Reborn stone tools to farm

With water on his fingers, Tang Zheng carefully wiped away the blood on Jing's neck.

The wound was very shallow, and the intermittent long strip looked a little scary. At this moment, the wound had scabbed with blood, and Tang Zheng didn't dare to move anymore after wiping off the blood that flowed down around it.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Zheng raised his head and asked after exhaling lightly on the wound.

"It hurts..." Jing dragged his tone, stretched out his hand to hug Tang Zheng again, his eyes were still red, and now he was asked, and mist appeared again.

Tang Zheng hugged Jing into her arms, feeling distressed and not knowing how to comfort her, patted her on the back lightly, and blamed herself even more.

The screams outside became smaller and smaller, and with the end of the last one, Song walked in from the outside and asked Tang Zheng, "I killed them all, do you want to throw them outside?"

"Well, stay away, don't recruit anything." Tang Zheng said in a deep voice, and his hands kept making comforting movements. When he remembered something, he said to Song: "The blood on the ground is swept away. Burn it to get rid of the smell. Call me in and I have something to say to him."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

After Song finished speaking, he left the cave, and after a while, Zhi hurried in again, sat down next to Jing and asked nervously, "How are you, are you okay?"

Jing got up from Tang Zheng, grabbed Zhi Zhi's finger on his lap, shook his head and whispered that he was fine.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Zhi rubbed Jing's head, turned to look at Tang Zheng, "Song said that you called me, is it because of the group of foreigners?"

Tang Zheng replied: "Yes, there are almost half of the people now. I want you to keep an eye on them. Although the rest of the people are relatively peaceful, I don't want to have something like today happen again."

"No problem, I know what to do, I guarantee that what happened today will be the last time." Zhi Zhi patted her chest and said.

Tang Zheng paused for a moment and said: "If there are any more thorns, you can figure it out. If you don't accept it, kill it. You have to pay some price for your oath."

"Okay, with your words, I feel relieved. I saw a few people talking and acting strangely before, and I wouldn't dare to do anything if you asked them to." Zhi grinned and said with a smile.

"That's it, I'll trouble you." Tang Zheng smiled back, but her heart was bitter. Human nature is indeed the most difficult thing to guess. Once again, she felt overwhelmed by her attempt to solve problems without force. They are too tempting for a small tribe like this, and it is better to prefer the lack of abuse in the future.

Zhi Zhi rubbed Jing's little head again before getting up, and smiled at Tang Zheng: "Please also help me take care of our little patriarch."

"Should be." Tang Zheng replied with a smile. During this period of time, the people of the tribe imitated the modern way she occasionally popped up to speak, and they chatted with a certain appearance, which sometimes sounded very interesting.

In the following days, apart from tinkering with a clay board, Tang Zheng went to see Jing's wound from time to time. Her face was not as smiling as before, and the low air pressure continued until Jing's wound scabbed.

The clansmen didn't care much, but the remaining captives looked trembling. Thinking of the horrible scene of blood flowing all over the ground that day, they didn't dare to move any more. As slow as imagined.

"Well, what are you doing?" Thinking about something, Tang Zheng asked vaguely when his face was suddenly pinched from both sides.

"Laugh." Jing rubbed her face imitating Tang Zheng's usual way of treating her. She was quite serious when she "ordered", obviously not satisfied with her always keeping a straight face recently.

Hearing this, Tang Zheng really burst out laughing with a "puchi", pulled Jing's hands down his face, hugged Jing into his arms, rubbed her hair, and said with a smile, "Why are you so cute?"

Regardless of Jing's struggles, Tang Zheng had a good time by herself, and her suppressed emotions eased a lot in the past two days. There was a sound outside, obviously the clansmen who had gone out had returned.

At this moment, she realized that it seemed a little too much, Tang Zheng let go of Jing, and went to help her straighten her messy hair with a smile, "Hey, let's go eat."

"Huh!" Jing snorted at Tang Zheng, got up from the ground and ran out, leaving Tang Zheng sitting there alone.

Embarrassed, she withdrew her half-empty hand and grabbed her own hair instead. Tang Zheng got up and followed.

Today is obviously another day of harvest. The bamboo shoots in the spring are all sprouting, and they are all very big. Tang Zheng asked Tao to dig the bamboo shoots back, and sliced ​​and dried the ones that could not be eaten that day. The big dustpans for bamboo shoots all have a diameter of more than one meter, which can ruin the branches.

The muntjacs that were hunted over there are being divided, and Tang Zheng is distributing food to the captives here. The control of this matter has always been in her hands. Although she is in a bad mood recently, she has not treated them badly. full.

"You guys wait a moment." After distributing the food, Tang Zheng called to the short prisoners who were about to leave.

Suddenly being called the subject, they visibly shook their ears, stood up again, and lowered their heads not daring to look at her.

