Reborn stone tools to farm

Although he didn't know what Jing went through so that He didn't want to say more, it didn't prevent Tang Zheng from imagining the danger, and the little girl seemed to know that they were discussing herself, so she lowered her head and wrung her fingers. Her sexual inertia moved, and her quietness made people feel distressed.

I also chatted with He and the old grandmother about the detailed rules for recognizing totems. Tang Zheng proposed a surname, which was approved by the old grandmother and the others.

Primitive society has no surnames but only first names, plus the problem of reproduction in the clan is all remembered by the old grandmother, and they all know that there will be problem children among close relatives, so there will be "gatherings" among the tribes during the rainy season, saying To put it bluntly, it is to borrow seeds, but it does not prevent the existence of pairing in the family.

After a long time, no one can tell whose child it is. The family members of the Mu tribe have the surname Mu, and those of the Wu tribe have the surname Wu, so it is easy to distinguish.

It is of course the best thing for He to leave a surname and think about it. It is impossible to disagree, and he nodded almost immediately.

The whole thing can be regarded as a happy event, after a whole day of laxity, the weather was beautiful at night, and the snow stopped for a short time, so the ceremony of recognizing the totem was held, which was very similar to that of offering sacrifices to the ancestors, except that the lotus was needed They cut their fingers and left their own blood on the totem stone of the Wood Tribe, which probably means that blood is connected.

The end of the ceremony is the celebration of the whole tribe, and the usual strange dances are integrated into new movements.

The dance of the Wu tribe seems to be much softer. Both men and women dance softly, and it has a special flavor when combined with the roughness of the Wood tribe. Now that they themselves migrated from the north, it probably has something to do with this. Bar.

Everyone knew that Tang Zheng's limbs were out of coordination, so no one would pull her to dance anymore.

Sat on the side watching happily, suddenly caught a glimpse of Jing Xiaoren sitting not far away and watching the dance blankly, Tang Zheng frowned and got up and walked towards her.

The dancers don't feel cold when they wear less clothes around the fire, but the onlookers don't necessarily feel cold.

"Aren't you going to play together?" Tang Zheng glanced at the bustling scene by the campfire, and the two children were also having fun inside.

Suddenly hearing a voice from above her head, Jing raised her head and glanced at Tang Zheng, then lowered her head and left a small hair spin for her.

She really doesn't like to talk, Tang Zheng chuckled helplessly, walked up behind her and sat down, then spread her legs and hugged her into her arms.

Tang Zheng has always regarded herself as an old aunt in her 20s and didn't think there was anything strange about this kind of behavior. She just wanted to hurt her when she saw that the child was cute, but Jing, who didn't get in touch with people often, was frightened, and moved uneasily. He moved as if trying to break free.

"Don't move." Tang Zheng whispered threats in her ear, and felt her body stiffen in her arms as she wished, and then stopped moving.

Satisfied, Tang Zheng took the man into her arms again, and continued to watch the performance with great interest. Entertainment activities are very rare in this age.

It was probably because Tang Zheng's embrace was too warm. After a while, Jing's stiff body gradually softened, and she consciously twisted a little, finding a comfortable position to nest in.

Tang Zheng also let her lean on her, but she didn't expect that she would fall asleep like this. The defenseless appearance made Tang Zheng feel relieved, and moved lightly, hugging her small body back to sleep in the cave.

The laughter and laughter outside gradually faded away, Tang Zheng gently placed Jing on her bedding, not knowing whether it was Jing Qianmian or she made a big move, Jing opened her eyes in a daze when she was lying down, raised her head slightly and squinted to look at her.

Tang Zheng paused in the half-lying position, leaning on the weeds with her elbows, not daring to move. Then she felt that her behavior was funny. She reached out to grab the little girl's body, and pressed her head into her arms, "Go to sleep."

Patting Jing's back lightly, she didn't struggle anymore, probably because she was too sleepy, reached out to grab the leather around Tang Zheng's waist, rubbed her head in her arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of breathing near at hand gradually calmed down. Tang Zheng stopped and closed his eyes. Now the lack of clothes has become a problem again, and there are wolves outside. It seems that the tribal force needs to be strengthened.

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"Master, I'll put the bamboo here for you. I'll go out first." Early in the morning, Zhi brought a stack of bamboo according to Tang Zheng's instructions. Today, the men are all hunting, and the women are all looking for edible plants. The clan seemed relatively deserted.

"Go, be careful, don't scratch again." Tang Zheng got up from the bedding, and Jing beside her was woken up, rubbing her eyes and getting up.

"Okay, I put the taro next to you, remember to eat."

"Okay, let's go." Tang Zheng chased away people angrily. I really don't know who is the master, and everyone treats her like a child.

Going out to ask for hot water, Tang Zheng dipped his skin in water and wrung it dry, covered the little girl's face and wiped it carelessly, and said with a light smile, "Are you awake?"

Jing was so confused that she wanted to grab something off her face, Pizi left her face before she could react, and she was at a loss when she raised her hands halfway. Looking at Tang Zheng, a pair of beautiful eyes blinked, obviously messed up. Not sure what the situation is now.

"Well, I should wake up, rinse my mouth and eat." Tang Zheng rubbed her dazed little head with satisfaction, took her out to rinse her mouth, peeled the taro and gave it to her to eat.

