After experiencing the first earthquake in his life, Wang Yang is still a little frightened when he thinks about it.

The dark scene that day and the rumbling sound of rolling rocks were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Fortunately, the earthquake was not powerful and did not last long, causing no casualties.

Wang Yang was very puzzled. Could it be that this area is at the junction of tectonic plates?

Without thinking much, he came to the campfire.

Li Si is still painting. The content of his paintings is not much, they are all trivial matters, but his paintings are becoming more and more vivid and full of literary and artistic flavor.

Recently, he has been painting more freely. The adults are no longer as hungry as when he first came into contact with him. Wang Yang's sharing has relieved him a lot of pressure.

He can paint whatever he wants.

Wang Yang watched him paint tirelessly every day, rarely moving, and his body bones were relatively thin and weak, much worse than those wild children.

Counting his age, he is already five years old.

Since ape-men in this period had short lifespans and relatively early development, generally seven-year-old children had to be able to survive independently in the forest.

If food is scarce, they have to look for food at this age.

Wang Yang himself went out when he was five years old.

Now do the math, I should be...seven years old? Eight years old?

"Hiss~" Wang Yang took a breath of air. He was actually a little confused about his age. He patted his head, feeling a little helpless.

He has a very vague concept of time now. He doesn't have to go to school, he doesn't have to go to work, and he doesn't have to worry about when he will become a leftover man.

It is also possible that this body makes his memory preservation very vague. As we all know, ape-man's memory is not outstanding.

Now the development momentum of the tribe is very good. Inadvertently, the children born together with Wang Yang also joined the battle, and the number of combatants exceeded twenty.

As for weapons, thanks to the addition of a series of traps such as catapults, there is no shortage, and everyone can find a weapon that suits them.

Everything is developing for the better.

I still remember the tribe that was threatened by wolves that year, and have I ever thought that a few years later, even when faced with wolves, I would have the courage to not be afraid.

Thinking about the changes in the tribe, I feel incredible.

So, everything depends on strength, whether it is numbers or weapons, it is one of them.

The next day, it became cloudy and sunny, with light snow in some areas.

After Wang Yang experienced another aftershock, he went into the forest to find some straight branches, and then tied a sling to them to make a floating pole.

Then go to the creek to collect round pebbles, which involves a damn physics problem again.

Even Wang Yang, a liberal arts major, knows that cobblestones have less wind resistance and can be thrown farther.

He collected these stones and used them as main artillery shells, even at the expense of demolishing the stone channels used to catch fish.

For today's tribes, these two fish are no longer missing, and this method is very backward. Just weave a fine net and intercept it in the stream, and the fish will have nowhere to escape.

Wang Yang made a few floating poles and gave them to the adults who were particularly inaccurate, and then watched from the sidelines.

In fact, the floating pole needs to be tailor-made, and it should be about the same height as a person, but everyone's height is different, so it should be more or less the same, and it is not a personal customization.

The adults took the floating pole and started practicing.

"Cough~cough~cough~"

The stones flew forward unhurriedly, as if they were not full. The speed was not as fast as the original sling, and it felt soft.

Wang Yang frowned slightly, as his speed dropped, did his power also drop?

He didn't stop, but continued to let them try. He heard that this kind of drift pole was easier to master and more accurate.

Of course, he also pays attention to Xiaohong from time to time.

Wang Yang was indeed very pleased with this good prospect, and her throwing became more and more accurate. Moreover, she also developed a more comfortable posture, side throwing.

She turned her body slightly to one side, gently turned the sling, and stared closely at the target on the tree trunk. Suddenly her pupils shrank, and she swung her hand forward with fierce force.

There was only a muffled sound of "boom", and the stone hit the target accurately.

She jumped up happily, it was not easy to hit her once.

Wang Yang saw that she must be tired after playing for a long time, so he took a piece of fruit, ran to her, gave it to her solemnly, and said loudly: "You won the first place in this stone throwing competition, and your performance was perfect.

, who defeated the other seeded players with an overwhelming advantage, is indeed a genius of my tribe. I hereby reward you with an elixir, which will definitely break through the bottleneck and complete the foundation building within three days after taking it."

After Wang Yang finished speaking, he spread his hands. Where was the applause? Where were the envious and jealous eyes?

He got sick because everyone was worried, and their attention was attracted by the new floating pole, and he wanted to try something new.

A few days later, the accuracy of the drift pole has improved.

They couldn't even touch the tree trunks before, but now they can touch the tree trunks, and occasionally hit the target. They are making such rapid progress that even Xiaohong is jealous.

Not to mention everyone else, they all wanted to play with it, but Wang Yang stopped him and ruthlessly pushed it aside.

Because the game they see now will be a big killer in the future. To put it bluntly, this is training. Only those adults who are really bad at accuracy can use the floating pole.

The accuracy has improved, but the range and power have decreased.

This is also a helpless solution. No matter how long the range is, no matter how powerful it is, it is nonsense if you can't hit it. As long as you can hit it, it doesn't matter how far away it is, just let the opponent suffer for a while first.

Of course, Wang Yang couldn't let everyone practice slinging.

After observing for a period of time, he still screened out some adults who were really not very accurate.

Now that the labor force is here, how can we waste the good opportunity to cultivate orchards?

So slowly, a division of labor situation took shape.

At night, Wang Yang called everyone over and gathered around him to watch him paint.

In order to let everyone better understand his intentions, Wang Yang chose a scene that was familiar to them.

A few trees, a few people, and a rabbit.

The rabbit in the painting carefully observes its surroundings, trying to have a safe meal.

But everyone was hiding far away, holding slings in their hands, aiming carefully.

Suddenly, they threw the stones in their hands, and the rabbit spotted them and turned around and ran away.

However, several rocks were thrown at its position, and one of them hit it just in time. It was hit completely motionless and fell to the same place.

Everyone went up and picked up the rabbit.

These were a few relatively simple comic strips, and the content was also very simple and clear. After several days and nights, everyone finally understood these pictures that they had never experienced before.

They seemed very surprised and some couldn't react. They really couldn't understand why Wang Yang could draw it despite not having experienced it.

This kind of imagination created out of thin air should almost never happen.

Afterwards, they looked at several pictures carefully and slowly, describing the wonderful art in their minds.

Whenever this happened, Wang Yang would sit quietly aside, watching with relief their difficulties, but always making progress.

And the new spring comes quietly at this time.

(Most of the professional knowledge about slings comes from the book friends of "I am a Big Stupid Bear", and I would like to express my gratitude.)

(At the same time, I would also like to thank many readers for their suggestions and all kinds of professional and knowledgeable book friends. A book is not a special book if only one person writes it stupidly.)
Chapter completed!