In the forest south of the Vine Tribe, six young men were walking cautiously while protecting an old man.
The old man has white beard and hair, but he is in good spirits, and there is a horizontal stripe on his face, which shows that he is a one-color warrior.
In fact, not many tribal people can live to old age.
Because the living environment is so harsh, not only do they lack food and clothing, but as people age, their body functions decline, and they are more likely to get sick.
In such a harsh environment, once you contract the disease, if the witch in the tribe has powerful witch doctor skills, he may be able to survive. If the witch in the tribe is a half-hearted person, whether he can survive can only depend on God's will.
There is another problem, that is, when a warrior gets old, his strength will gradually decline.
Even if you are an extremely powerful five-color warrior, when you get old and weak, you may become a two-color warrior, or even a one-color warrior.
If you get older and become weaker, you won't be able to draw even a single horizontal line on your face.
This old man can still maintain the strength of an Isshiki warrior at such an old age, which shows that he was once a powerful warrior.
It can be seen from the careful protection of the six young men that this old man has a very high status.
When they walked to the front of Thunder Mountain of the Vine Tribe, they saw a huge stone with a totem pattern painted with mineral pigments.
At the same time, a pair of eyes were watching their every move among the thorns.
One of the young people said excitedly: "It's a totem pattern. We really found a tribe."
Others were also very excited, because it was not easy for them to get here. Many people died on the way. If they continued walking, they would all die.
This is the tragedy of tourists. After losing the protection of the tribe, it is too difficult to survive in the dangerous jungle.
The six young men were about to move forward immediately, but at this time, the old man stopped them.
"Don't go in!"
The six young men looked back at the old man, obviously not understanding why he stopped them from entering.
The old man said: "For the sake of safety, many tribes will set up a large number of traps around them. If you rush in rashly, you will die without knowing how."
"Then...then what should we do?"
The young men suddenly understood, and then they all looked at the old man, hoping that he would come up with an idea.
The old man said: "Shout, call out the people of this tribe. If they are willing to accept us, they will naturally take us in. If they are unwilling to accept us, we will have to avoid this tribe's territory."
One of the young men immediately shouted: "Is there anyone there? We are tourists who came here to seek refuge..."
After the young man finished shouting, he looked at the empty forest and felt that it was unlikely that anyone would respond.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Wait where you are!"
The six young men looked at the still empty forest and felt creepy because they had no idea where the people were hiding.
At this time, they were extremely glad that they listened to the old man's words and did not rush inside rashly, otherwise they might really die in unknown circumstances.
In the forest, the person who answered was the secret whistle of the Vine Tribe.
He hid in a pit among thorn bushes. After shouting, he quickly walked along the tunnel next to the pit for a while, then emerged from behind a very hidden big rock, and passed the message to the next person, and the next person.
The people then pass the news back to the tribe.
It didn't take long for Jiang Xuan to learn about the arrival of tourists.
"Go over and have a look."
Today, the Vine Tribe is not in short supply of food, and it is more than enough to accommodate a few tourists.
When Jiang Xuan went out, Nan Xing immediately brought twenty soldiers of the guard to accompany him, not only to protect the leader, but also to show the tribe's power to the tourists.
When Jiang Xuan arrived at Thunder Mountain, the tourists were already waiting anxiously.
The only exception was the old man, who seemed very calm.
Jiang Xuan walked up to these tourists and said: "This is the Teng tribe, and I am the leader of the Teng tribe, Xuan."
Nan Xing and others stood behind Jiang Xuan, holding weapons and staring at the tourists warily.
After hearing Jiang Xuan's words, the tourists were a little shocked, because Jiang Xuan was really too young, even younger than their age.
What's even more outrageous is that he has four horizontal lines painted on his face, which means that at such a young age, he is actually a powerful four-color warrior.
Even the old man was very surprised by this. He had never seen such a young four-color warrior in all his years of life.
Jiang Xuan was used to other people's reactions when they heard that he was the leader. He continued: "Do you want to join our Vine Tribe?"
When saying this, Jiang Xuan looked at the old man specifically.
Although he still has a horizontal stripe on his face, he is still too old. If it were another tribe, he would definitely refuse the old man to join.
The old man said: "We really want to join the Vine Tribe and ask Chief Xuan to take us in."
Jiang Xuan pointed at the young tourists and said: "Of course there is nothing wrong with them, but you need to give me a reason to take them in."
