Reborn stone tools to farm

The old grandmother smiled and touched Tang Zheng's little head: "He is blessed by the ancestors."

"Yeah." Tang Zheng smiled, not caring about the messy hair. The kind old man is always kind, like her long-lost grandma, although the old grandma is only her mother's age.

Sitting next to the old grandmother, she is processing some fruits, including nuts and ordinary fruits, which are smaller than modern ones. After all, there is no agricultural fertilizer.The two children were playing, and Zhi was only slightly older than Tang Zheng, so it was no problem to take care of the two children.The mountain is grinding a stone on a flat stone slab, making a "rustling" sound.

Suddenly remembered something, Tang Zheng ran to the west, rolled up a cone with the wide leaves of an unknown plant nearby, scooped up some water and ran back to the side of the mountain, and poured some on the stones he was rubbing against.

"What is this for?" Shan looked up a little strangely.

"It's not easy to break." The heat generated by friction can easily break the stone, and the water can help cool it down.

Shan was a little surprised. He polished the stone tools for his clansmen because of his inconvenient legs and feet, and it was true that they would break after grinding. "Did the ancestors tell you?"

"En." Tang Zheng responded casually, and asked again: "Can I try?"

"Yes." Shan smiled and held a pile of stones from the side: "If you want to hit something, pick one."

After thinking about it carefully, in fact, there is nothing necessary, so I took a long stone and decided to polish a chisel.

The stone slab was very long, and the two of them were grinding their own stone tools at each end. The old grandmother looked at it interestingly and didn't say anything.

At sunset, Tang Zheng rubbed his sore arms, and the chisel was considered to be in shape, with a width of three centimeters.

Someone came from outside, a group of men and a group of women.

There were seven men, of different heights and sizes, who came back talking and laughing, dragging a not-so-small deer behind them, and they had a good harvest.

There are nine women, holding a lot of fruits in their arms, and they also look very happy.

This is a small tribe, Tang Zheng thought so.

There are no more than 22 people including children, just a relatively big family.

Seeing a clean Tang Zheng, everyone was very surprised, they gathered around her to look at her, and asked her if she was in good health.

Primitive people are very simple, clean and heart-warming, and the hesitation and anxiety in their hearts seem to be much less.

At sunset, a fire is built, which is still the most primitive method of drilling wood to make fire. A man named Zhang skillfully and quickly turns a slender stick, and the tinder rubbed with dead leaves is placed under the slightly thicker stick below. About three or four minutes later, there was a whiff of white smoke.

Zhang carefully picked up the tinder, and blew it gently twice, and little sparks lit up.

I stuffed the tinder under the bonfire piled up with branches, attached some dry leaves, and blew on the ground twice, and soon the fire ignited.

He has heard the theory, but this is the first time Tang Zheng has seen a real fire made by drilling wood. The principle is very simple, but it still feels very magical.

The man named Feng used a stone knife to remove a complete piece of deerskin. The technique was equally sophisticated, and the peeled skin was very complete.

"In addition to the one a few days ago, you can go to the Stone Tribe to exchange for a wearable skin."

Feng grinned and sent the peeled deerskin to the old grandmother for safekeeping, but Tang Zheng was stunned. After searching in memory, it seemed that they did not have the ability to tan leather, and all the animal skins they wore were In exchange for the stone tribe in the distance, two raw hides are exchanged for one cooked hide, and the profit is really high.

The grandmother put the deerskin aside, took the stone knife and painstakingly cut a strip of meat on the bloody deer that was carried over, about the size of the fist of five adults, and rewarded the clansman who contributed the most to the hunt.

Xiong is a rough man, about twenty or so, and he is in his prime.

He didn't have this name before, but he changed his name after he took the risk to kill a black bear three years ago, and his back and waist really fit his image.

Afterwards, the bees distributed the meat. Everyone had more or less. There were more men hunting, and fewer women collecting plant fruits. Tang Zheng who stayed in the cave only had half a fist Not to mention the size of their children, not to mention that their children are not enough to eat, as a man, Shan is probably going to starve.

Afterwards, the woman named Tao distributed the vegetarian food, from the plump fruit to the next, and the last one in her hand was the kind of nuts she ate before.

Everyone gathered around the big fire, some started to roast their own meat, and some started to gnaw on the fruits they got. Tang Zheng couldn't help but twitched his brows when he looked at the things in his hands, not knowing what to do with them.

Someone handed the grilled kebabs to the old grandmother. This tribe can be said to be a very typical matrilineal clan social system. Although this system accounts for a small proportion on the entire earth, it was still relatively popular in ancient China.

Men hunt and women gather. This mode causes men to be outside all day and is extremely dangerous. The inheritance and care depends on women.

In this rapidly developing Neolithic Age, the animal husbandry, agriculture, pottery, and handicrafts that are about to appear or have already appeared are actually undertaken by women. In the following period of time, men are still engaged in fishing and hunting.

