Heaven Civilization Salvation System

Chapter 5 I, Hu Hansan, Are Back Again
"Wooah~ wooah~"

"Wow~Wow~"

When Fang Zhe regained consciousness, he had already arrived at the strange and familiar primitive civilization again.

"My child, my child is awake." Seeing Fang Zhe crying loudly, the wild woman turned her head and began to communicate happily with the people next to her.

"This child is strong and able to live." This time Fang Zhe understood the savage's words.

Slightly familiar words rang in my ears, I opened my eyes, and saw the familiar scene when I entered the dungeon last time.

Immediately Fang Zhe was startled, his father "Ariel" except for his stronger body than last time, his face obviously remained unchanged.

It seems that this is how the identity of the character card is changed.

But that's good too. In the previous life, my parents worked hard and ended up miserable. This time, I must change.

Looking at the slightly friendly couple in front of him, countless memories flooded into his mind, thinking of the little things that this loving savage couple had done for him in the last dungeon.

Ren Fang Zhe knew that this was just a copy simulated by the system, so he couldn't help but feel sour and almost shed tears.

Looking at the slightly unfamiliar grotto in the blink of an eye, the difference from last time is that there is not only a ventilation hole, but also a fist-sized light hole, a beam of golden light from the setting sun, through the hole in the ceiling, just casts on the person who embraces him .

"This time we must change primitive civilization." Fang Zhe, who has experienced life and death, secretly made up his mind that the mistake he made last time must not be made again.
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Spring has passed and autumn has come, and seven years have passed.

This time, Fang Zhe, who had the patriarch's father, almost changed the tribe fundamentally.

Two months later, Fang Zhe uttered clear words and told his father, Ariel, to go straight north. After walking for half a day, there were open-air salt mines. These salt mines were of high purity and only needed to be put into water for a little refining. It is the best mineral salt.

Ariel is worthy of being the leader of the clan. His long-term hunting experience has taught him that if he does not consume this white powder for a long time, his body will lose strength.

Being dubious, he didn't set off with all the hunting teams. He just picked up a confidant and set off just after night.

That afternoon, the surprised two rushed back with a few salt blocks on their backs. Even the clan witches were shocked out of the white salt mine. Everyone happily thought it was a gift from the gods. Hyun' thanks before the totem.

"Lie, is it possible that Ah Xuan was selected by the totem?" At night, her mother A Cai asked with some fear. According to word of mouth in the clan, once someone is selected by the totem, it means that the clan will be in disaster. This can't help but worry her. .

According to Wu, the last time the clan migrated to this place was the guidance of the totem.

"You silly boy, Ah Xuan was chosen by the totem to save us, what do you know?" A Lie is straightforward, although he believes in what witches say, but Ah Xuan is his own child after all.

Ah Cai shrank her shoulders, trembled all over, and glanced at Fang Zhe, who was sleeping soundly and deeply, with complicated eyes. There was some fear in his eyes, but also a trace of inexplicable expectation.

His father was the patriarch all his life, with sufficient food and good genes. Fang Zhe was only two years old, and he was physically strong.

The people in the clan were amazed when they saw it. Such a small doll looks so healthy, which represents the prosperity of the clan. It's just that others think Fang Zhe is playing, and only he knows that the most important thing in survival in the wild is to distinguish the direction. Find a way out.

Three years have passed. Five-year-old Fang Zhe has made countless mountain views and made detailed judgments on the topography. A slightly rough map has emerged in his mind.

On the map, walking north along the earth and stone mountain where the clan site is located is an open-pit salt mine.

The terrain in the north is complex, there are many venomous snakes, and it is relatively humid. Hunting teams often avoid heading north.Across the mountains to the north there should be a big river. The north wind often brings a damp smell, and the small river next to the tribe's land is its tributary.

Every time the hunting team hunts, the direction is basically southeast. Early in the morning, they set off in the direction where the sun rises, and come back the next evening along the place where the sun sets. In this way, they can distinguish the direction and avoid getting lost in the mountains and forests.

And according to Fang Zhe's many deduction, if you want to get out of this lofty mountain, the direction of migration can only go to the southeast. Only this road is familiar to the hunting team, which can minimize casualties and prevent all the clansmen from dying on the way of migration.

