I'm doing infrastructure in ancient times

On the flat ground, there were many clansmen who came to see the excitement, and the tits were surrounded by them.

When Cheng Yang came, he saw the chickadee wrapping a lamb in one hand, talking about his "achievements" happily.

"...I just kept lurking like this, holding back for a long time before I saw the right time..."

"As soon as I charged up, I caught these two!"

The chickadee held up the two lambs and showed them off to the tribe.

"Then you can do it!"

Seeing him bringing back two lambs by himself, many clansmen praised him.

Hearing the words, the titmouse became even more lustful, and some people couldn't understand him like this, and laughed and said,

"Why don't you catch two big tits and bring them back, the two small ones are not enough for you to eat alone!"

Everyone burst into laughter, making good-natured teasing one after another, and the tits who were teased blushed and argued unconvinced,

"Why not enough, the soup made by these two lambs can be drunk by the whole tribe!"

He felt wronged. In order to follow those goats, he lay down on the grass for a long time. He was hungry and thirsty. He caught the lamb and was besieged by a group of male goats.

"Uncle Titmouse!"

"Chengyang, you are here!"

With a happy expression on his face, Titade quickly passed the lamb in his arms to the person beside him. He took out a few stones from his pocket and motioned Cheng Yang to have a look.

"This is what I found!"

"According to what you said, I followed them for a long time, only to find that they all gathered near a cave, where there were many such stones. I saw that they were all licking these stones, so I brought a few back."

Everyone looked at the tit's palm, and saw a strange rock in the shape of a yellow crystal, wondering why this rock was different from what they usually saw.

Cheng Yang's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the tit, picked up the stone in his palm, and gently scraped off some powder with his fingers.

He put a little powder in his mouth, and it turned out to be a salt stone!

What came into his mouth was salty and bitter taste, Cheng Yang frowned slightly, this kind of salt mine might not be pure.

"Are there many such stones?"

The tit scratched its head, and said uncertainly, "I was afraid of being discovered by them, so I didn't dare to stay longer, I grabbed a few stones and ran away..."

So he didn't know how much salt stone was left, and Cheng Yang showed disappointment on his face.

Seeing this, the chickadee quickly assured, "I saw a lot of goats there, there must be quite a few."

Cheng Yang is not so optimistic. From his tribe, he already knows that the goats in the north have lived here for a long time, and the number is huge. No matter how many salt mines are licked by them for so many years, he does not know how many are left. .

However, I had some hope in my heart. Seeing this salt rock means that there is still salt in this northern land.

The headman looked expectantly at Cheng Yang, and asked nervously, "Chengyang, with this, can we make our own salt?"

Previously, the people in the tribe didn't know what the tits were sent out by the leader alone, but now they understood the question from the leader, and their eyes shone brightly, and they looked hopefully at Cheng Yang.

Faced with such scorching gazes, Cheng Yang was under a lot of pressure, coughed dryly, and said, "If it's really like what Uncle Titmouse said, then we don't have to worry about salt in the future."

All of a sudden, all the eyes that were originally staring at Cheng Yang turned to the tit.

"Tits, tell me, are there really many such stones!"

"That's right, tell me quickly, don't waste our time!"

"Speak! Speak!"

They knew that every year the headmen had to take a lot of meat and animal skins to exchange salt with the southern tribes. If they could find the salt themselves, they would never have to trade it again. How much meat and animal skins would be saved!

Titmouse was surrounded by layers of clansmen, and each of them asked him profusely, and the animal skin on his body almost fell to the ground because of the clansman's pulling.

"Okay, don't embarrass the chickadee!" The headman drank, and the emotional clansman calmed down. Seeing the distressed chickadee, they silently took a step back.

Titmouse breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow, the chickadee and I will take the adult sheep to the northern grasslands." The headman said, looking at a burly man in the crowd, "Yu Tuo, tomorrow's hunting is in your hands."

Hunting is a dangerous thing, and people of the tribe often lose their lives because of it, but Ya Tuo is a good hunter with rich experience, and with him around, the leader can feel at ease.

A man named Yan Tuo stepped forward, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, chief, all the men in the hunting team will be fine with me, Yan Tuo."

