I'm doing infrastructure in ancient times

The sun is rising in the east, the sun is shining, and the sky is rendered with brilliant colors, outlining a magnificent picture.

In the dense forest with overgrown trees, hundreds of birds are singing, and under the wanton growth of thorns, there are unknown dangers hidden.A team of strong men lurks quietly here, their bronzed skin is hidden under the cover of thick green leaves, they are inconspicuous, and they seem to have blended into it.

The sound of "rustling" sounded, and a huge creature approached slowly. The aura belonging to the jungle overlord spread out, and the birds and beasts ran away. The men hiding in the dark couldn't help but gasp when they saw it. Taking a breath, he slowed down his breathing, for fear of shocking the things in front of him.

Seeing the giant tiger getting closer and closer, everyone's palms were sweaty, and they were very afraid of this huge monster.But at this moment, the giant white-skinned and black-striped tiger stopped in its tracks, raised its eyes and stared straight at the bushes in front of it, and the atmosphere in the dense forest instantly became dignified.

With a "creak", the man hiding under the side bushes stepped on a branch in a daze, making a small sound, but it was very clear in the empty forest at the moment.

In an instant, the eye-catching white tiger turned around suddenly, kicked its hind legs, and rushed towards the direction of the sound with a "swish".

"Roar--"

The roar of the tiger resounded through the forest, deafening, and the birds and beasts were all restless when they heard it.

Seeing the bloody mouth that was getting closer and closer, the man squatting in the grass had a look of horror and despair, and a terrifying aura came towards him.

His legs were weak, and he even forgot to dodge!

At this moment, several men jumped out of the bushes on both sides of the giant tiger. They held up sharpened wooden sticks and stabbed at the neck of the giant tiger.

"Roar--"

Seeing the man rushing towards him, the giant tiger roared angrily, slapped down the person approaching with one palm, and was about to bite it down. Seeing this, the companion next to him quickly raised a wooden stick to rescue him, and won the escape for the companion under the tiger's mouth. Chance.

Several humans attacked one after another, and the giant tiger became extremely angry, becoming more and more violent, and turned around to bite the attacker.

During the confrontation between one man and one tiger, the other men did not watch, but stared at the giant tiger closely, waiting for the opportunity.

With a sound of "swish", the spear shot at the giant tiger from the left side, and it swung it away with a palm, knocking it to the ground.

At this moment, a thin man approached to its right side, holding a sharp spear in his hand.

When the giant tiger reacted incorrectly, his neck had already been pierced by a spear, and blood flowed like a column.

The tall and mighty giant tiger fell into a pool of blood, and the men present felt relieved and exhaled a sigh of relief.

At this time, several men jumped out of the underbrush one after another, each of them was wrapped in a few pieces of animal skin, and their messy hair looked dirty.

A dozen or so savage-like men looked at the giant tiger lying on the ground in amazement, and touched its silky fur with their hands from time to time, their eyes filled with joy.

"Uncle, this mountain king is too big."

"Otherwise, why is it called the King of the Mountain?"

The one called Uncle was an older man, and he was very lucky at the moment, he never thought that he would encounter such a fierce beast today.As the leader, he would lead the grown-up men in the tribe out to hunt every day, but he never dared to take the idea of ​​the mountain king.

He was a little curious, this mountain king usually stays in the deep mountains, why did he come out today?

"Uncle, this mountain king has such a big belly?"

Everyone was timid when they saw this eye-catching white tiger before, and they didn't pay attention to its belly, but now they found that its belly is extraordinarily big, which is a bit unusual.

The older headman frowned, walked up to the giant tiger's waist, knelt down and stretched out his hands to touch its stomach, unexpectedly the stomach moved slightly, his expression changed immediately, and he stood up hastily.

"Lift up the mountain king, let's go back quickly!"

A dozen or so men heard the words, without asking the reason, they quickly picked up the men and rushed in the direction of the tribe.

They are all year-round hunters, and their feet are fast, but in an instant, they carried the giant tiger for a certain distance.And not long after, I heard a loud noise from the forest behind me, and the roar of the tiger was full of grief and anger.

"Roar--"

The faces of the dozen or so men suddenly changed, and they didn't want to be urged by the leader, they lifted the giant tiger and ran wildly, for fear that if they were a step too late, they would be caught up by the giant tiger and become its rations. After all, they just relied on luck to fight If one mountain king dies, another one will come again. I can't guarantee that I can win it.

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On the plain a few miles away from the jungle, there is a tribe with large and small tents mixed in, women and children wrapped in animal skins sitting cross-legged, constantly polishing stones in their hands, busy and silent.

Cheng Yang squatted by the river, struggling hard with the stone knife in his hand. He supported the big rock with one hand to make it more stable, and polished the stone knife in his hand on the stone with the other hand, trying to sharpen the blade Sharper.

"hiss"

When the stone knife touched his palm, a scarlet blood was formed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Cheng Yang couldn't help but take a breath.

He quickly took out homemade herbal medicine from the animal skin pocket on his body, and applied it on the injured area. After a while, the blood stopped flowing. Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He casually wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his hand, held the blade of the knife in one hand and looked at it under the sun, his eyes glowed with light. With this knife, he can finally eat meat without tearing it with his hands!

