The forty or fifty men from the Kuei tribe, the forty-odd people from the Chun tribe, and the children were also carried out of the cave. Nearly a hundred people roared and roared together, which actually silenced the roars of wild beasts in the distance.
One day primitive man will defeat all powerful beasts. Only man in the world will continue to grow and inherit and become the master of all things, because man has wisdom, can use labor tools, and has creativity...
Ba also came back, panting heavily, carrying a majestic beast on his back. After seeing Zhang Heng, he ran up crazily. The beast had been thrown away long ago. Ba only knew how to circle around Zhang Heng excitedly, "Wang, the Spring Tribe
!”
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Well, Wang Huichun has returned to the tribe."
Suddenly, Ba pointed at the crowd of the Kui tribe with a worried look in his eyes. Ba was worried that the king would leave the Chun tribe.
Zhang Heng nodded. To be honest, he was worried at first that if the Kuei tribe wanted to fight with them, he would have no choice but to run away. But the situation was completely opposite. The Kuei tribe not only gave him tigers, but also respected him very much.
Woolen cloth.
Then he said, "It's okay, Yan is just here to exchange items, rice, rice!" Little did he know that he and Ba had completely different ideas.
Regardless of whether Ba understood it or not, he did not hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, he simply roasted the beast that he had just killed. However, this move made the men of the Yan Chongkui tribe roar. Suddenly, under Zhang Heng's confused gaze,
More than a dozen men from the Kuei tribe ran out, and after only waiting for a moment, they came back with two beasts and presented them to him, as if they were trying to please and compete with Ba.
Seeing this, Zhang Heng could only sigh that the power of the group was too important in the primitive space. Ba's single combat power was powerful, but it could not be compared to that of a dozen men hunting together.
The flames were blazing, and there were more than a dozen fires. Zhang Heng called out and brought out a lot of sweet potatoes, and put them into the fires while the two witches looked puzzled. They didn't explain much. When the sweet potatoes were roasted, everyone would know the reason.
He and the two witches sat down around the fire, while Ba added more firewood. Zhang Heng noticed that the fires in the caves of the Xia tribe and the Chun tribe had never been extinguished. This was probably because the primitive people did not know how to do it themselves.
To make a fire, it seems that you can drill wood to make a fire, right? Zhang Heng is not sure. He doesn't know how to drill wood to make a fire. Although the village was poor in the past, it could still afford matches that cost five cents a pack, and lighters outside are also very cheap now.
The sweet potatoes still need to be roasted for a while, so I simply took out the crutch attached to my waist and looked at it. Normally, it should need a layer of paint, but now the natural one is more beautiful.
The more he watched, the more he liked it, and grandma would definitely like it too. He immediately thought about how grandma was doing in the village, and was her hands and feet still nimble... I don’t know how long it took, but when I came back to my senses, I was shocked to see him.
The two witches were carving on stone tablets, and they didn’t know where they got so many stone tablets!
He picked the sweet potatoes with a branch and waited for a while. Out of curiosity, he simply took a look at what the two witches were drawing. Zhang Heng was shocked when he leaned over. The two witches were actually drawing dragons at the same time. Although
It is not as beautiful as the dragon paintings in reality, but it already has charm. At least Zhang Heng can think of dragons at a glance.
"Yan, Wu, what are you drawing?" Zhang Heng asked, of course using both hands to explain the drawings.
"Woo~~!" Both witches pointed at the sun and then at his crutches.
Zhang Heng smiled, "That's it, that's it," and said: "The shape on the crutch is called a dragon, a dragon, a legendary mythical beast!"
"Dragon, King, Sun, God!" Yan spoke the syllables.
Wu Ye spoke out: "Sun King, Dragon, Tribe!"
Zhang Heng was suddenly startled, but immediately shook his head and smiled. It was impossible for the two witches to understand the meaning of dragons and gods, so they didn't think about it too much!
At this time, the sweet potatoes were almost ready. I quickly asked everyone to dig them out. I first picked up a big roasted black sweet potato. It was so hot. I blew on it and broke away the black layer on the outside, revealing the roasted soft inside.
The yellow-red pulp suddenly gave off a strong sweet aroma. After taking a light bite, a large piece was torn off, "It's delicious, it's so delicious."
The taste was so overbearing that even Zhang Heng couldn't help but swear. He had eaten countless sweet potatoes in the village, including roasted sweet potatoes, steamed sweet potatoes, boiled sweet potatoes, dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato porridge...even in the pig food bucket.
I have fished out and eaten sweet potatoes, but I have never tasted such delicious sweet potatoes!
"Eat, everyone eats!" Zhang Heng shouted vaguely, and kept moving his hands. He started to eat in big mouthfuls, and even put aside the thigh meat brought by the bearded man.
"It's delicious!" "It's delicious, woo woo, king, sun king, good harvest!" Everyone roared in unison.
Primitive people eat like crazy and devour everything. Zhang Heng was already fast enough, but he only ate half of the sweet potatoes in his hand. In the end, everyone ate every one of them. Even the children were faster than him. This was an innate advantage.
"Wang, sweet potatoes are delicious!" Yan Yan's eyes became even more excited.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Well, I'll let the witch tell you how to cultivate sweet potatoes later. You have to wait until spring to cultivate sweet potatoes, spring!"
"Spring!" Yan chanted.
The explanation was probably clear. At this moment, Zhang Heng suddenly noticed that everyone had stopped. There were obviously sweet potatoes dug out next to the fire, but no one moved them. Zhang Heng probably understood, and quickly got another one for himself, and then rushed.
The two witches shouted: "Eat, keep eating!"
Sure enough, after the two wizards finished revealing the syllables he didn't understand, everyone cheered and started eating sweet potatoes again.
Although primitive people can't do arithmetic, they can compare. If you eat one, I will eat one. If I contribute more to the tribe, I will eat more. If I contribute less to the tribe, I will eat less, and what is needed by the body. Compared with
Men, women and children always eat less. Zhang Heng doesn't know if women and children are full every time, but he has no intention of changing this tradition.
After finishing eating the sweet potatoes and roasted meat, Zhang Heng planned to study the unknown plant. It was almost certain that it could be eaten, because wild animals can eat it. The main thing now is to test the taste, whether it can be eaten by humans, and those vegetable seeds.
You can also research, there are vegetables that can be grown in winter.
But at this moment, something that puzzled him happened. The two witches suddenly gathered their respective groups aside, then placed the stone slabs carved by them on the boulder, and then they knelt down together with a crash.
The two witches shouted: "Dragon, sun!"
The other groups behind also shouted together, with the word "wang" popping up from time to time!
"What is going on? The dragon is the totem of modern mankind? Modern people also regard themselves as the descendants of the dragon. Could it be..." Zhang Heng was shocked to guess that he might have done something unintentionally good or bad.
The Chun tribe and the Kui tribe are now worshiping the dragon pattern together. I wonder if the two shamans regard the dragon pattern as the totem of the tribe?
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