The next day, the craftsmen still got the steamed buns and other food as they wished. They were no longer picky and began to eat the steamed buns seriously.

After eating, he burped and walked around.

The tribal buildings and other things are very novel to them. They have never observed them so closely before. Maybe they can learn how to make some tools secretly.

They were very interested. They looked at the large pots with salt water boiling and the steam rising like mist. They looked at those people getting into the ground and the thick smoke rushing out from the semicircular castle. They felt it was very magical.

These don't seem to be of any use, and they don't know what their use is. They just find them strange and want to see them.

Wang Yang did not stop them from seeing that the processing of weapons and other tools was done in a bungalow. No one liked to face the big sun on the equator.

As for the processing procedures outside, it doesn’t matter if you show them, do you still expect them to spend time making salt?

Time flies, and a few days fly by. Wang Yang is still painting pictures day and night, arousing the interest of the craftsmen, hoping that they will draw the damn copper mine.

Especially during the boring day, under the high sky, in the vicious golden light, in the heat waves, sweating profusely, I keep drawing pictures.

If you have time, you can't waste it, even if it is boring and irritating.

He could see that the craftsmen were making progress little by little, their understanding of painting and their ability to paint were increasing, but they seemed not keen on painting the past.

Rather, I prefer the scene of refining salt and burning bricks in front of the painting. Even if it is a painting of hunting, it is better than painting other things.

This is a normal situation. They draw whatever their thoughts are. There was nothing nostalgic about their previous lives, so they rarely draw.

What they are thinking about now is their current life, the strange behaviors of the people across the way, and hunting.

It can be seen that they still want to hunt, but they always feel that the prey they caught is not solid enough. What if they refuse to give food?

But what they are most curious about is the lives of humans on the opposite side.

What they painted was also life on the opposite side.

Wang Yang used this as a breakthrough to draw the tribe's previous life, including migration and things in the canyon, and then asked them, what was your previous life like and where have you been.

Seeing the kind look on his face, the craftsmen all felt very strange, why was he so kind-hearted?

Moreover, didn’t I already have a previous life with Wang Yanghua?

The tall man found it troublesome to draw again and again, so he simply raised his fists and slapped his chest, whining and screaming.

Okay, they are saying that he and the orangutan are brothers again.

The response mood of the craftsmen was not very high, and their minds were basically separated from the pictures.

Maybe they are impatient guys, maybe it's the damn hot sun that makes them irritable.

They began to focus on watching Wang Yang draw pictures instead of drawing them themselves.

Wang Yang threw down the branch: "If you want to see it, just draw it yourself, I won't draw it anymore!"

The craftsmen remained unmoved, as if they had nothing to do with it.

This attitude made Wang Yang very angry. He ate and drank for free all day long, really treating himself as a tourist. Wang Yang simply told them that anyone who didn't paint would not have dinner!

Also, whoever paints well and paints more can get more portions of dinner!

Facing Wang Yang's burning gaze, the craftsmen finally realized that it was impossible to lie leisurely and bask in the sun.

So they had to start painting, with Wang Yang supervising.

Wang Yang didn't want to force them. The ability to draw cannot be forced. If you want to draw well, draw beautifully, and draw what you want to express, you can only do it if you really want to draw.

But the way they were doing nothing all day long, idle and looking around, really gave Wang Yang a headache.

Wang Yang spent so much time and energy, didn't he just want to know where the copper mine was? Otherwise, at this time, he should hide in a cool and ventilated big house and take a good nap in the afternoon.

What he has to do now is to let the craftsmen regard painting as a job. When they draw where the copper mine is, the work is considered completed.

…

The craftsmen became more and more interested in the tool processing in the tribe, and after several days of observation, they finally discovered that the production of those weapons was completed in the building.

They couldn't see it and felt it was a pity.

But their curiosity to find out what's going on has not diminished at all, but has become stronger and stronger, because those tools are really easy to use, and if they can get them, they will definitely be stronger.

They often saw those people carrying some branches and then walking into the big house. When they came out, the branches turned into sharp wooden spears.

There were still dots of black on the tip of the spear. They didn't know how the black was processed, nor how they made such a smooth and easy-to-use wooden spear.

Even the branches they draw are much better than them. They are really a special group of people.

Involuntarily, they moved their observation distance closer. When they found that the patrol team had not responded, they moved closer. When they saw that the patrol team had not responded, they moved closer again.

As they got closer, they discovered that those people might have used a fire in the big house, and they could see some black smoke coming out of the open door while processing.