Tang Zheng always ate fast, and she was a little choked after swallowing three or two mouthfuls. After drinking two mouthfuls of warm water and eating breakfast, it was resolved. She sat down in front of the pile of bamboo, rubbed her hands together and started to work.

Bronze, iron and so on can't be trained now, and there is nothing to improve the technology of stone tools. Tang Zheng decided to strengthen the long-range attack ability and make two bamboo bows.

The bow is a weapon with a very long history. It has a history of at least 3 years in China. A good bow stem, horns, tendons, glue, silk, and lacquer are indispensable, and because the best of all materials The bow is scattered in four seasons, so it usually takes a year to make a good bow, and bamboo is the most dry material among the six materials. Make a bow.

The family has also seen two bows, twigs were bent and tied with vines to make strings, and the slender wooden sticks were used as arrows. The utilization rate is extremely low. Occasionally, bees and the others will use them to hunt a few pheasants and other birds.

Tang Zheng picked up the bamboo pole from the ground, sliced ​​it about one and a half meters long into three centimeters wide bamboo pieces, cut off the protruding bamboo knots with a stone axe, and then smoothed them on a stone slab soaked in water.

After handling the two bamboo pieces, Tang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that there was a little guy squatting beside him at some point.

"Aren't you going to play with them?" Tang Zheng raised her chin to the two children playing with the rope not far away, and asked.

Jing looked up and shook her head again. Tang Zheng watched her sitting there with her knees hugged and didn't know what to say, so she simply followed her and continued to deal with the things in her hands.

Two pieces of bamboo are tied back to back with a rope at both ends, with the green side facing outwards, and the middle is tightly tied with a rope in circles. There is a distance of more than ten centimeters, which is used to hold the bow.

The two ends of the bow shaft are respectively engraved with bayonets oblique to the centerline, and the two ends of a rope more than one meter long are tied into a loop. Just put the rope into the depression and the bow is completed.

In order to strengthen the strength of the bow, Tang Zheng made it thicker, and the length was erected up to her chest. With her small body, it was really not easy to bend the bow to put the rope on, and she almost used her hands and feet at the same time.

Putting the finished bow on the edge of the fire ditch to bake and shape it, Tang Zheng tried hard to straighten the middle section, but only the two ends were bent and warped. A completely half-moon-shaped bow would not be very easy to use.

Even though the bamboo bows were simple to make, Tang Zheng had barely finished three of them by three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

I tried to pull the bowstring, because the relationship between the two pieces of bamboo is not bad. It is absolutely fast, accurate and ruthless for hunting some small things. The wolf’s fur has a better shooting angle and it should be fine to pierce, but the fatal damage is about You can only start with places like eyeballs and mouth.

She took some bamboo sticks with a cross-section of half a centimeter square, ground them into a circle on a stone slab, sharpened the front end, and burned it until it was charred to increase its hardness. Tang Zheng went to the chicken coop to catch a rooster and plucked its feathers. Feather, for a while, made chickens fly like dogs.

Speaking of these chickens, the eggs left before still failed to hatch successfully, and all of them were rotten inside, but the good news is that they actually started to mate/mate a while ago, and they will not run away if they are placed outside. Domestication is still a must. If it is more successful, the hen should start laying eggs after a while, but I don't know if the chick in the ice and snow can be born safely and survive.

Tang Zheng remembered that some trees not far outside had resin oozing out of it. After walking out of the cave, she suddenly felt something was wrong. When she turned her head, she saw Jing following her. She sighed helplessly. Tang Zheng turned around and picked her up and put her back in the cave. Li, said quite seriously: "Don't move here, don't go out."

Seeing Jing lower her head and begin to wring her fingers habitually, Tang Zheng turned her head and ran out, making a quick decision.

The little girl seemed to be quite clingy to her, Tang Zheng thought, there must be a fledgling plot.

Quickly find the resinous tree and pat off the snow on it. Because of the temperature, the resin has clumped together. Once you pick it up, Tang Zheng returns to the hole with a handful of resin and puts it in half. The cut bamboo tube is melted with fire, and plant ash or carbon ash is added to make glue.

Jing was still the same as she was when she left, sitting on the ground and staring at her hands. Tang Zheng wondered if she was too aggressive just now. After thinking about it, she took out a leather bag from the side of the straw shop, which contained her precious star anise.

People of the Wu tribe should all like plants. Thinking about it, Tang Zheng took one out, spread it in the palm of his hand and placed it in front of Jing.

Jing looked at the thing in front of her for a moment, then stretched out her hand and squeezed it into her mouth, chewed it twice quickly and wrinkled her face.

"You can't eat like this! Spit it out!" Tang Zheng was taken aback by her behavior, and hurriedly stretched out her hand and pulled her face to make her spit it out. Unexpectedly, she refused to open her mouth to death, and finally swallowed it. ..

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Seeing Jing's throat rolling, and staring at her with a bitter face without speaking, Tang Zheng was a little speechless, so she had to take the unfinished water to let her taste the taste in her mouth.

Is this how spices are eaten...It must be bitter and astringent and have a very strange taste.

The author has something to say: Thank you Luohe for mines.

Don't leave Jingzhen mushroom after school, I can't face the names of two people, hey!Is it still too late to change the name Σ(|||▽|||)