The stone seems to have the ability to attract people, just like the eyelids of a charming woman.

Under the dim sunset, Wang Yang was captivated by the green light and stared blankly for a few times.

Seeing his expression, the craftsmen immediately asked the little boy to put away the green stones.

Having no choice but to look, Wang Yang withdrew his gaze in disappointment, waved to the people behind him, and returned to the tribe.

As soon as he returned to the tribe, Wang Yang fell into memories, like a man who was obsessed with nymphomaniacs, thinking about that gentle and lovely girl.

Even the few people who came back with Wang Yang seemed to be in a daze and didn't say a word for a long time.

People gathered around him strangely and asked questions.

A few people worked diligently to draw a picture of a little boy holding a stone in his hand. Then he pointed at the stone and turned it into the light of the sun, describing the stone as very beautiful.

Everyone was puzzled. Isn't it just a broken stone? How beautiful can it be? They can also burn white stones.

Several people immediately shook their heads, thinking hard about how to express the color of the stone. Wang Yang had not yet invented adjectives such as color.

Because color is not important, they don’t have paint, and there has never been any communication breakdown because of color in the past.

But now that stone is green, so it looks special, and they want to express it.

Wang Yang came to his senses now, and everyone looked at him, wanting him to tell him about the strangeness of the stone.

Wang Yang didn't say anything, and walked directly back to the granary, took out a sweet potato leaf, tore off a small piece in front of everyone, and covered it with the stone area on the picture.

Now everyone understood that it was a green stone.

But everyone doesn’t think there are many strange ones. Have you never seen green stones? They are everywhere along the streams in the forest. Look at the layers of moss covering the stones.

"Uh..." Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, speechless. He couldn't explain to them that the stone was green like amber and not covered with moss.

There was no way to explain clearly, so Wang Yang didn't say anything more.

He wanted to get the green stone over and have a look. He wanted to know whether the stone was emerald, turquoise, malachite, or a piece of jade.

If it were jade, Wang Yang would throw it away.

If it were turquoise, Wang Yang would also throw it away.

If it were an emerald, Wang Yang would not be able to crush it.

Because these three things are of no use to Wang Yang. He can't eat or drink them, so what's the use of keeping them?

However, if it was malachite, Wang Yang would throw it into the kiln and burn it.

Why? Because it contains copper! And there must be a large amount of copper ore near where malachite is found. This is the material and metal that Wang Yang needs most.

You must know the formation of malachite. To put it bluntly, it is patina, which is the green layer of copper that rusts.

When he was still in modern society, Wang Yang was thinking about how to make a large piece of copper rust completely so that he could turn it into malachite and sell it for money.

Yes, in Wang Yang's concept, this is a metal that is more valuable when embroidered.

He remembered it very closely, relying on his meager knowledge of chemistry, but tortured a damn piece of copper, watering it, exposing it to the sun, spreading salt, and dripping various chemicals on it.

Of course, it didn't work out in the end. Even if there was such a beautiful thing, I wouldn't wait for him to do it. In other words, he wasn't professional enough.

He did not deny that his technique was not professional enough, but this did not prevent him from recording the malachite.

What he has to do now is to get the green stone without resentment from those guys. If he is sure it is malachite, he will let the craftsmen learn how to paint, and then take him to find the copper mine.

But how can we get that group of people to get that faint green stone without resenting us?

He touched his chin and did not intend to rob them. The relationship between the two parties was not good now, but at least he did not rob them or chase them away. After all, there was still some room for relaxation.

But Wang Yang also won't pretend to be a grandson by giving away meat to people and territory. He must have his own toughness. In this way, even if it is confirmed that it is Malachite, they will not dare to cause too much trouble in their contacts with others.

After thinking about it, he sighed suddenly, how could he still be alive and live in the modern era?

In modern times, men always stare at women, and women always stare at shining stones, so men try their best to make money to buy stones.

Good guy, now that I am not staring at women, I am also worried about stones.

"Damn, if it wasn't malachite this time, no matter what, I would make that damn stone into a ring and wear it on my hand. No, even if it can't be made into a ring, I would still tie it on my hand!"

He made up his mind and implemented his plan within a few days.

…

A few days later, the sky cleared up early, the sun shone brightly, and the sunset was infinitely beautiful...

Wang Yang patted Chaos's head, took a plate of meat, and with a smile on his face, he and a few others came to the other side and ran straight to the craftsman's sphere of influence.

This is a large plate of meat that is still fragrant. Wang Yang cooked it himself, frying both sides until it was very fragrant, sprinkled it with salt, and then poured a few strips of fruit juice on it.