It's not that Jiang Xuan is hard-hearted. If he randomly recruits an old tourist to return to the tribe, I'm afraid the tribe members will have objections.
After all, as you get older, you will naturally have less work to do. If you don’t have special skills, you will be a burden to the tribe.
If he is an old man of his own tribe, that's fine. After all, he has contributed to the tribe before.
But he is a tourist and has no connection with the Vine tribe for the time being.
The young tourists were anxious and wanted to plead with Jiang Xuan to let the old man stay.
But the old man reached out his hand to stop them again, walked up to Jiang Xuan, and said: "Chief Xuan, I know how to break stones, and I won't eat for free."
"Yes, yes, leader Xuan, Grandpa Blackstone's stone tools are very beautiful."
"That's right."
The young tourists all agreed and tried their best to tell Jiang Xuan how good and durable the stone tools the old man named "Black Stone" was.
Jiang Xuan asked in surprise: "Are you a stone tool master?"
"That's right."
Old Man Blackstone asked the young tourists to put down the two animal skin bags and opened the mouths of the bags, revealing a large number of tools for polishing stone tools inside.
There are stone hammers, stone nails, stone chisels, stone drills...
Jiang Xuan felt that it was an eye-opener. It was the first time for him to see so many professional stone tools.
The Vine tribe polished their stone tools simply and roughly by smashing, knocking, and then grinding them hard.
It is really rare for an old man to be equipped with a lot of tools.
Jiang Xuan suddenly realized that the tribesmen in this world have existed for a very long time. Although they are still in the primitive era, they have accumulated a lot of technology and experience.
For example, witch doctor skills, such as the technology of polishing stone tools and bone tools, are much more sophisticated than he imagined.
The Vine Tribe is currently short of these professionals.
After Jiang Xuan saw this pile of professional tools and noticed the thick calluses on Old Blackstone's hands, he immediately said: "The Vine Tribe can temporarily take you in, but whether you can join or not depends on your performance."
"Thank you, Chief Xuan, for taking me in."
Jiang Xuan's words made the young tourists breathe a sigh of relief. The old man's expression was relatively calm. It was obvious that he had experienced many things and had become very calm.
"Let's go, follow me."
Jiang Xuan led the seven tourists into the woods and followed a specific route. When passing through the cage vine area, they also drilled a tunnel.
Along the way, through Jiang Xuan's casual guidance, these tourists saw a large number of terrifying traps and terrifying plants.
This made them very glad that they did not rush in rashly.
When they walked out of the forest, they saw a large open field of crops, where many Vine tribe members were working.
There are hundreds of houses, large and small, arranged neatly.
The most shocking thing is the huge divine vines that wrap around the stone mountain, and the giant dragonflies that fly across the sky from time to time, setting off a gust of wind.
They were shocked to find that this small tribe was different from other tribes in every way and felt very powerful.
After seeing the Vine Tribe, Old Man Blackstone was finally moved. Although the Vine Tribe was not large in size, it was definitely the most special tribe he had ever seen.
Jiang Xuan took them to a newly built empty house on the right side of the tribe and said to them: "You will live here first and take a rest today. Food will be delivered. Starting tomorrow, we will start working."
"In addition, what is on top of the stone mountain is the patron saint of our Vine tribe. Remember, you must not offend the god, otherwise you will be expelled from the tribe."
The tourists nodded one after another, indicating that they remembered it.
Jiang Xuan said to the old man Heishi again: "Old man, if you can show me your skills in polishing stone tools, I will consider letting you live in a house alone, so that you can polish stone tools without any other work."
Old Blackstone nodded without hesitation: "Yes, but I have to choose a stone first."
Jiang Xuan said to Nan Xing: "Go and get some good stones!"
"yes!"
Nan Xing and two warriors immediately ran to the warehouse where the Teng tribe stored stones, found several stones of different sizes, and then sent them to Old Man Blackstone.
Jiang Xuandao: "Old man, now that we have the stone, can you show your skills in polishing stone tools?"
Old Man Heishi squatted on the ground, selected a flat stone about the size of a palm, and said: "It takes a lot of time to polish large stone tools. Since Chief Xuan wants to see it, I will polish some arrowheads."
"Can."
Jiang Xuan found Zhang Mudun and sat next to him, preparing to watch how Old Black Stone polished stone tools.
