Primitives are stunned

Chapter 25 The Taste of Happiness

When he came to the place where he searched for spices last time, looking at the reddish-brown soil, Wang Hao dug a piece of it with his fingers.After crushing, put it in your hand and observe it carefully for a while, and finally smell it with your nose, and found that it is really good clay.

Howling twice in excitement, Wang Hao felt that he was one step closer to drinking a mouthful of delicious fish soup.I have to admit that sometimes, eating is the driving force behind human progress.

Humans learned to use fire only after eating the plants in the forest that were roasted by fire.

In order to eat meat, human beings learn to hunt.

In order to eat salt that is not bitter, humans have gradually learned to make salt.

In order to eat boiled food, bronze tripods are made.

Of course, all this is Wang Hao's personal guess.However, the path he is taking now is a path leading to gourmet food.

The firing of the pots takes almost a day.It's not that it can't be fired in the wild, it's just that the risk of doing so is too great.So Wang Hao decided to take part of the clay and bring it back to the village.

Seeing that the tribesmen were empty-handed, Wang Hao patted his head and downloaded the second technology to make shovels.

Of course, there is no iron, and the secondary system can only absorb materials within a radius of one meter centered on Wang Hao.Still far from absorbing enough elemental iron from the dirt for him to make a shovel.Therefore, the shovel was replaced by iron wood.

The level-[-] system can download a level-[-] technology every two days, so Wang Hao doesn't have to save as much as before.

A piece of iron wood disappeared without a trace before the eyes of the tribe. According to Wang Hao, it was sacrificed to the ancestor god.For such a miracle, the clansmen had no other thoughts except to be stunned.

Iron wood is hard, but not tough enough, so it is not a good material for making bows and arrows.

A hundred-year-old iron wood was exchanged for ten wooden shovels, and most of the remaining materials were stored in the system space.

Wang Hao has always been unclear about the definition of system space.He'd tried countless times to cram non-material stuff into system space, but it never worked.Moreover, whether it is the rosewood wood from last time or the iron wood this time, once it enters the system space, there is no way to get it out.Unless crafted into a tool.

The clansmen expressed their incomprehension to Wang Hao's behavior of collecting soil from such a far away place.In their eyes, there is no difference between clay and ordinary clay.There is a lot of this kind of mud in their village, so there is no need to dig it far away and bring it back.

Although they didn't understand it in their hearts, but out of trust in Wang Hao, or the ancestor god, they still carried out the task of digging and transporting soil meticulously.

Wooden shovels are no better than iron shovels. In order to pursue hardness, each wooden shovel is very thick, and it is also very difficult to penetrate the soil.Because there is no cart, the link of soil transportation has completely changed from mechanical force to manpower.

Whether it is digging or moving soil, it takes a lot of effort.If it is on the earth, even if you pay 500 yuan a day for such a job, no one is willing to do it.However, the primitive people in the Great Wilderness lacked everything except strength.

Wang Hao took the lead in digging a few shovels and then left wiping off his sweat.In his words, it is to find spices and make a delicious grilled fish for the tribe at night.

His statement was unanimously supported by the clansmen. After eating two meals of grilled fish, they probably would never forget the tangy aroma.Among the upright primitive people, there is no such thing as being lazy for the time being.Of course, except for the fake Wang Hao.

Strolled to the river and watched the people fishing for a while.The crocodile had already been driven downstream by the tribe, and many people surrounded the shore.Big fish were thrown ashore. Wang Hao saw that almost the whole village was mobilized, like ants. From the village to the river, people coming and going formed a line.Even five or six-year-old children struggled to drag two fresh fish that were almost as big as him towards the village.

After a night of sweeping by the wolves, the surroundings of the village were much safer than before. Most of the beasts that threatened women and children were either eaten by the wolves or driven far away.That's why the tribe can safely let women and children come to transport fish.

Handed a handful of light herbs to the five or six-year-old child, took the rattan that tied the fish from his hand, and led him towards the village.

When he arrived at the village, none of the people transporting salt, rocks and clay came back, so Wang Hao found a few people and ordered them to dig two big pits next to the pond at the entrance of the village.

After the arrangement was over, Wang Hao wandered around the village again.He found that men, women and children in the village have their own things to do.Even five or six-year-old children are dragging fish into the village with a happy face.He was the only idler wandering around the village, seemingly doing nothing.