They still wanted to get closer, but the patrol's wooden spear stretched out.

"Woo!" They expressed their dissatisfaction. They could already see some status in the big house and almost understood how to process it, but these people were disturbed.

They expressed their dissatisfaction and wanted to see more scenes.

Wang Yang knew what they were doing and did not stop them because it was of no use and would only increase their worries.

As long as they don't act stupid and do messy things, then it doesn't matter. Let them get close. There are patrols there for everything, so we are not afraid that they will cross the line.

However, this idea was planted in the hearts of the craftsmen. After a few days, the more they looked at it, the more they wanted to know the processing process, and they felt itchy in their hearts.

So on this day, they came in front of the patrol. There was no doubt that the patrol's wooden spears came as promised and stood in front of them.

"Woo!" The dozen or so people led by the tall man once again expressed their dissatisfaction.

After this period of observation, Tall Man and the others also discovered that the other party could communicate through pictures, and that in some places they could draw better than them.

In some places, the painting is even worse than theirs, and the worse part is naturally the hieroglyphics.

So the tall man patiently drew pictures to the people on the patrol, saying that he was just there to have a look and nothing else.

More than a dozen people in the patrol team shook their heads together, no need to think at all.

Wang Yang had told them not to show the processing of weapons to them. In fact, he didn't need to say it, and everyone felt that they couldn't show it to others at will. This was a sense of crisis that appeared in everyone after their intelligence improved.

I always feel that I have to hide my weapons and protect them myself so that others cannot easily discover them.

Even if you look at it, it won’t work! The dozen or so people on the patrol have no room for negotiation.

"Woo!" The tall man was very dissatisfied. He pointed at Wang Yang in the distance, and made gestures and pictures again, struggling to express his meaning.

That means, Wang Yang is our leader. You are very afraid of him, so he is also your leader. Now the leader wants us to go over and watch the process. Get out of the way quickly!

After expressing their feelings, the tall man and others suddenly felt emboldened. The tall man was still thinking about how to get over, but then he suddenly thought that they were also afraid of Wang Yang, and finally found a reason to be confident.

"snort!"

Seeing the tall man and others pushing away the wooden spears and about to come over, the patrol captain snorted coldly, stretched out the wooden spears again, pressed against the tall man, and forced him back.

The tall man and others suddenly became angry and kept shouting.

The captain of the patrol team came to Wang Yang and asked Wang Yang if this was the case.

Wang Yang shook his head and went with him.

His arrival made the tall man and others extremely happy, thinking that Wang Yang would definitely be able to get over it if he came.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yang waved to them and asked them to go back with him.

The tall man and others were stunned for a moment, not understanding what was going on, and pointed to the big houses at Wang Yang anxiously.

Wang Yang frowned, scolded, and pulled the tall man back.

He was not in a very good mood now. He had lost his patience due to being worn down by the craftsmen. He was too lazy to explain anything and just used his usual pressure to face the craftsmen coldly.

As soon as the tall man and the others saw him, they knew that Wang Yang was in a bad mood, but they did not agree with Wang Yang's retreat. They felt that they should go over at this time, and there was no reason not to go and take a look.

So he yelled at Wang Yang again.

"Boom!"

Wang Yang suddenly threw down a stone and hit the red ground like a cannonball, causing a splash of yellow all over the ground.

He pointed at the craftsmen and told them to go back.

"Woo!" The tall man and the others looked away unhappily, hesitated for a moment, faced Wang Yang's increasingly gloomy gaze, thought for a while, and walked back.

Walking back to the open space, Wang Yang directly drew a picture on the ground and drew the first rule he had established a few days ago.

Without their permission, you cannot step into their buildings.

He looked at everyone coldly and raised his fist.

"Have you forgotten?! Do you want to be beaten?!"

Everyone understood this meaning from his angry whines, and lowered their heads in depression.

They originally thought that Wang Yang would help them, but ended up being scolded by him, which would put anyone in a bad mood.

Wang Yang understood their thoughts, but still did not help them. Moreover, it was precisely because he understood their thoughts that he was unhappy.

He had already made a rule that he could not enter the patrol team's territory without their permission.

I originally lived here, had food and drink, and was already well taken care of, but I still wanted to be so arrogant that I didn't even listen to my own words.

Is it okay to keep going like this?

Wang Yang was afraid that they would conflict with the patrol. If a fight broke out, how could he help the craftsmen? Certainly not.

It was quiet for a few more days, and the flame of curiosity in the hearts of the craftsmen was ignited again.
Chapter completed!