"What's the matter?" Wang Yang turned around with a smile.

The expeller pointed at the crowd gathered around the bonfire. Wang Yang was stunned. What did he want to do if they gathered together?

He walked over and saw several pictures on the ground, studying how the flame was born.

Wang Yang pointed to those pictures, is this the reason?

Everyone nodded in unison. They were very interested in fire. Before they had mastered fire, fire was a terrifying creature to them. Later, when they mastered fire, they only thought it was useful, but they didn't think so much about it.

Now they began to wonder where the fire came from.

Wang Yang was speechless. Under the gaze of everyone, Li Si pushed a branch over to him.

He held the branch and drew slowly.

"This, this thing called fire, what about that..."

Wang Yang's balls really hurt. He had never thought about what fire was. The book said that this thing was plasma, but how could he explain this thing?

He was very depressed, feeling that everyone was too curious now and wanted to understand everything, but with their current abilities, it was impossible for them to understand, and he couldn't explain it himself.

Back then, because I loved history, I thought it would be better to be a scholar. I spent the whole day holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone, waving a folding fan, and reciting poems with beautiful women in front of flowers and under the moon. It was more cool, so I chose liberal arts.

It's terrible now. After high school, I forgot all about science. It hurts my self-esteem to have to explain this knowledge by myself.

"Ahem~" Wang Yang coughed twice in embarrassment and did not explain. He didn't intend to study it so deeply. Why should everyone think about these things? It was too unrealistic. Let's eat first.

He calmly erased these paintings and only explained how to obtain fire.

Making fire by friction is the simplest. As long as the temperature rises, fire will occur.

Everyone asked again: "Why is fire produced?"

Wang Yang: "Because it's heated."

Everyone: "Why does it produce fire when heated?"

Wang Yang: "When it gets hot, it has temperature. When the temperature is high, it causes fire."

Everyone: "Why does the temperature increase when there is friction?"

Wang Yang: "..."

In the next few days, everyone asked Wang Yang if he had any questions every day. If Wang Yang could explain it, he would patiently explain it, and if he couldn't explain it, he would explain it in a roundabout way.

But the more he explained, the more questions he asked, and finally one child asked a very good question.

"Where did I come from?"

Wang Yang said nothing and pointed at his mother.

He looked at his mother's body and asked his mother doubtfully: "Did I come out of your belly?"

His mother nodded.

He became even more confused: "Then why don't the things you pull out look like me?"

His mother: "..."

He asked again: "Why did I appear?"

His mother immediately narrowed her eyes and looked around for that bastard.

…

As time passed, the wheat grew quite well, and everyone basically had nothing to do except patrolling every day to see if any weeds had grown.

Occasionally I go out hunting and can harvest some prey.

Wang Yang looked at the green wheat field, thinking about whether he had missed anything. It seemed that there was nothing to prepare, but he always felt that he had missed something, but what exactly had he missed? What else had not been taken into consideration?

Hesitantly, he walked to the box.

Currently, because there is not much tin, there are only two boxes, which can only store sixteen cubic meters of food, all of which are dried meat.

The total amount of these sealed foods is only a small part of the world, and most of them will deteriorate faster during the rainy season and cannot be stored for a long time.

Wang Yang expressed his helplessness at this. He needed a dry environment and did not expect a tin mine nearby. He just wanted to build a house to preserve it.

But suddenly, his body stiffened slightly, and a flash of lightning flashed in his mind. Just now, he thought of something, a very important thing. But just as he thought of it, he accidentally got excited and couldn't think of it for a while.

Got up.

"What did I think about? What did I think about?" He shook his head and felt that his mind was confused. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He ran to the river and splashed water on his face.

"Huh~" The cool river water took away the irritating heat. He turned his head again and came to the box, finally remembering that he had missed something very important.

He raised his head and looked at the wheat field.

The wheat field in front of us is very vast, covering more than 70,000 square meters. It sounds scary, but in fact, it is only one hundred acres of land.

This is the fruit of their three months' labor and deserves recognition.

How many kilograms of wheat will be produced from these 100 acres of land? Well... if we change the unit of weight, how many tons of wheat will be produced?