Cheng Yang raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a man like a black tower. He was speechless. He didn't expect such a tall and strong man in the tribe.

Leaning on Cheng Yang's shoulder, he whispered, "In the future, I will grow as tall as Uncle Yan Tuo."

Cheng Yang tilted his short and fat body, and thought, then you have to keep working hard.

"Headman, what should we do with these two lambs?"

"Of course I killed the soup, otherwise what else can I do?"

Fenglei held a wooden stick, worried, looked at the headman and said, "I've already prepared the meat for tonight, it's going to be dark now..."

Darkness is not a good time to slaughter. The smell of blood will attract wolves and bring danger to the tribe members.

Looking at the setting sun falling on the western mountain, the headman was worried about the two sheep cubs. Now that he can't kill them, should he let them go?

The clansman tried their best to hunt and kill their prey, so there was no reason to let them go.

Seeing the leader in a dilemma, Cheng Yang's heart moved, and he said, "It's better to raise the lambs first, and when they grow up, it's not too late to kill them."

The headman couldn't help but think of what he had heard from his clansmen talking about raising chicks for sheep, so he asked, "Can this lamb be raised like chicks?"

With a smile on his face, Cheng Yang explained, "In my opinion, no matter what kind of animal it is, it can be raised, as long as you give them food."

"Don't they run away?"

The people in the tribe were all curious. In the past, they couldn't even catch goats, but they were too good at running. Would they be willing to raise them obediently in their tribe, and then wait until they grow up to be eaten by them?

Cheng Yang lowered his eyelashes and looked at the lambs whose legs were tied up on the ground. The tits tied their legs with vines, but this was not a long-term solution after all, because the goats could bite off the vines.

However, the tools used by the clansmen are all stone tools. It is not feasible to build a wooden house for keeping livestock in a short period of time.

Seeing Cheng Yang's eyes fixed on the lamb's leg all the time, some members of the clan realized that Cheng Yang wanted to break the lamb's leg?

Without the legs, the cub really couldn't run away. The clansman secretly sighed that this was a good idea, and felt that Cheng Yang was really smart. Of course, he was not bad at thinking of these things.

Cheng Yang, who didn't know that the inner activities of the tribe were so rich, asked the leader to wait for a while, and everyone saw him running fast and returning to his tent.

Not long after, Cheng Yang transformed back, holding a strange looking tool in his hand.

To the long stick was tied a flat stone, square and square, but not like their stone axes.

Everyone wondered, what is this for?

"Hahaha, Cheng Yang, your stone ax is tied wrongly, and the stick is too long, it's not easy to use force when hunting."

"This is not a stone axe." Cheng Yang smiled, pointed to the tool in his hand, and said, "This is a hoe."

Hoe, what's that?

Everyone was puzzled, looked at each other, and shook their heads. They had never heard of this thing.

Immediately, everyone became more curious about the thing in Cheng Yang's hand, and asked, what is it for?

Cheng Yang smiled and said nothing, and didn't say much. He looked around, found a spacious ground, squatted down and touched the soil under his feet.

Seeing him like this, the clansmen didn't know why, and followed him one after another.

Seeing that Cheng Yang nodded in satisfaction, he stood up and picked up the hoe to dig.

Everyone was startled, and only then did they realize that Cheng Yang was going to use this thing to dig the soil.

What are you digging for?

Everyone surrounded him in a circle and watched him digging intently, as if they had never seen anyone digging.

I have never seen it before, and this soil is not edible, so why dig it?

Everyone wanted to see what he was doing after digging, but Cheng Yang, who had thin arms and legs, dug for a long time before digging out a little soil.

Finally someone couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward to grab the hoe.

"Let me help you dig."

Yan Tuo took Cheng Yang's hoe, and after only two or three strokes, he dug a hole.

Seeing this, Cheng Yang glanced enviously at his tendon-filled arm, then at his own thin arm, speechless.

……

As night fell, everyone watched Cheng Yang carrying the two lambs into the pit, dumbfounded.

It turned out that this pit was dug for the cubs. To be honest, is it really appropriate to keep them in the pit?

very suitable.

Cheng Yang specially asked Yan Tuo to dig the pit deep, because he didn't believe that the lamb could jump out of the pit.