I'm doing infrastructure in ancient times

Cheng Yang never thought that one day, someone would be willing to protect him from injuries.

He was stunned and looked at the leader who fell in front of him in disbelief.

This majestic and stalwart man in the past now has a painful face, and a bone knife is stuck in his chest.

Cheng Yang raised his head, and the fierce enemy had already arrived in front of him, staring at this twisted and fierce face, holding a stone knife in his hand, stabbing it hard.

I couldn't believe it, but I lost to a kid.

The gangster who stabbed the headman fell down without a word.

This sudden sneak attack ended soon, and those people rushed to the tribe, grabbed the dried meat and fruits hanging everywhere, and then retreated like a menacing force.

The enemy finally left, but no one was happy. The sudden disaster brought pain to everyone.

The tribe after the war was a mess. Many tents were overturned by those aggressive people, and the stone tools that were carefully treasured by the tribe in the past were lying carelessly in the middle of the road.

More importantly, their food has been robbed, how will they survive the winter?

"Dad..."

The tent was raised, and Ya broke in crying, and threw herself on the stone bed, crying loudly.

Yan, covered in blood, was placed on the stone bed with soft tiger skin under his body. Seeing her father's pale face and closed eyes, Ya suddenly cried louder and threw herself on him.

"Abba, abba, woo woo woo..."

She was crying heartbroken, holding her father's body tightly with both hands, because she was crying violently, Yan Yan's body was also shaking, frightened the people at the side, they hurried forward and pulled her down.

"Ya, you can't meet people..."

A man stepped forward, grabbed Ya's arm, and pulled her aside.

"Let go of me, I want my dad..."

Ya was immersed in extreme sadness, she didn't lift her head, she was holding on to the corner of the stone bed tightly, and no one would try to pull her away, she would stay with Dad.

"Father... woo woo woo..."

The more Ya cried, the more sad she became. Her mother died when she was very young, and she didn't expect her father to be like this now. Sad and sad, Ya howled loudly.

The man standing on the side saw that he could not pull her away, and looked helplessly at Yan Tuo not far away.

Yan Tuo is the most prestigious person other than the headman, and everyone in the tribe trusts him.

Looking at the sad Ya in front of him, Yan Tuo stepped forward, patted the girl's shoulder with his palm, and said in a deep voice: "Ya, you get up first..."

"No! I don't want it!" Ya's reaction was fierce, "If I don't leave, I will stay with Abba."

Her tears flowed down like broken pearls, covering her whole face, but her eyes were still fixed on the stone bed stubbornly, no one would try to drag her away, she wanted to be with Ah dad.

"It's not good for you to hurt the leader like this."

"what?!"

"I said," Yan Tuo repeated, "it's not good for you to hurt the leader like this."

"Cheng Yang said, let us all stay away from the leader, and don't touch him casually, or the injury will be aggravated."

"Yes, yes, yes, Cheng Yang said, he will still be infected!"

Ya's expression was stunned, she turned her head and looked at Yan Tuo in a daze, her eyes were in a daze.

"Chengyang said that he went to get the medicine, which can save the leader."

"Yeah, that's right, the headman will be fine!"

Ya didn't believe it, there were no wizards in their tribe, how could her father be saved after being injured like this?

She looked at her father's chest, where a cold bone knife was stuck, tears fell down, she did not expect that the knife was still stuck in her father's body.

With tears in her eyes, Ya stretched out her hand to the bone knife.

"Hey, no!"

"That knife cannot be removed!"

The bone knife had been pulled out, and there was a "Zi", and a lot of blood spurted out from the wounded part of the headman.

At the critical moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a figure flashed in.

"What are you doing?"

When Cheng Yang rushed over, what he saw was a chaotic scene. Ya was lying on the stone bed, while Yan Tuo and another man were pulling her arms, trying to drag her away forcibly. The headman was dripping with blood.

His eyelids twitched, he walked up a few steps quickly, and used a stone knife to pry open the animal skin on the headman's chest, where there was a cut.

On the palm of his hand was a large piece of green juice, and at this moment, he used his palm to press the green juice on the headman's wound.

"What are you doing to my dad!?"

Ya struggled excitedly and wanted to rush to Cheng Yang's side, but this time, the two of them held her firmly so that she could not escape.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

No matter how angry she yelled, it was useless, looking at Cheng Yang's face like a black pot, Yan Tuo knew it must be something bad.

The green juice in Cheng Yang's palm is a kind of medicinal material. He had a lot of experience in living in the wild in his previous life, and he knew a lot of traditional Chinese medicine, and the one in his hand was one of them.

According to his understanding, this medicinal material has a very good hemostatic effect.

This kind of medicinal material is relatively rare. When he found it in the dense forest, he immediately transplanted it to the tribe, so it is very convenient to pick it.