Wang Yang wiped his face. He couldn't imagine how many tons it was, but he could imagine that it must be piled up into a mountain.

Now, the question arises, where to store so much wheat? Exposed to the open air? Wind and rain?

Just thinking about it made Wang Yang feel thirsty and kept comforting himself that the revolution had not yet succeeded and comrades still needed to work hard.

He frowned, thinking about what to do this time. The area was empty and there was nothing. It was not easy to build a large granary, and it had to be a granary that could shelter from wind and rain.

Just thinking about it makes you realize how difficult it is. With the hay tents they currently make, it is simply impossible to meet the demand.

Seeing that the wheat was growing better and better, he had to be prepared.

He came to the campfire, and everyone was using pictures to communicate with the group about their past and what interesting things happened along the way.

It can be said responsibly that they have integrated well and are very happy and satisfied to join Wang Yang's tribe.

A stable life is just that.

As for the female leader, she knew how to laugh all day long, giggled when she had nothing to do, and snickered whenever she thought of anything. When she saw Wang Yang, she stared at his grin, so Wang Yang gave her a name, Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao's group's understanding of pictures progressed very quickly. They were typical of those who started slowly but then got faster and faster.

Now, I can understand most of the pictures, roughly express my complete meaning, and have started to draw comic strips.

At this time, they were playing with this. Li Si drew a picture and let them use their imagination to draw the next scene.

Wang Yang looked at it and suddenly saw an experience that Xiaoxiao and others had, which was what they experienced when they came here.

Before arriving here, they passed through a savanna, and before that, there was a forest.

Wang Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, he pulled him over and smiled, pointing at the forest and yelling "woo hoo".

Xiaoxiao saw that he was very anxious and excited, with eyes flashing with excitement. Thinking of Xiaohong and others' previous drawing of Wang Yang's embarrassment when he was kissed, she wanted to tease him, kissed him, and then laughed.

"Woo!" Xiaohong immediately jumped out to express her dissatisfaction.

"Woo!" Wang Yingying also quickly stood in front of Wang Yang, fearing that others would bully her brother.

Wang Yang wiped his face, calmed down, and didn't pay attention. At this time, his mind was not on this at all, and he scolded them a few words.

"Now we only talk about state affairs, not romance!"

They understood that Wang Yang was very angry now, so they stopped making trouble.

Wang Yang asked her, where is the forest?

She pointed in the direction she came from, the south.

Looking to the south, Wang Yang's eyes were burning.

"There is wood! There is going to be wood!" He murmured to himself, needless to say, he was excited.

What can wood be used for? Build a big house? With the current conditions, people cannot process anything that good.

But wood can be burned, and clay can be collected and burned.

All kinds of bricks, tiles, jars, pottery and porcelain can be made. As long as you have these, why bother to build a wooden house?

Wang Yang's eyes were burning and he clenched his fists: "I want wood! I want to bake bricks! I want to build a house!"

With this idea, Wang Yang quickly assigned work the next day. He called everyone together and started the division.

He asked Xiao Hong to pick ten people to go to the north to transport clay, while he took ten people to the south to search for forests and collect trees.

As for the remaining fifty or sixty people, they should just do whatever they need to do and stay where they are to provide support so as not to cause any trouble.

After the distribution was almost complete, Xiaohong picked ten adults who cooperated best with her, took some dried meat, weapons and tools, mounted the mythical beast, and set off immediately.

Wang Yang smiled, and the few people who were with her, and a few more of her own, formed a team of eleven people, ready to ride on the mythical beast and set off.

At this time, he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Zhang San.

Zhang San said that he wanted to follow, and Wang Yang agreed after thinking for a while. He understood what this guy was thinking. His hands were itching after not seeing wood for a day, so he simply asked him to replace an adult.

There are more than twenty mythical beasts in total, and except for a few that are too small to ride, we all brought them with us. It is a pity to say that if there were more mythical beasts, more people would go.

He patted the idiot on the head and said seriously: "Don't be so petty this time, be honest!"

"Pfft!" The idiot spit at him.
To be continued...