With the map and directions, the next step is to stockpile supplies. It is said that the three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first. For a long time migration, it is impossible not to have enough portable food.

With the name selected by the totem, the patriarch Ariel obeyed his son. This time, Fang Zhe did not choose to grow wheat.

During the last dungeon planting process, he found that the yield of corn is much higher than that of wheat, reaching about 600 jins, which is almost catching up with the yield of modern corn crops. If it is carefully cultivated, it can even reach 800 jins per mu. The most important thing is that it is easy to carry.

Corn stalks can also be used as fuel to solve the upcoming big storm, which can serve multiple purposes.

Unlike corn, although wheat is better than corn in terms of taste, it needs to go through procedures such as harvesting and husking, which undoubtedly reduces the efficiency in the primitive era of lack of steel.

Based on the experience last time, this time the tribesmen transplanted plants and collected manure without many complaints under the leadership of the tribe leader, father Ariel.

In addition, he will tell Ariel in advance every time there is danger in the family in his memory.

The patriarch led a hunting team to save the day from danger, the prey was abundant, and his prestige was waning for a while.

Just after the cold winter, the corn was transplanted at the end of February. With the experience of his previous life, Fang Zhe first collected the humus in the forest and planted it in the ground to improve the alkalinity of the soil. .

With the addition of humus, the ground gradually became uneven, and the ridges were winding and undulating, with no end in sight. The ridges were covered with strips of red fine sand, which was like a big red flag wrinkled by the wind.

A few straight white-barked fir trees, planted beside the ground, stretched out their branches and shaded the fertile soil with their dark green leaves.

On the cornfields, there are lively children everywhere.After a while, the tribe saw a large patch of thorns, indicating that they were going to the mountains ahead. The road became more rugged, and the rivers also increased, all of which flowed along with the twists and turns of the hillside.

Spring goes to autumn, Xuanli five years.

This year will eventually leave a mark in the hearts of everyone in this "Xuan" tribe. In people's hearts, the transformation from desolation to vitality is sudden.There is no longer overgrown grass, but a newly reclaimed "Hope".

Groups of wild snow chickens in twos and threes are eating weeds on the edge of the field, and tall birch trees are planted around the pasture.Then, there are golden ears of corn and huge fruits everywhere, and the cornfield seems to be an elegant, affordable and poetic garden.

Even Fang Zhe had to admire it when he saw it.This is the most simple "hope" of primitive people.

Compared with the previously estimated yield per mu, this time it still gave everyone a surprise. With a yield close to 900 catties per mu, the harvest this time is enough for the clan to eat for more than two years.

In this fruitful autumn, just like last time, Fang Zhe's younger brother, Axiong, was born again, but this time, there will be no "cannibal" winter in Axiong's memory.

"Azhe, you've done a good job." Ariel is a straightforward person, like a steel giant, he can't see the slightest contempt for the female clansmen in his eyes at this moment, only infinite appreciation, enthusiasm, and affirmation.

The "useless" female clan members are all under the leadership of Ah Zhe, adding so much food to the clan, he couldn't help being unhappy.

Axiong rubbed his eyes and climbed out of his mother's arms. When his eyes met Fang Zhe, his face showed a happy expression, and his eyes were full of undisguised admiration. My brother can always bring back delicious food.

"Patriarch, Lord Clan Wu, please go to the top of the mountain with Azhe. There is something very important." The person who spoke was Agang. Work diligently in the hunting team.

As time passed, he also gave up his plan to get rid of this person.

His mother, A Cai, was left behind to take care of A Xiong, while his father, A Lie, stopped Fang Zhe to walk out of the cave and towards the top of the mountain.

In the season when there is a shortage of food and special items must be used as food, the prey is very precious, but now that there is corn supplementation, the face of the tribe is full of oil and water, and the whole tribe looks prosperous.

Ariel was very happy, but this was the first time that the clan witch "Wu Qi" summoned the father and son, and he had some vague guesses in his heart that the clan might be about to bring disaster.

But he has unconditional trust in his child, Azhe, the spokesperson of the totem god.

"No matter how great the disaster is, there will be the blessing of the totem god!"

(End of this chapter)