I'm doing infrastructure in ancient times

Feng Lei is a tall and thick man, but at this moment he is holding the egg in his hand carefully.

The big palm like cattail leaf forms a strong contrast with the small egg.

The headman was a little dumbfounded, isn't this just an egg?

Feng Lei didn't explain, he found a rock, bent down, and knocked the egg lightly twice.

"Hey, don't..."

Seeing this, the headman quickly stretched out his hand to stop it, but before he could say anything, he heard a crisp sound that the egg had already hit the stone.

To his surprise, no egg white came out.

A small white and tender piece was held on the bronze palm, the headman's eyes stared into the shape of copper bells, he looked at the palm inexplicably, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and a strange fragrance wafted faintly.

"Hey, try it quickly, it's delicious."

Feng Lei had already eaten one before, and when Cheng Yang found him with Meng, he asked him to boil a large stone pot of water to cook these eggs.

I didn't expect this egg to be so delicious after being boiled!

An egg was not too big, and it was eaten by the headman within two strokes.

He smashed his mouth, savoring the smell of egg fragrance.

"This is the food Cheng Yang found? It really is delicious."

"Well, headman, I heard from Cheng Yang that this egg can only be stored for a while, and it will easily go bad if it is stored for a long time. If it is boiled in water, the storage time will be even shorter..."

"Only for a while?"

The headman remained silent, and the previous joy faded a bit.

Now the tribe is worried about the cold winter. Last winter, many people starved to death, but this year the situation is not much better, or even worse. There is not much salt left.

The headman's thoughts drifted away. In fact, he also had a name. Before he became the headman of the tribe, his name was Yan.

At that time, the tribe was not what it is now, with many tribesmen and a nice name called the Shuofeng tribe.

The Shuofeng Tribe used to be the strongest existence in the north. Even in front of the mountain king, he was not afraid at all. Back then, he was as big as a sheep. There were many warriors in the tribe, and the hunting team could always bring back enough food to feed the tribe. everyone here.

Later, the weather became colder and colder, and the food became less and less. The warriors died in the dense forest, and the Shuofeng tribe was no longer what it used to be.

In order to find food, many tribesmen left the long-lived tribe and never returned.

The former Shuofeng tribe was scattered in all directions, scattered in every corner of the dense forest.

But now, few people know about Shuofeng.

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"You mean our tribe used to be called Shuofeng."

Cheng Yang was very surprised, he didn't expect his tribe to have a name.

He looked at the old man in front of him and asked curiously, "How old are you this year?"

There are very few old people in the tribe. Cheng Yang has never seen one before, and thought there were none, but he did not expect to see one now.

The old man closed his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly shook his head.

"Can not remember."

Squeezing his throat fiercely, he whispered to Cheng Yang, "I heard from my father that he is over 50..."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and his body was dry, which was rare in the tribe. He was suddenly afraid of him, thinking that this man was an old monster in the mountains.

Dad said, there are monsters in the dense forest, you can't go in, or you will be caught and eaten by the monsters.

It turned out that he was only in his 50s. Cheng Yang found it unbelievable. He thought that the old man was in his 80s, but thinking about it, it is true. At this time, people don’t have enough food and clothing, and the general life expectancy is very low. People in their 50s He became a rare long-lived person.

There are many orphans like Cheng Yang in the tribe. Their parents died for various reasons.

I really don't want to stay with this old man, and I look at the door of the tent in boredom, why hasn't Uncle Fenglei returned yet?

"What are you doing?"

Cheng Yang looked like a monkey, he couldn't sit still, twisting and turning.

"No, nothing..."

He glanced at the old man timidly, afraid to speak, feeling so wronged.

Cheng Yang looked at Meng with a drooping face, so he had no choice but to coax him softly.

"Wait a little longer, I'll play with you later."

Children have to be coaxed. Cheng Yang thought of the bear boy from his elder brother's family in his previous life, and felt that compared with him, Meng had a particularly cute personality, so he patiently talked softly to him.

He kept silent, like sawing a gourd, and sat obediently beside Cheng Yang, secretly glancing at the old man across from him from time to time.

Little did they know that others had seen his movements clearly.

Cheng Yang sat on the stone bench and listened quietly to the old man talking about ancient times.

There were no books at this time, and the deeds of the predecessors were passed down from generation to generation through word of mouth.

There was no one in the tribe who was older than the old man in front of him. Cheng Yang listened very carefully. He might not be sure. This person was the only one who knew the glorious history of the Shuofeng tribe. If he didn't listen, he would have no chance in the future.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and hearing the deeds of his predecessors, his heart was filled with emotion.

Whoever said that the ancients must be worse than the later generations, in this era of backward productivity, everything that is primitive is even more awe-inspiring.

In the face of terrible natural forces, human beings are indomitable.

All descendants start from the predecessors. Without them digging mountains and roads, how can there be the splendor of future generations?

When human beings are born, civilization is born.

Civilization starts from here, no one is more noble than another, everyone is the same species, limited by time, the ancestors of human beings worked hard to inherit in the age of material scarcity, and only then left the splendid fire of future generations.

This kind of primitive power is even more shocking to the heart.

