I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

From Tinder to Saru, waiting for the next person--Jiang Tu.

Jiang Tu looked at these Chinese characters in shock.

"This, this..." After a long while, Jiang Tu was too shocked to speak.

There was a modern person from the Saru tribe who traveled across time, and he left a kindling behind.

Jiang Tu grabbed the wise man's arm. "Where is the person who left these words? Where is he?"

"He was our first wise man." The wise man held a torch. "He left a spark for Saru and threw himself into the fire."

Jiang Tu was startled, that man, he committed suicide...

"Why would he..."

The wise man shook his head: "No one knows."

Jiang Tu felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

The words fell silent.

The wise man didn't bother Jiang Tu, and quietly held the torch and let Jiang Tu be in a daze.

"The first wise man?" Jiang Tu murmured, "When was that?"

"According to the request of the wise man, there have been 110 winters and summers since his death."

That's 110 years.

"How did he know there were people coming?"

"Wizard, that wizard read the apocalypse."

Jiang Tu felt that all this was too ridiculous.

However, Jiang Tu had no choice but to believe that even he had traveled through time, and there was an earlier time traveler.

modern……

Archaeological team...

Saru ruins...

"Professor, professor. Look, there is a stele here." A student who was archaeologically brushed the stele with a brush.

"It seems to have words."

The professor squatted on the side of the stele, watching the words under the brush slowly revealing.

From Tinder to Saru, waiting for the next person--Jiang Tu.

The professor was surprised...

Seeing Professor Jiang Tu suddenly ringing, not long ago, the phone call from an old friend.

"Don't move yet."

The professor took out his mobile phone and took a picture, then hurried out of the pit.

"Hey……"

"I said Old Jiang, I have a strange thing."

Jiang Tu and the wizard lifted the stele out and found a place to bury it.

Looking at the stone tablet buried in the ground, Jiang Tu didn't know what kind of person Jiang Tu was who committed suicide last time, and what kind of mood he jumped into the fire.

But Jiang Tu thought, if possible, I really hope that after the death of Jiang Tu, he can return to modern times and live a normal life.

The stele was buried with the word "Jiang Tu" on it, which represented that "Jiang Tu" also represented himself.

"Jiang Tu", wait for someone to discover the strange things you have experienced.

Jiang Tu silently said it to the "Jiang Tu" on the stone tablet in his heart, and he also said it to himself.

The wise man left room for Jiang Tu, quietly behind Jiang Tu, waiting for Jiang Tu.

After silently looking at the buried stone tablet for a while, Jiang Tu suddenly thought about it.

No matter what, you still have to live well.

With Jiang Tu on the stele, Jiang Tu doesn't have to worry about leaving a mark on the old man, just wait for the stele to be discovered by archaeologists.

"Let's go..."

Jiang Tu and the wise man went back to the "grave bag".

As soon as he came back, Jiang Tu was spotted by the sharp-eyed Ka.

When the naked Ka saw Jiang Tu, he rushed over happily, holding a roasted frog in his hand.

"O Seth, eat."

Ka gave the frog to Jiang Tu, and the other children were not to be outdone, they all took the frog and stuffed it into Jiang Tu's hands.

Although the stomach is full, the long-term hunger makes the children very greedy when they see meat.

"This..." Jiang Tu began to back off. "You guys eat, eat more, and I will go with me to the side of the mountain forest to serve wild vegetables."

Eating meat alone is definitely not enough. Jiang Tu thinks that some crude fiber and other nutrients should be added.

Now that July is less than three months away from winter, Jiang Tu wants to get more wild vegetables for the winter.

No matter what, people can't starve to death, Jiang Tu certainly can't stand idly by.

The children still put the frog in Jiang Tu's hands, then took the rest and ran to the side to eat.

The sensible appearance of the children made Jiang Tu feel weak.

Looking at the happy children eating, Jiang Tu remembered that when he was young, he really lived in heaven compared to that time.

The wise man who followed heard that Jiang Tu was going to take the child to pick wild vegetables, and his face was full of wrinkles with a happy smile.

Jiang Tu glanced at the wise man and shook his head helplessly.

But casual things are appreciated as gifts.

"O Seth, can the old people go with me?" asked the wise man.

"Okay." After all, old people can know more.

Speaking of this, Jiang Tu thought of a problem he discovered before.

The tribal people, especially the children and Feng speak very concisely, and most of them don't understand anything, and they are ignorant when communicating.

But Jiang Tu is Jiang Tu who can't communicate with the old people and the wise.

Jiang Tu felt that there seemed to be a fault in the language and culture between them.

"Yes, after several times of life and death, most of the young people in the tribe are learning to hunt, as for the language, they can only speak some simple ones." The wise man feels that language is too unimportant compared with survival.

Jiang Tu understood, no wonder Jiang Tu felt that Feng spoke like a child.

However, Jiang Tu thinks that written culture is equally important.

There is no progress in human civilization without written culture, which may also be the reason why the Saru tribe is declining.

After the wise man finished speaking, he went to call people one by one, but after a while, all the people gathered together.

It was probably told by a wise man that the old people stood in the scorching sun in their dying years, but they laughed very happily.

Looking at this group of primitive people, Jiang Tu's heart soared for a moment and he couldn't tell what it was like.

The sun shifted slightly, Jiang Tu took the children and the old people and set off into the mountain.

The wise men and wizards also participated. It can be said that all the people who stayed in the tribe were dispatched.

A group of people marched into the forest.

Jiang Tu folded wicker and taught basket weaving on the spot.

The weaving method is simple, and the elderly and children can get started very quickly. If the children are too young to handle it well, Jiang Tu will give them the weaving baskets on their shoulders.

"You are responsible for carrying the basket."

The children smiled happily and obeyed the arrangement.

"O Seth, your idea is great, it's much more convenient to have this basket." The wizard looked at the basket like he was looking at some kind of treasure.

Apparently, the wise man and the wind thought of it together. The basket can not only hold wild vegetables, but also can be used to hold meat and dried meat, which is very useful.

The child who followed the wizard held the wizard's hand: "Grandpa, I, I, I want, I want."

Children are not very old, and they can't speak very clearly when they are about three or four years old. Probably because no one teaches them, they can only speak one word at a time.

The wizard hung the basket on the child's arm, and the child ran to Ka with the basket, smiling happily. "Crack, click. Basket, basket."

Jiang Tu asked everyone to weave baskets first, and he encyclopediaed the wild vegetables that can be stored for winter.

There are three ways to store wild vegetables, one is boiled and then dried.

The second is to marinate with salt water after boiling.

The third is to freeze and store after boiling.

Under the current conditions, ginger map can only be boiled and dried.

There are also fungi that can be dried directly are also the first choice for winter food.

Looking at the dense forest, where there are countless treasures, Jiang Tu couldn't understand how anyone could starve himself to death.

Perhaps, it is precisely because the ancestors will be starved to death that they will find out more wisdom.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tu sighed.

Behind all the condensation of wisdom is the painful experience of generations.

I am just stepping on the path of my ancestors, picking up the wisdom of my ancestors, so what can I laugh at the primitive people who are trying to survive.

Suddenly Jiang Tu thought about the casualties of the Saru tribe. Jiang Tu guessed that some people who knew the survival skills might have died in the massacre and natural disasters, so those who remained did not get any inheritance.

It seems that written civilization is really essential...