Old Blackstone opened the two animal skin bags and took out a stone hammer, a rough stone, and some tools whose purpose Jiang Xuan could not understand.
"Chief Xuan, can we light a fire in the fire pit now?"
Jiang Xuan nodded and said: "Of course, Nan Xing, go get some firewood and kindling."
Nan Xing immediately took people to the house where someone lived nearby, took firewood from the fire pit, and brought a pile of dry firewood, dry bamboo and other things.
Then they started to light a fire in the firepit in the center of the room.
The young tourists also actively came to help. The tribesmen are very familiar with making fires, and most of them can do it well.
Old Man Blackstone carefully rubbed the palm-sized stone, looking at the lines on it, and then threw the stone into the fire pit to burn.
While looking at the stone in the fire, he explained to Jiang Xuan: "This stone is relatively hard. If you hit it directly, it will only break into pieces, and it will be difficult to peel off useful stone pieces."
"It will be much easier if you burn it with fire."
Jiang Xuan nodded without making any comments and motioned for him to continue.
Old Black Stone used a wooden stick with a blackened end but a very hard texture, and looked at the stones in the fire from time to time.
When he felt that the stone was almost burned, he asked a young tourist to fetch a bag of water with a water bag.
Then, he used two wooden sticks to take the hot stones out of the fire pit, put them outside the house, and poured water on the stones.
"Chi chi chi..."
After the hot stone was watered, a large amount of white steam suddenly emerged.
Old Man Blackstone poured a pot of water, then immediately picked up the still warm stone, walked into the house, sat by the fire pit, holding the stone in his left hand and a stone hammer in his right hand, and began to knock along the lines of the stone.
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Every time Old Man Blackstone struck, cracks would appear in the stone. After a few precise hammerings, the first thin piece of stone was completely "peeled off", just like peeling off a garlic clove.
As the knocking sound continued, the palm-sized piece of stone gradually turned into more than a dozen sharp-edged stone flakes, as well as a small amount of waste stone.
Such skillful techniques made Jiang Xuan feel eye-opening.
This is not over yet.
After pounding the stones into stone flakes, Old Man Blackstone changed to a smaller stone hammer, placed the stone flakes on a big stone, and carefully pounded them into arrowhead shapes bit by bit.
Rough embryonic appearance.
Every time he struck the hammer, he was confident that the stone pieces would be hammered into the shape he wanted in his hands, and only a small amount of waste would be produced.
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After knocking, Old Man Blackstone put down the stone hammer, poured some water on the rough stone, and then carefully ground the rough edge of the arrowhead sharply and neatly, just like sharpening a knife.
Jiang Xuan finally believed that this old man was really a stone tool master, and a very powerful stone tool master.
Because he has personally made stone arrowheads, he knows how difficult it is to accurately knock them into the desired shape.
There are more than 500 members of the Vine Tribe, coming from many small tribes that have been exterminated, but no one can knock the stones into the desired shape like Old Man Blackstone.
If they want to make stone tools, they often need to go through many attempts, then select more suitable materials, and then slowly process them.
Even so, the stone tools made were barely usable.
And Old Man Blackstone has turned the action of tapping stone flakes into an art. Simple arrowheads can also be made very beautiful and practical without wasting stone.
This is the real stone tool master!
When Old Man Blackstone handed the first sharpened arrowhead to Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan looked at the regular shape and sharp edges and felt that it was as pleasing to the eye as a beautiful piece of art.
Jiang Xuan handed the arrowheads to Nan Xing and others again. After everyone looked at them, they all praised them because the arrowheads polished by Old Man Blackstone were so beautiful, many times better than those polished by themselves.
Jiang Xuandao: "The old man has superb craftsmanship. The Vine tribe will not bury your skills. From today on, you will have an independent house dedicated to polishing stone tools for the tribe!"
The old man Heishi said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Thank you very much, Chief Xuan."
Jiang Xuan immediately arranged a relatively good empty house for the elderly Heishi to live in, for polishing stone tools, and gave him some daily necessities.
From that day on, rhythmic knocking and polishing sounds were often heard in that house. The people of the Teng tribe knew that a real stone tool master had come to the tribe.
When the six young tourists saw that Old Blackstone was being treated so well, they immediately became fond of the Teng Tribe and worked very hard for the Teng Tribe.