Even Meng, who was afraid and timid before, stretched his neck and listened carefully, his eyes sparkling with splendor.

"I will definitely be a warrior in the future!"

Cheng Yang's mature heart made it impossible for him to be like Meng, shouting and swearing loudly, but the trembling in his heart could not be concealed.

At this moment, like his predecessors, he threw his head and blood for the sake of the tribe, and he would do anything at all!

"What is this talking about?"

A hearty laugh came in.

"Uncle Fenglei, you are back!"

It rushed out like a small cannonball.

Feng Lei was hit by him like this and almost fell down.

"Be careful!"

Cheng Yang couldn't help pulling too hard, afraid that he would really knock Feng Lei down.

Fenglei used to be part of the hunting team, and later lost a leg during the hunt. If it wasn't for the herbs Cheng Yang found to stop the bleeding, he might not even be able to save his life.

Fenglei, who had only one leg left, took a cane donated by Cheng Yang every day, and he and the old man were responsible for the food in the tribe.

"You haven't left yet?"

Feng Lei scratched his head, he had talked with the headman for a long time, he thought the two children had gone back long ago?

"Chengyang said he would wait for you." He hugged Fenglei's arm carefully, for fear that he would really knock him down.

"Uncle Fenglei, what did the leader say?"

Cheng Yang never went back, just wanted to know how the leader arranged to pick up eggs.

He and Meng alone can't pick up many eggs. According to his thinking, he still needs to call in a few more people.

Feng Lei knew what Cheng Yang was thinking, and shook his head apologetically.

"What the leader means is that everyone in the tribe has work to do, and the egg picking is still up to the two of you."

Men in the tribe are responsible for hunting during the day, and women and children also have to pick wild fruits and collect firewood. In winter, they rely on firewood for warmth, so there are many things to do every day.

The job of picking eggs is actually quite simple, not too tiring, the key is that Cheng Yang and Meng can't pick up so many eggs, unless they are transporting them from the tribe to the dense forest, but in this case, the efficiency is really too high Low.

"Cheng Yang, since these eggs can't be stored for too long, you and Meng only need to pick up enough for us to eat, and we won't pick up the rest."

Cheng Yang didn't understand why the men in the tribe were not allowed to pick up eggs, but to hunt, since eggs were also edible.

Isn't hunting more dangerous than picking eggs?He voiced his doubts.

Fenglei smiled wryly, and explained to Cheng Yang the difficulties in the tribe.

"You mean we're running low on salt?"

No, do their tribes have salt?He has been here for so long, and he has never seen any salt.

It was discovered that the men in the tribe would drink the blood of wild animals, and he knew that doing so could replenish the energy needed by the human body.

So he always thought it was because there was no salt that men drank blood.

"Put salt on the meat and fruit, and you can save them for winter." Feng Lei explained to Cheng Yang, "The salt in the tribe is used to store winter food."

Cheng Yang understands that this is pickling, but what does this have to do with hunting?

"The salt in our tribe is all exchanged from other tribes. Only animal skins can be exchanged for salt."

Therefore, men in the tribe hunt not only for meat, but also for animal skins. Only animal skins can be exchanged for salt.

"After the snow melts in winter, the tribes in the north will go through the dense forest to exchange with the tribes in the south. Animal skins can be exchanged for salt."

"Can I only use animal skins in exchange?"

"It can also be exchanged with meat. We don't have enough meat every year..."

It's better to use animal skins instead.

Cheng Yang couldn't help asking, "Then where did their salt come from?"

Feng Lei shook his head. He didn't know that the salt in the tribe had always come from the south, and he had never thought about it.

Cheng Yang's heart was heavy. If there was not enough salt, it would be extremely harmful to the human body.

And if you want to change salt, you must have animal skins. From this point of view, although eggs are edible, they cannot solve the problem of animal skins.

"Uncle Fenglei, have you ever seen a goat?"

Fenglei looked at Cheng Yang in surprise, he didn't know why he asked such a question, but he still said, "I've seen it before, but the goat runs too fast..."

So it is too difficult to hunt goats, they simply can't run away from this flock of sheep.

He laughed loudly all the time, "Haha, Cheng Yang, do you want to eat sheep?"

Seeing him smiling like a fool, Cheng Yang knew what he was thinking.

"My name is not this sheep, how many times have I told you!"

"Haha, it's obviously a sheep, and a mature sheep wants to eat a goat!"

The originally heavy atmosphere became much lighter after being laughed by this brat.

Even the old man who had been silent all this time had a bit of satisfaction on his face.

"When I was young, I also saw goats. In the north of the tribe, I passed a few hills and there was a grassland where there were many goats..."

The old man who suddenly spoke, let Meng immediately silence, and hid behind Cheng Yang obediently, he was still very afraid of the old man.

Feng Lei disagreed, the goats ran too fast, although the danger was small, but it was not as easy as entering the dense forest, as long as a few people attacked a wild beast, it would be sure to kill it.

Cheng Yang smiled slightly, but he didn't say that he wanted to kill the goat.

Goats are herbivores and cannot drink blood like wild animals, but they also need to supplement salt.

Salt mines can be found by following the goats.