wild trail

Chapter 7 Let Me Be the Leader

Cliff, small courtyard.
Wang Lang returned to his residence exhausted all the way, threw the prey on the ground, and slumped on the ground.
In the cave, Fan Xing was playing with the clay pot on the fire curiously, looking cautiously, as if the pot was a treasure in the world. Steam buns were gurgling in the pot, and the smell of meat wafted out. Staring at the smell of boiled meat, Fan Xing was satisfied, and she was so concentrated that she didn't even notice that Wang Lang came in. She didn't come back to her senses until Wang Lang fell to the ground. Seeing Wang Lang's miserable appearance, she ran over with a strange scream. Feeling around on his body, he said a lot of words that Wang Lang couldn't understand.
Sitting on the ground, Wang Lang looked at the anxious woman in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little warmth in his heart. After all, he and this woman have only known each other for less than two days. If modern people would care about your life, Wang Lang can only feel the primitive heart Sichun. Although she is exhausted now, Wang Lang still smiled at Fanxing to make her feel at ease.
At dusk, in this small courtyard full of wild atmosphere, one person sits on the ground and the other crouches carefully guarding it, like a frozen landscape painting.
After resting for a while, Wang Lang regained his strength and said to Fan Xing who was looking at him with wide eyes: "Go and get something to eat! I'm hungry!"

Seeing Fan Xing looking at him suspiciously, Wang Lang smiled wryly. The problem of language barrier really cannot be solved in a short time. In desperation, Wang Lang pointed to his stomach and made a few more food movements.
Fanxing understood what Wang Lang meant, and ran into the cave in a hurry, handed Wang Lang a handful of unknown wild fruits with both hands, and ran out in a hurry. The pottery bowl was delivered to Wang Lang.
Wang Lang never collected wild fruits. Most of the time, he picked them up and ate them when he saw them while hunting. These wild fruits were obviously collected by Fan Xing himself. Wang Lang couldn't help but feel a little funny. The division of labor of small tribes of hunting and gathering was formed spontaneously.
Wang Lang ate a few fruits to fill his stomach, and then wiped out the pieces of meat in the pottery bowl like a cloud of wind. After eating the bland pieces of meat, Wang Lang seemed to have eaten the most delicious food in the world. After eating and drinking, he looked satisfied Lie on the ground stroking his belly.
Fanxing carefully put away the pottery bowl that Wang Lang threw on the ground and put it into the cave. Looking at Fanxing's serious appearance, Wang Lang couldn't help but feel a little emotional. In a primitive society with low productivity, resources are too scarce. In terms of money transactions, this ugly pottery made by myself is considered expensive in this world.
night.
Beside the fire, Wang Lang was earnestly teaching Fanxing to learn his own words. This process was very painful for Wang Lang. He had never taught students or raised children, so he didn't know where to start. He could only pick some simple nouns. The repetition made Fan Xing learn from him.
Time passed by little by little in a peaceful time like this, and three months passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, Wang Lang and Fanxing could have some basic communication. Wang Lang was very surprised at Fanxing's language talent. The language structure of the previous tribe was very similar to Chinese, but after learning this level in such a short time, Wang Lang couldn't help feeling sad about his poor language ability.
Now that there is a woman in the family, Wang Lang no longer lives as casually as in the past. In order to make his life more comfortable, Wang Lang built a simple wooden bed with wood and stones during this period of time, and laid a layer on it. Dried weeds, and Wang Lang also found a bamboo forest one kilometer away from his residence, which was definitely an unexpected receipt for Wang Lang.
With bamboo, Wang Lang not only made some simple tools, such as weaving some small bamboo baskets, but the most important thing is that bamboo is a good material for making bows and arrows. The bows and arrows Wang Lang used before could barely shoot a pheasant within ten meters. Killing it is all about luck.
After several actual combat tests, Wang Lang found that the effect of the bamboo bow is very good. Although the stone arrow has some influence, it can completely pierce the flesh of most prey within 30 meters. There are a lot of prey, and it is easy to catch some prey. In order to prevent too much food from being wasted, Wang Lang also asked Fanxing to send some to her previous tribe. Thanks to the translation of Fanxing and Wang Lang's excellent The hunting technology and can make some exquisite items, Wang Lang's status in that tribe is second only to the existence of the leader.
Since Wang Lang had harvested quite a lot in the past few days, Wang Lang didn't go out to hunt these days, and practiced bow and arrow leisurely in his small courtyard.
In the evening, Wang Lang stood outside the wooden wall and looked anxiously at the jungle in front of him. In the morning, Fanxing returned to her tribe with a few pottery pots. It is reasonable to say that he could return in the afternoon, but Tiantian seemed to be getting dark. Wang Lang couldn't help feeling worried.
Just as Wang Lang was wondering whether he should go and have a look by himself, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the jungle in the distance, the sky was dark, Wang Lang couldn't see what was in the distance, he held his bow and arrow and stared vigilantly ahead.
"It's me, I am the stars"

Hearing the voice of Fanxing, Wang Lang felt relieved, put away his bow and arrow and walked towards Fanxing.
To Wang Lang's surprise, Fanxing didn't come back alone. There were more than a dozen people behind him. Wang Lang knew all these people and they were all members of the Fanxing Tribe. Looking at the sad faces of these people, Wang Lang was very puzzled and didn't know. What exactly happened.
But it was so late, it was obviously very dangerous to be in the open wilderness, and most of these people were women and children, so it was not easy for Wang Lang to keep them out and take them back to his home. the small courtyard.
"what happened?"

After settling the group of people, Wang Lang pulled Fan Xing and asked in doubt.
Fan Xing sighed and said: "A few dinosaurs attacked the tribe yesterday, the old leader and some warriors died, only these people escaped, and the rainy season is coming soon, these people can't find enough in the rainy season Food, and no ability to migrate, they want you to be their leader, so I brought them here!"

"Let me be the leader?" Wang Lang said with some surprise.
Fanxing nodded and said, "They all admire you, and I hope you will live with them."

Wang Lang was silent for a while, glanced at the few remaining people, frowned and said: "Let's go, I'll go talk to them!"

(End of this chapter)