But the arrival of the Neolithic Age also means the late period of matrilineal clan society.With the improvement of living standards, humans gradually no longer need to venture out to hunt frequently, and men have gradually replaced them as the main labor force for farming. Now perhaps some tribes have become patriarchal clan societies.

At the same time, human beings are also a race on the tip of their tongues. Cooked food cooked with fire greatly shortens the time for eating and develops a proud brain.

Seeing the clansmen put the chopped pieces of meat on the branches, and the open fire brushed over the pieces of meat to paint them black with smoke, Tang Zheng couldn't stand it any longer.

"Hazel, eat."

A string of scorched meat appeared in front of her. It was the old grandmother. In my memory, the old grandmother was also like this. She often left her own meat for the little baby who was not full.

"No, you can eat."

There are no so-called honorifics in slang, Tang Zheng wanted to show respect, and waved his hands repeatedly to refuse, but in the end the skewer was still stuffed into his hands.

"I can't eat it, you eat it." That's what the old grandmother said.

After staring at the meat in his hand for a while, it seemed that something was different.

Tang Zheng put the meat given by her grandmother on the spread leaves, picked up her own raw meat, went to Feng, asked him to chop it up, and went to the stream with it.

There is no condiment, not even the salt of the Lord of Five Flavors, no pot or shovel, nothing, but Tang Zheng wants to do something for the old grandmother to repay the love that did not belong to her.

Washed the minced meat, wrapped it in leaves, tied it with thin vines that can be seen everywhere, picked some wet mud from the stream, wrapped it in a layer, returned to the campfire and threw it into it.

This is the way of beggar's chicken, but without chicken and mushrooms.

Theoretically speaking, the meat should be tender in this way, at least much tenderer than a poorly grilled skewer.

Not long after, Tang Zheng used a wooden stick to pick out the lump of mud from the campfire. The amount was small, and it would be old if it was burned again.

Everyone was curious to see that Tang Zheng was making a lump of mud without eating. Zhi started to tell others about Tang Zheng's dream about his ancestors.

The moment the leaves are opened, the pure meat fragrance floats out from inside, without any burnt smell.

It was hot to the touch, Tang Zheng took both ends of the leaves and put them in front of the old grandmother: "Eat."

The old grandmother smiled lovingly, grabbed a grain and put it in her mouth, her eyes widened immediately.

The meat was something she could bite into, but the taste that she had never tasted conquered her sense of taste in the first place.Her poor vocabulary can't express what she's feeling right now, but she knows it's the best thing she's ever eaten.

Instead of eating the food on the leaves, the old grandmother looked at Tang Zheng with some regret and said, "The ancestors taught you a lot."

"Yes." Tang Zheng responded quickly, her ancestors had become her perfect excuse.

After being silent for a while, the old grandmother looked at the starry sky in the sky and said slowly, "Hazel, maybe you will lead a better life with your clansmen."

With just this sentence, the shoulders seemed to be a little heavy. Tang Zheng didn't speak any more, and picked up the skewers and put them in his mouth.

It was hard and smelled burnt.

Primitive people did not have the habit of stringing together a piece of lean meat and a piece of fat meat. The whole lean meat skewers are old and astringent, and it is really unpalatable without the salty taste.

Biting the meat skewers little by little, the bee came over, asked the old grandmother to bite a piece of meat, and ran away screaming strangely after eating.He exaggeratedly told the other tribes how delicious the meat was, and at the same time imitated Tang Zheng to wrap it in leaves.

However, after clumsily drawing with a thin rattan pen for a long time, Feng couldn't tie a rope, and finally ran to Tang Zheng with a bunch of things.

If Feng was only a half-grown boy in modern times, he may have several children now.

Tang Zheng laughed a little at the way he was jumping up and down, took the leaves and pieces of meat from another person's hand, and demonstrated to him step by step very slowly.

They are not stupid, they can even be considered smart, they can learn simple knotting once, but they are a little ugly.

Bee finished her share and threw it into the fire, and excitedly went to teach others.

Tang Zheng sat quietly by the bonfire and looked at the primitive people whose life was so hard for her. Maybe she won't have enough to eat tomorrow, or she might die in the wild the day after tomorrow, but now she is happy, pure and lovely.

Tang Zheng saw that the mother of the two children was holding them, holding the pears she got, which should be pears, for them to eat.A woman named You probably sat next to Shan, as if she wanted to share her food with him. Shan blushed and pushed for a while, but finally accepted it, and let You eat two more bites after it was cooked.

"Grandmother."

Tang Zheng called softly, maybe the steel and concrete were too indifferent, she suddenly felt a little sense of belonging when she saw such a tribe, at least, now she didn't want to see these people die so easily, she wanted to do something for them .

"Ok?"

After being silent for a while, Tang Zheng said again: "Can you give me the deerskin? Maybe I will deal with it."