Tang Zheng sighed. Although she was satisfied with her deterrent power, she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. Everyone looked at her as if they were looking at a tiger. If you work hard, you won't really eat them.

Glancing at the people standing in front of him, Tang Zheng looked at Er and Yu standing at the front and asked, "You two are patriarchs, how much rope can you weave in a day?"

Ear looked up at Tang Zheng suspiciously, didn't understand what she was doing with this question, and answered quickly with an idea in mind, "If there is less, it can be thirty a day, and if it is too many, it can be less than forty."

Yu next to him nodded, and said: "Almost, most of them can look like 35."

Counting was taught by Tang Zheng, and they already knew it, but it seemed strange to count with fingers and palms.Tang Zheng measured a bamboo pole with a length of about one meter and asked them to calculate it by themselves. They only took a visual measurement every day, and it seemed to be a lot, so they let them go. It was the first time they asked, so it was no wonder they seemed nervous.

"Then how many are there in each of your clans today? Count them yourself," Tang Zheng said.

In a daze, the two handed the food in their arms to the tribe behind them, squatted down to measure it themselves, and stood up after a long while, saying: "One hundred and three."

"I'm here at 130 five." The Eagle Tribe had one more woman than the Niu Tribe, and Yu got up and answered after counting for a long time.

"That's it." Tang Zheng did the math and took out a string of pottery coins from his pocket, untied the rope, counted two and said, "This is a pottery coin. I will set an amount of 32 per person per day for you, and every ten coins exceeded You can come to me to get a pottery coin, and for every twenty pottery coins, you can bring a piece of leather of your own to come to me to exchange for a good one. Take these two as today’s reward first, as for the men behind , as long as Zhi Zhi didn’t say you guys were lazy, I’ll give you one coin for every five days.”

Seriously thinking about what Tang Zheng said for a while, Er's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Then can I change anything else besides the leather?"

Tang Zheng glanced at her ears in surprise, she was quite capable of drawing inferences from one instance, so she didn't need to waste her words.

Turning around and going back to the cave to take out the clay board that he had been tinkering with for the past two days, Tang Zheng pointed to a large string of neat pictures and words on it and said, "This is the price of the things I can exchange here, and I can exchange for enough pottery coins. "

A group of people leaned forward to look at a bunch of strange lines on the board, and the movement here attracted the clansmen who finished distributing the food over there. The fastest running bee came to the front and pointed to the things on the board : "Hazel, what are you doing here?"

"It's just something new, hey, it's called a pottery coin." Tang Zheng took out a pottery coin and handed it to him.

"Hey, isn't this what you asked me to make last time, Master?" Shan asked curiously when he saw what was in Bee's hand.

"Yes, to exchange things."

Tang Zheng patiently explained the uses of pottery coins to the clansmen who came behind, and there was an immediate response from below, whispering.

Zhang suddenly asked: "I also want a piece of leather to make a kettle, can I do some work for you?"

"Yeah, I want a piece too." Someone started to echo. Although a suit of clothes is standard equipment to solve the problem of warmth, from top to bottom, the control of materials in the clan is still very strict. There are not many things, and the extra things are used to trade with other tribes. Except for daily distribution, there are very few things that belong to themselves. This is public ownership in primitive society, and there is a certain difference from modern socialist public ownership in China. In the middle is the private ownership that Tang Zheng wants to develop now.

Surprised by the tribe's thirst for surplus supplies, Tang Zheng was very satisfied with the tribe's performance, and felt a little funny, "You all stay in the tribe to work, so whoever goes out to hunt, where can he get the food?"

"That's right." Zhang scratched his head, but wanted the leather very much, and seemed a little tangled.

After a little calculation of the price, Tang Zheng gave a more reasonable plan, "Well, when you hunt big prey, I'll give you two for the one with the most credit, and I'll give you one for the others. I'll give you one in two days, Tao." If you do something for me, I can give you extra pottery coins, how about it?"

"Okay!" Now everyone laughed happily, struggling to say that they would help her with work, Tang Zheng saw it and felt happy.

This is the benefit of private ownership, which can greatly increase the enthusiasm of the masses to work. Without accidents, they will continue to weave rope after eating, instead of being liberated after the day as before, and the output will be greatly improved.

"By the way, Zhen, what do you write on it?" Feng Le pointed to the board for a while and asked, the question she asked just now seemed to be off the mark, "This painting can't be leather, it must be a pottery bowl , What is that string behind it?"

Now that the question is on the right track, he praised the bee's cleverness in his heart, Tang Zheng clapped his hands, and said loudly to everyone: "The first row above is written on a piece of leather and thirty pottery coins, and you can't understand the words behind it." , don’t go out tomorrow morning, I’ll teach you how to read!”

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