Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 4 The power of wisdom!
The development of world civilization has gone through many eras, from the earliest prehistoric era to the steam age and then to the information age, and now is the age of vitality!

Just as the ancients regarded iron and steel machinery as monsters and could not understand what a "brain using electricity" is, modern people may not understand vitality civilization either.

Tribal buildings in this era do not require traditional construction methods, but are divided into three parts: the core, the keel, and the empty building stone.

Put a building core into the Juggernaut Tower, and after praying and offering sacrifices, a kind of energy aggregate will be generated, and they are called slave labor.

The keel is a general term for certain materials, which are used by slave labor to build the main structure of the building, and then add empty building stones.

This kind of stone is like coral stone, it will absorb the elements in nature and grow by itself, so it is very convenient to build a building in the era of vitality.

"What level of core is this?"

In the tribal era, buildings were divided into different grades. The higher the grade, the more powerful and rich its functions. Xia Ye looked at the stone slab, looking forward to it: "This is a relic that my father carefully treasured. It should be very powerful, right?"

"do not know!"

Xia Lingyue shook her head: "But it seems that heroes can be summoned!"

The function of the hero altar is to provide a place for the heroes of the tribe to rest, practice, and compete in skills. To put it bluntly, it can keep the heroes in the best state!
"What?"

Xia Ye was taken aback. He had heard that a few powerful tribes had rare hero altars. After offering sacrifices, they could summon heroes who did not belong to this era.

"Could it be possible that I can still summon Daji or Joan of Arc with big breasts? Let them warm the bed? No, let them follow me to fight everywhere?"

"What did you say?"

Summer months did not hear clearly.

"I said I would be a great hero!"

Xia Ye wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and almost slipped his tongue.

"You not only have to be a hero, but also a wise tribal chief. Well, put your things away and take them away when you participate in the blood survival trial!"

After telling the secret to her younger brother, Xia Lingyue felt relieved.

"elder sister!"

In fact, Xia Ye also has a secret. He is a college student in the 21st century. On a Friday during the winter vacation, he was traveling in a nature reserve in Zhangjiajie during the off-season when he suddenly received a text message.

"The world is going to be destroyed, run, go to a place with lush plants and hot springs!"

Xia Ye thought it was a prank, but two hours later, the mysterious spore virus began to spread crazily.

No one can be spared, Xia Ye still clearly remembers the pain when the spores parasitized on the body, took root and sprouted, as if the soul was taken away.

The last time he saw this world was a lot of tourists screaming in horror and falling into the stream, and the plants were fibrous all over their bodies.

Then, hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the sea has changed!
Xia Ye seemed to have returned to the fetal period, his consciousness was blurred, until one day, a thunderstorm woke him up from his long sleep.

Raindrops the size of broad beans hit his body, watering Xia Ye thoroughly.

This is a spring stream in the wilderness of the forest. Not far from Xia Ye, there is a towering ancient tree that has grown for an unknown number of years. Its luxuriant branches and leaves look like a giant umbrella, but now it has been scattered by thunder. , the raging flames were burning, even the heavy rain could not extinguish it.

Xia Ye fell into the creek, and when he was about to drown, a thick arm picked him up.

Perhaps it was because the nutrition was drained by the mysterious spores, or it might be the impact of hundreds of millions of years on the body, or it might be the nourishment of vitality, anyway, Xia Ye's body returned to the size of when he was five years old.

While getting to know the world, Xia Ye's memory also began to slowly recover, and he felt lucky.

So many tourists fell into the stream and turned into plants. After that, the landform changed, but Xiaye was the only one that was nourished by spring water and could grow.

In the end, if Xia Ye hadn't been struck by the big lightning, he would have either become a part of the ancient tree or suffocated to death inside.

Xia Wuan was a refugee back then, and was playing wild in this ancient forest. If Xia Ye hadn't been discovered by him to fetch water, he would have died.

You know, in this era of food scarcity, many people would abandon their newborns, or even change their children to eat. Xia Wuan was able to raise Xia Ye without hesitation. This kindness is enough for him to fulfill the "father"'s mission. last wish!

"what?"

In the summer months, the rabbit meat is turned over in clay pots to prevent it from getting mushy.

"I'm going to Fengjing Ruins!"

Xia Ye considered it carefully, and decided not to tell her sister the secret, not because she couldn't trust her, but because she was worried that it would bring her danger.

"I heard that Xia Frog and the others are going too, do you want to go together? It's good to take care of each other!"

Summer months are no surprise.

This ruin was once the main city of the powerful Fengjing tribe. It has been explored many times by the heroes of several nearby tribes, but for young people, it is still as attractive as the very popular oiran.

In addition to accumulating some experience, maybe if you are lucky, you will pick up one or two treasures. You must know that such a large relic in Fengjing will continue to be weathered and dilapidated with the erosion of the years. It is very likely that the buried treasures will be exposed. come out.

"I'm Ban Xia!"

Xia Ye laughed at himself, because the left eye is always wearing a blindfold, people in the slums call him Ban Xia, which means half-blind, plus he is bedridden all year round, so people will not treat him as a "weak chicken" team up!
"Hmph, my brother is the best!"

Xia Lingyue curled her lips, then trotted to the door, and dug out a small cloth bag from the ground: "This is what I have saved in the past three years, you can use it to buy some equipment!"

Xia Ye's eyes were wet, he wiped them quickly to keep the tears from streaming down.

In the cloth bag, there are 37 knife coins,
In this era, ordinary people are still in the stage of bartering. Sword coins are only circulated in a small area, but because they are made of bronze, they are definitely hard currency.