The meat is red, fried is black and yellow, and the juice is light yellow. The layers are distinct and row upon row. Finally, a layer of green and tender sweet potato leaves is spread at the bottom. The color is bright and delicious**.

Next to the meat, put a few slices of white banana flesh, put together with other colored fruits, which will make people's fingers move at the first sight, just like the chefs in the hotel.

To be honest, Wang Yang’s cooking skills are the best among all the people. The salt in the dishes they cook is as if they are free, although it is really free...

Before the people arrived, the fragrance was wafting from Qili. The craftsmen had woken up early in the morning and were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. Moreover, in the past few days, Wang Yang had been walking around them every day without any trouble. Finally, he was asked to wait until they were gone.

The food was eaten.

If nothing else happens, they will all go out to hunt today.

At this time, a plate of fragrant meat was served...

Hehe, haha, naturally it is self-evident. Buddha said: It cannot be said, it cannot be said.

That group of people had been slandered by these meats for a long time. How could they have seen such an exquisite breakfast that was full of color, flavor and flavor?

Wang Yang didn't waste any time. He came near them and ate the giant miscanthus grass that was overwhelming the ground.

Wang Yang and several adults were also very hungry, but Wang Yang only took one plate and told everyone to eat slowly and not to rush for breakfast, but to enjoy it.

How could they know that Wang Yang had such weird tastes that he would eat so slowly when he was hungry?

But now they were near the group of craftsmen. They never dared to put down their weapons with one hand, and their eyes were still staring at the craftsmen from time to time. They had no time to feast, but they ate very slowly.

The aroma was actually not strong, but the craftsmen had no food to eat today. When they smelled the food, their sense of smell seemed to be countless times more sensitive. They stared at the plate of meat eagerly, and unconsciously moved towards Wang Yang and the others.

"Woo!" Suddenly, an adult stood up and held a wooden spear to signal them to retreat.

They didn't dare to move forward, but they also refused to retreat, as if just looking at and smelling it was like eating meat.

All of them were drooling, unaware that they were now like dogs staring at big meat.

"It's so enjoyable!" Under the gaze of the craftsmen, Wang Yang picked up a piece of meat as thick as two fingers, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled words that even he couldn't understand.

"Gudong, Gudong~" A sound of saliva came from the side. Without even looking at it, Wang Yang picked up another piece of banana and threw it into his mouth, then spit out a core and put it into the pocket on his waist.

That’s not all. Wang Yang took out a water bag, opened it and poured it out. What came out was not water, but fresh alpaca milk!

I got this...%￥#!!

If the craftsmen had language, they would definitely be yelling, "Luxury, too extravagant!"

They eat something, just to fill their stomachs, and they often face the situation of not being able to catch prey, so they have to eat grass roots that have little nutrition and are difficult to swallow.

As a result, Wang Yang and the others were no longer filling their stomachs, but enjoying themselves! What a real enjoyment!

"Gudong, Gudong~" There were countless swallowing sounds.

When I turned around, I saw that all the craftsmen were ten meters away, staring at the small amount of meat on the plate with their eyes wide open.

With their mouths slightly open and wiping their saliva, how could they be on guard at all?

If he plays hard at this time, Wang Yang estimates that a few of his own people can kill most of the opponent.

Of course, he was just making analysis out of habit. After all, he had been in contact with wild beasts for a long time and had to seize any opportunity to kill his opponent.

He is still very easy to talk to, well, he is a good person.

So this "Living Lei Feng" was very kind, picked up the last piece of meat with a smile on his face, put it to his mouth, and opened his mouth.

The minds of the craftsmen were attracted by him, seeing that this was the last piece of meat, and it would be gone after eating it.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yang burped, touched his still flat belly, and murmured "comfortably": "I'm full..."

Several adults immediately rolled their eyes. Your stomach is not even up, how can you still look satisfied? One adult even pointed at Wang Yang's stomach untimely. Is he really full?

Wang Yang glared at this "atmosphere killer", then turned his head with a smile, stood up, took the last piece of meat, and slowly walked towards the group of people.

The group of people became alert as usual and took out their weapons, but no one shouted, and their eyes were still fixed on the piece of meat.

"Ahem..." Wang Yang coughed dryly and pointed to his face, asking them to pay attention to the smile on his face, indicating that he was a good person and a good person who spread friendship.

Those craftsmen didn't know such complicated things as hypocrisy, so they didn't think Wang Yang was just faking it.

Wang Yang smiled even more happily. He understood that whether it was Homo habilis or ape-man, or even a gorilla, they would all smile the same.
Chapter completed!