I'm doing infrastructure in ancient times

Cheng Yang thought that he had traveled back to ancient times. He judged this based on the tools used in the tribe. At that time, he just arrived and found that the tools used by the tribe were all kinds of stone tools, and he was completely stunned.

How could someone use stones to grind them into living utensils? Isn't this too backward?

But the fact is that, Cheng Yang's tribe still uses stone-milled tools, and even the usual hunting weapons are also made of stone.

Such as stone axes, stone hammers, and sharp stones tied to wooden sticks. If these weapons are used for combat, the lethality is actually not small, but if they are used for hunting, they are not suitable.

Obviously, they are only suitable for attacking. They are easily injured when they are close to wild animals, but now there is no doctor who can treat trauma, and they can only rely on priests to pray for injuries. This is really resigned to fate.

Before, when Cheng Yang was collecting wild fruits, he found a lot of fish in the river near the tribe, so he secretly cut down a tree to make a harpoon, and successfully ate a lot of grilled fish.

The people in the tribe were more interested in his harpoon, seeing that it could pierce fish to death, they rushed to make a batch as hunting weapons.

"You didn't see that, I used the fork in my hand to poke the mountain king hard..."

A man in the hunting team happily told his tribe how he hunted and killed the giant tiger. He held up a modified harpoon and danced and gestured. sound of horror.

"This fork is really so powerful, is it more useful than that stone axe?"

Those who remained in the tribe had never witnessed how the giant tiger was killed, and some tribesmen were still skeptical about the wooden fork.

These wooden forks are sharpened with stone knives, how can they be more powerful than stone axes?

"Yes, tit, you are not lying, are you?"

"I also think it's unlikely, how can wood be stronger than stone..."

Chickadee was the one who showed off how he killed the king of the mountain with a wooden fork to the tribe before, and when he saw the doubtful eyes of the tribe on him, he immediately became angry.

"You say I'm lying? My tits never lie!"

He pointed at the men in the hunting team angrily, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the headman, I beat the mountain king to death with a wooden fork."

The bloody hole in the neck of the mountain king was poked out by him.

Seeing the thick-necked tit that was blushing with anger, the headman hurried out to smooth things over, "Okay, stop arguing, this wooden fork is indeed very powerful, it is indeed a tit..."

Cheng Yang looked at the clansmen who were arguing as they talked, and silently reduced his sense of existence. He hadn't figured out the living habits of his clansmen until now. Seeing that his temper was quite irritable, he would fight if he disagreed with him. After the fight, they reconciled as before.

There is actually a big gap between the language in the tribe and the later generations. He obviously didn't learn it before, but he can understand it surprisingly. Cheng Yang guessed that it might be the influence of the original body's memory.

He hid behind the tall clansman, poked his head out quietly, and looked at the wooden forks in the hands of the hunting team men.

Oh well, this is too different from the previous harpoon.Looking at the wooden forks in their hands, they are as thick as wrists, and one of them is sharpened, which is a bit like the ancient spears of Huaguo, but is it so thick, is it really convenient to carry it when hunting? ?

Cheng Yang complained quietly about the wooden fork in his heart, but it was heavy and heavy, so it might not be easy to break.

After persuading the leader, he finally had some free time and began to warn the tribe, "Be careful when entering this dense forest in the future, there must be a male here..."

Everyone's complexion changed slightly, King Gongshan?That's okay, they looked at the mountain king that had fallen on the ground, swallowed silently, and took a step back, the female one was so scary, the male one might be even worse.

The headman sighed, pointed to the protruding belly of the white tiger on the ground, and said, "This mountain king has cubs in his belly, otherwise I'm afraid it's not so easy to deal with. On the way back, we heard the tiger howling. Sound, if we didn't run fast..."

Before the leader's words were spoken, everyone could understand his meaning, and the consequences were unimaginable. These people were afraid that they would all be buried in the tiger's mouth.

The people of the tribe fell silent, and the previous happy atmosphere was swept away. If there is really a mountain king in this dense forest, then hunting will be troublesome for them in the future. Thinking of the people who died for hunting in the past, everyone's heart sank.

Cheng Yang thought of the original body's parents who died at the claws of a beast, and felt uncomfortable. Living in this time and space, it's fine if you don't have enough food and clothing, and you still have to worry about whether your life will be lost. It's really a sin. .

But no matter how much he suffers, he still has to live, otherwise he will be sorry for the chance God gave him to time travel!

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Although the people in the tribe are afraid of the giant tiger in the dense forest, life still has to go on.The giant tiger that was captured soon became the rations of the clansmen. Because of Mucha's contribution, Cheng Yang also got an extra piece of leather that could be used to make clothes. This really envied a bunch of friends.

This is the skin of the mountain king, how majestic it is on the body!

Cheng Yang looked at the tiger skin already worn on his body, and thought to himself, if this happened in later generations, he might end up in prison.But now that they even ate meat, it was nothing to wear a tiger skin. Speaking of which, the clothes made of animal skin were really good at keeping warm.

Now that autumn has come and the weather is getting cooler, the tribe is still busy storing grain for the winter.

"Chengyang, come and see what this is!"

Holding a bunch of things in his arms, Meng saw Cheng Yang from a distance, and called him over.

Cheng Yang really has nothing in common with this child's aggressive nature, but after all, he is Yuanshen's better friend. Before he came, he took good care of Yuanshen, so he had to walk slowly. past.

"Hurry up, I found something very interesting!"