One knife coin can buy ten stones of grain, and stones are the unit of weight in this era, that is, one catty, so Xia Yue's private money can be said to be a huge sum of money.

"Fool, it's because of your wisdom that I can save all this money!"

Xia Lingyue reached out and rubbed her brother's hair.

Other families, even if they have a strong labor force and work hard, they just fill their stomachs, but my family is different. My younger brother dared to go out of the city alone since he was a child, and he always brought back things that others didn't know.

Xia Ye shook his head. He liked to read books since he was a child, not to mention living in an age of knowledge explosion. He could become a learned man with just a touch of a finger.

Due to the destruction of the world and the breakdown of civilization, the common sense in the past has long been submerged in the long river of time. Others dare not touch crabs and sea urchins when they see them, and they don’t know how to eat them. Xia Ye can easily catch a basketful.

Relying on his rich knowledge of survival in the wild, although he doesn't have to worry about starving to death, it is absolutely impossible to save so much money, so Xia Ye will never forget the back of his sister sitting in the yard polishing the arrows under the moonlight.

You must know that with a skilled worker like my sister, it takes more than a month to polish a thousand arrow clusters, and these can only be exchanged for one knife coin!
"But it's not enough. A tribe needs five basic buildings. We only have the Altar of Ancestors and the Altar of Heroes. The rest of the Tower of Dominion, the Tower of Spring Water, and the Tower of Vitality are gone!"

Summer Moon calculated with his fingers how much it would cost to buy it.

"Don't worry about it, I can go grab it and use it to support it!"

Xia Ye comforted.

As long as you take down other people's tribes and dismantle the tower, you can move resources such as cores and keels back for your own use.

"What nonsense?"

Xia Lingyue rolled her eyes: "Let's not talk about heroes, you don't even have soldiers, what are you going to use to tear down other people's towers? I'm afraid you can't even climb over the fence?"

"The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge. Maybe I can find a few soldiers in the Fengjing ruins!"

Xia Ye is not in a hurry. In this era, there is a naturally existing 'building' that can produce soldiers. For example, in some places where the wind is often blowing, there will be wind caves, which can produce storm soldiers.

Capture a storm soldier and make a lot of money. If you can transplant the wind point into the tribe, it will be a lot of money, because in time, you will get a storm soldier.

The Molten Soldiers of the Xia Tribe, even in Zhao Guozhong, are ranked first, and have always been coveted by the chiefs of the tribes.

"We still have to make money!"

Xia Lingyue sighed with emotion, her eyes fell on the charcoal, she shook her head, no, it has no technical content, and there is no means of keeping it secret. It may be imitated after a few days of selling it.

Besides, even if a large batch is hoarded and sold together, this is not a necessary material for life. If the poor spend money to buy this, they would rather go into the mountains to cut firewood by themselves.

noble?Their first thought must be how to find out how to burn charcoal!
"Selling charcoal is no good. Don't forget, the nearby mountains and forests belong to Patriarch Xia. It's no problem for everyone to chop some firewood and boil water for cooking. But if you cut down on a large scale, you'll be caught by the Xia family and hanged on the execution ground." !"

Seeing her sister's eyes, Xia Ye couldn't help teasing.

"Actually, even if I can do it, I won't do it. The charcoal production rate is too low. I can't make much money after working hard all day!"

"The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi, a layman in Xiangshan, is a must-read in middle school textbooks. Xia Ye doesn't want to be a miserable charcoal seller.

"Then sell salt!"

Xia Lingyue gritted her teeth, and her eyes fell on a piece of smoked ham hanging in the corner of the room.

Salt is a necessity of life, so it has always been sold very expensive, but I have never bought a grain of salt, because my younger brother always brings back a bamboo tube of salt every time he goes to the wild.

Xia Lingyue couldn't help being curious, so she went to see it.

It was an abandoned salt field, and many people knew about it, but no one ever ate it, because the salt lumps smashed from the walls of the salt cave were too bitter, and eating too much would kill people.

The younger brother got a bamboo tube, stuffed some charcoal, tied several layers of linen, threw the salt lumps in the water, removed the sundries, and then poured them into the bamboo tube.

He said it was called filtering, and after seven or eight times of the same process, the resulting water was boiled in a stone pot, leaving behind a layer of particles.

It is smooth and fine, and when you twist it with your fingers, the tactile sensation is simply intoxicating. After the summer moon has tasted it, you can no longer eat the salt from the market.

"Do you think we didn't die fast enough?"

Xia Ye is playing with the bronze sword. In any era, salt and iron are strategic materials. They are monopolized by the state and are the purse of those in power. If ordinary people touch them, there will be no place for death.

"Then sell less?"

Xia Lingyue sighed, and looked at the smoked ham hanging in the corner of the room. She also knew that the Xia tribe had fought with the Cao family for hundreds of years for a salt field, and many people died to occupy it. It is still the same now. Send heavy soldiers to guard against people who steal salt.

To make smoked ham, in order to prevent the meat from spoiling, a lot of salt is needed. Even nobles are reluctant to do so, but their family can hang two thick wild boar hind legs every winter.

The salt consumed alone is worth thousands of knives. Of course, the huge cost of buying salt can be regarded as a huge saving.

"Don't worry, I'm ready!"

Xia Ye smiled mysteriously: "Eat first!"

In this world, before there is no power to protect himself, Xia Ye has been carefully hiding himself, as long as he can eat enough, not to enjoy himself, but now, the time has come, he wants to start his own revenge plan, blood is sacrificed, and his father dies , These two accounts must be settled with the Xia family and King Zhao!
(End of this chapter)