Emperor’s Battlefield: I, Zhu Houzhao, like to push horizontally

Chapter 147: The origin of civilization, drilling wood to make fire.

"Ye, the clan has entrusted this important task to you, but you have disappointed me and actually extinguished the hope of the whole clan."

"Did you know? In order to get this fire, your father was chopped into charcoal by the gods. In order to protect the fire, your mother faced the strong wind and even burned her hands to death, but she would not let the flame go out."

"But you let it go out. Are you worthy of your father and your mother?"

As soon as Zhu Houzhao walked out of his small cave, he saw an old man with white hair, holding a cane that he didn't know was a bone or a stick, and he was hitting the ground heavily.

In front of him, a figure who was dressed slightly cleanly, but it was unknown whether he was a man or a woman, knelt in front of him and cried softly.

There was no way, they all had fluffy hair and dirty fur and skin. Zhu Houzhao couldn't tell whether they were men or women.

The surrounding tribesmen looked at the figure kneeling on the ground. Some were extremely angry, while others shook their heads and sighed.

This primitiveness seemed very awkward to Zhu Houzhao.

The way he talks is similar to that of ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, but his words and deeds are like primitive people.

But think about it and understand.

If these primitive people spoke primitive words, it would be a question whether Zhu Houzhao could understand them, let alone lead them to become rich and powerful.

"The patriarch is here."

Someone noticed Zhu Houzhao walking out of the small cave, and quickly shouted, asking people to get out of the way.

"Patriarch!"

The figure kneeling on the ground trembled. The old man sighed, stood up with difficulty, walked to Zhu Houzhao and knelt down in front of him.

"Clan leader, I am willing to bear all responsibilities. Please give her a chance to live for the sake of Ye's parents bringing fire."

Zhu Houzhao did not help the old man, but looked at the far corner of the cave.

According to memory, that was where the clan burned fires.

Bypassing the kneeling old man, Zhu Houzhao walked directly over.

Zhu Houzhao's move made the old man look desperate.

When he thought about it, the patriarch ignored him. It was obvious that he was very angry and had to punish the culprit Ye.

He touched the burnt black stone, which was still slightly hot. He used the stick next to him to break up the ashes of the vegetation, looked at it, and threw the stick aside.

It has been completely extinguished.

Primitive people didn't know how to dig a big pit where the fire was burning. Even if the upper flame was extinguished, some sparks would still remain as long as it didn't take long.

They all burn on flat ground. Once the flame is extinguished, the sparks will disappear quickly.

"Zhao, now the leaves are yellow and have fallen. It's too difficult to get the fire gift from the gods now."

"We also lack fur. In winter, I'm afraid we will all freeze to death."

"More importantly, without the flames, we can only eat raw meat. It's better for adults, but I'm afraid children can't stand it."

"Without the flame, the meat won't last long."

The man who called Zhu Houzhao out grabbed a handful of plant ashes with a worried look on his face.

Because Zhu Houzhao is still young, the man in front of him temporarily serves as the hunting leader of the clan. When Zhu Houzhao grows up in the future, he will give up the position to him.

So currently, his status in the clan is only slightly lower than that of Zhu Houzhao, and he can call Zhu Houzhao by his first name.

The meaning of this man's words was to tell Zhu Houzhao that winter was coming, there would be no thunder, and it would be difficult to get fire.

When the surrounding tribesmen heard what the man said, they all had sad expressions on their faces, and some even picked up stones to hit the man kneeling on the ground.

"It's all Ye's fault. If she hadn't fallen asleep, how could we have thrown away the fire and killed her..."

Thinking of the cruelty of winter, those who originally pitied Ye, with the instigation of these people, angrily picked up stones and sticks to beat the kneeling figure to death.

The old man who was still kneeling on the ground heard the anger of his tribe and did not stop him. He just closed his eyes in despair.Fire is related to the survival of the race. Winter is coming. Without the warmth of fire, all the tribesmen will freeze to death.

He was going to freeze to death anyway, so it was better to just let Ye die like this.

"Shut up!"

Listening to the noise in his ears, Zhu Houzhao frowned and scolded.

In an instant, the angry tribesmen immediately shut their mouths.

Putting aside the fact that Zhu Houzhao was the patriarch, Zhu Houzhao's momentum as the prince for so many years made these ignorant primitive people feel deeply fearful.

Ignoring the tribesmen who dared not move, Zhu Houzhao lay down in the fur next to him, resisting the strange smell, and after searching for a long time, he found a relatively tough animal sinew.

Then he found a relatively straight stick and a small piece of wood nearby among the firewood that was to be used as fuel.

Zhu Houzhao's behavior made the tribesmen very curious, but they were afraid of Zhu Houzhao and did not dare to ask, so they could only watch eagerly.

After finding a thinner animal tooth and a stone knife, Zhu Houzhao started playing with them there.

What he wants to make is a gyro drill used by carpenters to drill wood and make fire.

It is definitely impossible to rub it with hands. Zhu Houzhao has never practiced Qilin Arm, so he can only use tools.

Under the curious gaze of the tribesmen, Zhu Houzhao worked until noon and finally made the top drill.

I tried it on a nearby stone and confirmed that it can rotate.

Zhu Houzhao stuck his butt out again and started looking around the cave.

Soon, he found his target in a smelly place.

He took out small pieces of wood and scraped off the white frost on the stone surface, returned to the fire pit, took out some unburned charcoal, and started playing with it.

"Dig the hole bigger and deeper, and look for some leaves and animal hair."

After finishing the preparation of tools, I finally found the tribesmen around me who were like Silly Que. They stood there and looked at him. They raised their feet and kicked him. The man next to him stuck out his butt and watched him fiddle with it, and asked him to prepare things.

The man responded with a puzzled look on his face and asked the women to get the leaves and animal hair. He took a stronger Qing Zhuang with him, picked up a wooden spear and a stone ax and dug at the place designated by Zhu Houzhao.

Perhaps it was close to the plain area. Not all the caves were made of stone, but some areas were made of soil.

I don’t know how deep it is, but it’s enough to dig a stove.

Zhu Houzhao was about to start playing with it, but when he saw that the two guys didn't know how to dig out the shape, they just dug there blindly. He stepped forward angrily and kicked one of them.

"You two idiots, start like this, then dig like this, make this shape, and then make it so big..."

After the women brought the leaves and animal hair, Zhu Houzhuo brought a relatively large and slightly rotten wooden pile and began to turn it. At the same time, he instructed the two idiots digging the hole on how to dig a good stove.

"Stab, stab, stab..."

While the tribesmen were stunned, the drill rotated rapidly in Zhu Houzhao's hands, and the slightly sharpened wooden stick was rubbed rapidly against the rotten wooden pile.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Houzhao was so tired that he was sweating all over, and finally a trace of smoke came out of the wooden pile.

"Oh my God, there's smoke~"

Looking at the wooden piles emitting a small amount of smoke, the tribesmen let out bursts of exclamations.

Zhu Houzhao ignored them, speeded up the movements of his hands, and at the same time picked up the saltpeter charcoal prepared next to him and added it to the mix.

"呲..."

Suddenly a spark emerged from it, and Zhu Houzhao quickly put the animal hair next to him. Under the eyes of all the tribesmen as if they were looking at gods, the animal hair slowly started to burn.

The old man Ye He, who was still kneeling, looked at Zhu Houzhao as if he were looking at a god.

(End of this chapter)