"Chengyang, is this really useful?"

Ya was noisy and rowdy, and Yan Tuo asked someone to carry her out. Without her fuss, the tent was much quieter.

Looking at Yan lying on the stone bed, both of them were very worried, and Yan Tuo looked at Cheng Yang with anticipation in his eyes.

"I don't know either." Cheng Yang sighed. The medicine he got had the effect of stopping bleeding and reducing inflammation. He had observed that although the headman was stabbed in the chest, he didn't hurt his vitals, so what matters now is not the wound. It is not to make the head person hot.

Once infected, fever is the most terrible thing.

Looking at the pale-faced headman, he was worried that too much blood loss would be fatal.

"Uncle Yan Tuo, do those people have a bear tribe?"

Cheng Yang remembered that he, the leader and the tits had witnessed the battle between the Xiong clan and other tribes, and he often heard that the Xiong clan was domineering, so he preconceived that the attacking person was probably with the Xiong clan. There is something to do.

Unexpectedly, Yan Tuo shook his head and denied his guess.

"No, they are exiles."

"Abandoned?"

Cheng Yang was puzzled, he had never heard it mentioned by his tribe.

"Exiles are people who are exiled in the deep forest. They don't choose a place to settle down. On the contrary, as exiled people, they choose to wander around."

"Are they exiles from the tribes?"

Cheng Yang suddenly realized that although there are no legal prisons nowadays, there will still be evildoers. Facing such people, the tribe will expel them.

The deported people must be driven by discrimination, but they can only stay in the depths of the jungle.

But the beasts in the jungle are not easy to get along with.

Cheng Yang was silent. Staying in the jungle would be more dangerous. No wonder those people gathered together. They didn't expect to form such a large force that could attack a tribe.

Cheng Yang's eyes darkened when he attacked the tribe. What is the purpose of these people? Is it just to grab food?

The tribes in the north almost all depended on hunting for their livelihood. Although there was very little contact between the tribes, there were very few frictions, and they had always lived in peace.

But it is obvious that the appearance of this flow of people, if not contained, may change the pattern in the north.

Cheng Yang didn't dare to think about it. Every spring, the tribes in the north would send people to the tribes in the south to participate in the trade conference. What would happen if these people were blocked on the north-south road.

Yan Tuo's face was not good-looking, he looked at Cheng Yang, and said in a low voice: "Some members of our tribe have also become exiles."

"Huh?" Cheng Yang was puzzled, "Could it be that you also followed this group of exiles?"

"No, no."

"Those people from our tribe..." Yan Tuo couldn't bear to say, "They were not expelled..."

"There wasn't enough food in the tribe, they left by themselves."

For a while, there was very little food in the tribe, and some tribesmen were starved to death one after another. At that time, people in the tribe were panic-stricken, and more and more people walked into the dense forest in order to get food alive.

But they didn't have enough force, they might have been buried in the belly of the beast long ago, and Yan Tuo became depressed.

Cheng Yang was silent. He knew how terrifying this dense forest was. There might be all kinds of wild animals seen in the zoo in his previous life, even more ferocious and wild.

"Chengyang, those exiles robbed our food, what shall we do in winter?"

Their food was taken away, how could they survive the long cold winter, without enough food, the tribe would starve to death.

It was late autumn now, and the weather was getting colder and colder. There were fewer and fewer wild beasts in the woods, and the prey they could hunt was also less and less. It was almost impossible to replenish the food for the winter.

Cheng Yang couldn't help it, the tribe didn't even know how to farm, so where would he get enough food in a short while.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Yan Tuo's eyes dimmed. Now the leader is lying there not knowing whether he is alive or dead, and the food in the tribe has been robbed. Could it be that the sky is dying?

Yan Tuo clenched his fists, hating those exiles in his heart, if it weren't for them, none of this would have happened, and these disasters were brought about by them.

"Hot water is here!"

Fenglei's left leg would limp when he walked, and he was holding the stone pot with both hands, being extra careful, for fear of spilling the contents inside.

"Cheng Yang, according to what you said, he brought the water until it bubbled."

Cheng Yang hurried over, making a gesture to take the stone pot.

"Stay there, the stone pot is very hot, let me do it."

Fenglei brought the pot of hot water to the headman, and waited for it to cool down.

The headman has been in a coma since he was injured. There is a lot of blood on his body. Cheng Yang wants to wipe it off for him, which will make him feel better.

But now that the weather is getting colder, and the headman is injured, he dare not give him cold water, so he let Fenglei boil the water.

To Fenglei, it is incomprehensible to boil the water until it bubbles. Could it be that the water becomes nobody after it bubbles? That's all.

The most indispensable thing in this tribe is firewood.

Looking at the steaming boiling water, Cheng Yang's eyes lit up.

Maybe, he figured out a way