I am a primitive

And you have to be on guard at all times, don't chisel things.

This method is not the case. The deeper the hole, the faster the drilling, and there is no need to worry about the rocks below breaking.

Moreover, it is more trouble-free to press the drill by hand than to hold the stone chisel by hand.

Don't wonder why Wood knows so much, because the hand press drill is in his hands at this time...

Thanks to these initial results, everyone in the Qingque tribe has completely believed what Han Cheng said about drilling holes in stones with wood.

On the second day, the hole on the stone bar was completely drilled, a very round hole.

Put the wooden handle that has been prepared before into the hole, and then wedge it around with a wooden wedge, and finally a hoe is ready!

The angle between the wooden handle and the stone shovel is about [-] degrees, which is conducive to the principle of leverage, which can 'catch' more soil and save effort.

After Han Cheng made a demonstration in person, the hammer was in the hands of the elder brother.

"puff!"

Under the crowd's onlookers, the hammer raised by the big brother fell directly into the soil, more than ten centimeters deep.

The senior brother lifted the hand holding the handle of the hoe, and the hoe, which was sunk in the soil, raised a large piece of soil.

This time, almost three diggings with a bone shovel are required!

Everyone in the Qingque tribe who witnessed the usefulness of the hoe with their own eyes seemed very excited.

Shenzi had described the golden millet dream to them more than once, and they were deeply fascinated by it.

Now that they have such a sharp tool for turning the ground, they have more confidence to plant attractive millet around the tribe...

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but it becomes much easier to expand the production with the first successful manufacturing head.

From the people of the original bone tribe, find three people who often make bone tools, and let them beat the stone with the wood.

Knock out stone strips about five in width and three in length and twenty in length.

A few more people were mobilized, and a special hand drill was used to chisel it and open a hole with a relatively sharp stone bar.

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools. For large-scale land reclamation, it is necessary to allocate some manpower to make tools that are conducive to reclamation.

When the Qingque Tribe was in full swing and focused on developing and pursuing a better life, there were also things happening in other invisible places.

"Whoa!"

There was a sound of water breaking, and amidst the splashes of water, a very simple fish cage woven with twigs burst out of the water, leaning on the grass on the bank, and a half-stretched fish jumped out of it.

It can't live without water, and wants to jump into the water as soon as possible, and then enjoy the legendary joy of fish and water.

"Snapped!"

Two big palms suddenly appeared, grabbed it, and slammed it to the ground.

It jumped up and down a few times and stopped moving. Looking at the water so close, it could not rest in peace.

A primitive man with animal skins and leaves around his body picked up the fish that could no longer enjoy the joy of fish and water, passed a branch through the gills of the fish, and made a string with three or four other fish.

After doing this, he threw the simple fish cage back into the water, and then began to wait.

Not far behind him, there was a dying fire, and there were some fish bones beside the fire.

This primitive man stood here looking at the fish cage submerged in the bottom of the river for a while, then squatted down, picked up the river water with his hands and began to wash his face.

It was a habit he had acquired in the tribe that left him with infinitely fond memories.

The cool river water took away the dust on his face, and through the slightly swaying reflection, one can see the appearance of this person. Although the beard and hair have grown, he can still be recognized.

This person was the bark who had been expelled from the Qingque tribe and was thought to be dead.

Bark, who had washed his face, squatted by the river, looked at his own reflection in the water, and began to think about what happened to him during this period of time.

At first he thought he was going to die too.

After being homeless, he lingered in the Qingque tribe for a while, and finally left that fascinating and dreamlike tribe.

He didn't know where he should go, he walked in a daze along the way, and finally returned to his original tribe.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

He didn't go back to the cave, because the cave where they lived before was occupied by a brood of leopards.

I don't know if it was the corpses of the clansmen who hadn't been burned clean in the cave, which attracted them.

Bark didn't have time to think about this, he was already so hungry that he didn't have much strength.

He bypassed the cave, went to the river, and used the broken branch to kill the fish.

This is what he most urgently needs.

Exhaustion and hunger greatly reduced his agility and strength, and he did not catch a fish even after working hard for a long time.

He remembered what the tribe used to catch fish, so he threw away the stick in his hand and got some sticks.

In the tribe that expelled him, he didn't weave what they called a fish cage, he just looked at it carefully.

At this time, I tried to recall the appearance of the fish cage, and weaved it clumsily with folded branches.

After coming here for a long time, I finally got out what could barely be called a fish cage.

The bark couldn't control so much, he tied the outrageously crude fish cage with a straw rope, and threw it into the river with all his might...

"crash"

The fish cage, which was several grades higher than before, was pulled out again, and this time there were two fish inside...

Tie the treasured fish cage around your waist, tie up the branches with eight large and small fishes on it, form a circle, and hang it obliquely on your shoulders.

Holding a particularly crude bow in his hand, and a spear made of a tree stick in the other hand, the bark left here, and then walked forward.

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where he was going.

This place has long been separated from his original tribe, and he has no way to defeat that nest of leopards and get back to the cave where he lived, so he can only choose to leave.

I don't know if it's because of the care of the motherless child, or some other reason, but along the way, he encountered several dangers, but escaped them all, and has lived until now.

Have to find a cave to sleep in.

This was the thought that came to him after he fell from the tree again.