Now Wang Hao has become the most special person in the village.In the past, no matter who was in the village, they only listened to the words of the patriarch.And in the entire village, only the patriarch can give orders.The daily work of the clansmen is arranged by the patriarch.

But now, everyone in the village not only listens to the words of the patriarch, but also to Wang Hao.Even sometimes, Wang Hao's words are more effective than those of the patriarch.Moreover, no one will arrange tasks for Wang Hao now, even if everyone sees him wandering around the village with nothing to do, no one will say anything more.

Everything in the village changed silently because of Wang Hao.Some changes can be seen, such as the big fish being dragged back from outside the village.

And some things are invisible, such as the respect that some clansmen who are older than Wang Hao have for him.In the Great Wilderness, listening to a person and conscientiously completing the task assigned by that person is the greatest respect.

Wang Hao's eyes lit up when he saw Shi Li and Wang Erniu dragged several fish back from outside the village.After yelling at him, he waved at him.

Shi Li handed the fish to the women by the pond outside the village, wiped the sweat off his brow, and ran over in a hurry.

"Brother Hao, what's the matter?" Shi Li asked out of breath.

"Did you recognize all the three herbs I taught you to recognize last time?" Wang Hao asked with a smile, looking at Wang Erniu who had glanced this way several times.

"Well, I have fully recognized it." Shi Li replied.

"I brought back some herbs today, let's go and check them out with me." Wang Hao turned his head and said.

Shi Li responded and followed Wang Hao towards the cave. Halfway through, he suddenly asked, "Brother Hao, if I recognize everything, is there any reward?"

Wang Hao glanced at him and asked, "What reward do you want?"

"I, I want a bow and arrow." Shi Li said.

"What's the matter? Want to use a bow and arrow to kill the big bird that caught your father to death?" Wang Hao asked.

"Well, that big bird is flying in the sky, and it cannot be smashed down by stones. Only bows and arrows can kill it." Shi Li said seriously.

"You are still young and can't draw a bow. When you grow up, you will have one. But I can promise you, as long as you can recognize every kind of herb I brought back, I will not object The matter between you and Erniu." Wang Hao said with a smile.

"Ah! No, no, no, Er Niu and I have nothing to do!" Shi Li hurriedly covered his face.

Wang Hao curled his lips and said with a smile: "Since you and Erniu have nothing to do, then I'll go find Gu Mu, it seems that he likes Erniu quite a lot."

"Don't, don't, Brother Hao, I'll just admit it." Shi Li's face suddenly became bitter, and he frowned and said aggrievedly.

So, on the big rock at the entrance of the cave, Shi Li scratched his head and repeatedly said the names and functions of various herbs, while Wang Hao was next to him holding a handful of grass leaves, not knowing what he was weaving.And from time to time, he scattered dozens of herbs on the stone slab, and then grabbed a few herbs at random, and asked Shi Li what its name was and what its use was.

The little wolves were full and surrounded Wang Hao to avoid the claws of the fur ball.Fuqiu always likes to grab the tails of the little wolves, or like to ride on the little wolves and use them as mounts.

Regarding Maoqiu's domineering behavior, the little wolf who was five or six times bigger than it dared not speak out, and could only circle around Wang Hao, trying to avoid Maoqiu.

Seeing the behavior between Maoqiu and the little wolf, Wang Hao was stunned, MB, you are a wolf, a little bloody, okay?

When the sun was about to set, Wang Hao finally finished weaving his first pair of straw sandals. He tried it on his feet and found that the craft he learned from his grandfather had not been used for a long time. The feet are bigger.

Since I can't use this pair of straw sandals, I can give them to the patriarch, since his feet are much bigger than me anyway.

The people who went out to work gradually came back.The stone slabs at the entrance of the cave were piled up with fresh fish that had been washed. Wang Hao estimated the quantity, which was almost enough for the clansmen to eat for half a month.

Coupled with the wolf meat, it seemed that the clansmen would not starve to death if they did not go hunting for 20 days.

There is a strong smell of fish in the village, and the clansmen who have worked hard all day sniff these unpleasant smells with their noses happily. For them, this is the smell of happiness.

Wang Hao can't smell happiness. For him, in the warming weather, these fish will go bad in less than a week. At that time, they will smell bad.

But fortunately, the clansmen who carried the salt stone finally came back as the sun went down.

(End of this chapter)