Impatiently, he couldn't help urging, Cheng Yang gradually approached, and looked up at the white flower in his arms...Is this an egg?

Cheng Yang blinked his eyes to make sure that he read it correctly. Although it was relatively large, it was indeed an egg, and he immediately stepped a little faster.

"Where did you get these eggs?"

He was sure that no poultry was raised in the tribe, so the egg could only be taken from the outside.

"Hey, I picked it up from outside!" Hugging a nest of eggs, he smiled foolishly, "Come here and take a closer look, I'll show you a new trick..."

Before Cheng Yang could stop it, he picked up an egg and threw it at the big stone next to him.

With a "crack", the egg broke, and the egg liquid instantly flowed all over the floor.

Cheng Yang: "..."

She smiled foolishly, "How about it, is it fun?"

"........."

What a big-headed ghost, Cheng Yang couldn't figure out what's so fun about smashing eggs, it's not an easter egg!

Seeing that he was silent, he suddenly raised another egg.

"Stop! Stop it!"

Cheng Yang yelled angrily, but it was too late, and the egg fell out of his hand.

With a sound of "crack", the egg broke, and the egg liquid flowed out again, but this time it did not fall on the stone, because Cheng Yang let out a roar and slipped his hand, and the egg fell by his feet, so it was white and yellow. A pile of yellow was sprinkled at their feet.

Looking at Cheng Yang aggrievedly, "Chengyang, why are you attacking me?"

Cheng Yang was unable to speak anymore. He clutched his chest in pain and looked at the broken eggshells on the ground. They were all protein, edible!It can replenish the body!

"What are you smashing them for?"

Aggrieved and sad, Meng whispered, "Don't you think this is fun?"

Taking a deep breath, trying not to get angry, well, Cheng Yang thinks that he should understand this ancient kid's bad taste because he doesn't have toys.

No!He can't understand!How long has it been since he ate an egg? Looking at the broken piece on the ground, his heart aches!

With a dark face, Cheng Yang stretched out his hand fiercely.

"Give me the egg."

Hugging the egg tightly in his arms, he looks aggrieved, he hasn't played enough yet!

Cheng Yang stood in front of Meng as motionless as a mountain, with his hands spread out like this, without giving in at all.

"Give you."

Like an angry little daughter-in-law, she put the egg in Cheng Yang's arms and remained silent.

After getting the eggs, Cheng Yang carefully held them in front of his chest, then turned and walked towards the tribe.

"Come with me."

The person behind him remained motionless, with his back turned to him, silent.

Cheng Yang turned his head and gave him a sideways glance, his small mouth was pouted, it could hang a bottle of oil.

Well, children are all to be coaxed.Cheng Yang wrapped one hand around the egg on his chest, and stretched out the other hand to grab the fierce hand.

Meng who was pulled up did not resist, but protested in a low voice, "Chengyang, you stole my egg..."

"I'll return the egg to you later."

"You still killed me..."

"Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't kill you."

Being apologetic, Cheng Yang really cares about him the most, they are best friends!

"If you want eggs, I can give you a lot next time!"

He knows where there are eggs, and if Cheng Yang likes them, he can get more.

Cheng Yang didn't speak, and led Meng to his animal skin tent without saying a word.

"Chengyang, what are you going to do?"

Cheng Yang lived alone in a tent, and there were not many things in it, but many of them were his special stone tools.

He took out a flat stone slab, put some stones under it, and built a simple hearth.

"Cheng Yang, do you want to light a fire?"

"Ah."

Nowadays, people in the tribe make fire by rubbing two flints against each other to make fire, but he is not used to it, and tried several times without success.

"Give it to me, I'll help you."

He grabbed the flint in Cheng Yang's hand, rubbed it twice, and lit the fire.

After the fire heated up the stone slab, Cheng Yang took out a stone jar, which contained some white paste. He scraped some out with a stone knife and placed it on the slate.

"what is this?"

Crouching on the ground, leaning closer to the stone slab, carefully looking at the things on it.

"The floor is dirty, get up quickly."

He didn't want to think about it, but recently he was often talked about by Cheng Yang, and he was affected a little bit. Looking at the dusty palms, he got up obediently and patted the dust off the palms.

"Chengyang, you haven't told me yet, what is this?"

"It's oil."

"What is oil?"

"food."

Meat is often eaten in the tribe, but oil is rarely seen. The things in the jars are saved by Cheng Yang, but there are not many.

Those paste-like oils melted quickly under high temperature, and the slate became greasy. His eyes widened in surprise, and Cheng Yang picked up a big egg and knocked it lightly on the stone. As he was about to come out, Cheng Yang quickly sprinkled it on the stone slab.

After "sizzling" for a while, I suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, which was different from the smell of meat, but it smelled particularly good.

Sucking his saliva, he looked at Cheng Yang, "What is this? Why does it smell so good?"

"This is an egg, you just smashed it."

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes violently.

When it comes to smashing eggs, he suddenly felt aggrieved, but then his eyes widened again.

"You mean the eggs are edible?"

"Of course I can eat it."

Although Cheng Yang didn't know what kind of egg it was, it looked the same as the egg in his previous life, except that it was bigger in size. Besides, any egg should be edible, even snake eggs were non-toxic.

Smelling the tangy fragrance in the air, I suddenly wanted to cry, it was so fragrant, and he actually ruined two of them!

No!Not two!

Thinking of those eggs that he ruined before, his eyes turned black, what a dastardly thing he did!