When it comes to shredded meat, Cheng Yang's heart is full of tears. He can't figure out why he is reduced to drinking blood like primitive people. Oh no, it's not like drinking blood. After all, this tribe also knows how to use fire, so they can still eat cooked food. , but there are no chopsticks or bowls, no matter what you eat, you grab it with both hands. What is the difference between this and a savage?

Thinking about him, Cheng Yang is also a rich second generation. His family is not only wealthy, but also rich in wealth. In addition, he has an older brother. He neither needs to inherit the family business nor worry about having no money to spend. Life can be described as comfortable To the extreme, I usually like to have fun, but no, tragedy happened.

As a person who is not short of money, Cheng Yang’s favorite activity is traveling, not city outings, but choosing to challenge the strange scenery of nature, such as the Amazon rainforest and the Sahara Desert, which have left him After challenging all the strange places, he even signed up to participate in the desert island survival activity.

No, I played too much, I lost my life, and when I opened my eyes again, I could only be with the group of primitive people around me.

Cheng Yang sighed deeply. When he first arrived in this other world, he thought it was someone else's prank, but when he found his shrunken body, he could only admit that he had really time-traveled, and he was still a soul wearer. , turned into a child!

After figuring out the surrounding living environment, Cheng Yang was quite thankful that he was a soul wearer. After all, the environment he lives in now is in the ancient times. All the people he can see are wearing animal skins, and they live in groups. In life, everyone has their own tribe. Everyone hunts and gathers wild fruits together, and they are never alone.

Because once the order is placed, it may be taken away by wild beasts.

Cheng Yang's current status is an orphan in a small tribe. Although he has no parents, everyone takes good care of him. After all, he lives in groups now, with no class or private property, and everyone is quite simple.

As for the quality of life, well, there is no quality at all!

Cheng Yang felt that if he hadn't had a lot of experience in surviving in the wild in his previous life, he would have been driven crazy by the current situation.

I don’t know farming, and my food depends on hunting and gathering. In winter, I eat the food stored in autumn. If there is not enough food, I can only wait to starve to death, or go to the jungle to fight. Food for the beast.

Compared with the food that is related to survival, Cheng Yang feels that having no clothes to wear and poor living conditions are simply pediatrics.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yang sighed again, clenched the stone knife in his hand, the strong prey on the weak, only the strong can survive, he wants to be the strongest!

He didn't believe it, with the wisdom of later generations, he still couldn't fight these beasts!

"Cheng Yang! Come and see!"

"The headmen and the others hunted a mountain king!"

The children in the tribe were all jubilant, seeing the hunting team returning from afar, they greeted them excitedly.

"Chengyang, why don't you come?"

On weekdays, Meng and Cheng Yang had a relatively good relationship, and he happily dragged his little friend to watch the excitement, but he didn't see any movement from him, so he couldn't help being a little anxious, and urged him.

Cheng Yang was also interested in the King of the Mountain, but he had to clean up the big rock first. After all, it took him a long time to find it. It was very suitable as a millstone. If it was ruined by his tribe, he would be so distressed.

"Wait a second, I'll be there soon..."

"Oh, Cheng Yang, you have to hurry up!"

Seeing that the little friends ran far away, getting more and more anxious, I couldn't help muttering, "I think you should change your name, you are screaming like sheep and sheep all day long, you are really as slow as a goat..."

Cheng Yang didn't want to bother to explain the difference between "Cheng Yang" and "Cheng Yang", and they couldn't understand their surnames, and now there was no written language, so it was useless to say more.

But the goats don't run slowly. Remember when he saw them run so fast, he was stunned, okay?

Suddenly, he didn't know what Cheng Yang was talking about. The two of them were chattering for a while, and the hunting team led by the leader had already approached with the support of the tribe, and Cheng Yang also saw what the so-called king of the mountain was.

Black stripes on a white background, smooth fur, and a "king" pattern on the forehead, isn't this a tiger?

Cheng Yang opened his eyes wide, and looked at the huge monster in front of him in disbelief. Is a tiger this big? It is four meters from head to tail, right?

He fell into silence for a while, and suddenly a sentence "Zuo Qinglong, right white tiger..."

Stop!

He hadn't seen the Qinglong, but he had seen the white tiger. The myths of later generations are really based on history. If the white tigers are all this big, they can really be called divine beasts.

All the people in the tribe were amazed. Just looking at the dead mountain king, they were shocked. How terrible would it be if he was alive?

For a moment, all the people present looked at the hunting team with a sense of awe. This is really brave, and I can't compare it.

The young men of the hunting team enjoyed the gaze, but the older leader said,

"Actually, we can hunt the mountain king this time, thanks to Chengyang."

Become a sheep?He is still a kid, not yet of hunting age, can he help the leader hunt the mountain king?

The people in the tribe murmured in their hearts, expressing their disbelief in what the headman said, while the men who participated in the hunting thought of something and took out their weapons one after another.

A wooden stick that has been whittled down to a very sharp point.

Hey, isn't this just a simple version of the spear?

Cheng Yang looked at the spears in their hands in amazement, and understood why the headman said that. The spear was improved from his harpoon, or it was his credit.