Prehistoric Survival Records

When they returned to the creek, Quinn's thick soup was already smelling, and there was a lot of dried meat on the fire, which was also sizzling with oil.

Charlie refused to carry that dirty guy on his back as soon as he got there, and shook him off his back. Rigg clearly heard a thud, which was the sound of his head hitting the ground.

For the second time in one day, this person will not be stunned.

Charlie didn't care about this, and skipped to Quinn's side to beg for food.

Quinn stuffed a few slices of jerky into Charlie's mouth, and beckoned Rieg to go over to eat it too. Rieg looked at the jerky, then at the people on the ground, struggled a bit, and finally ran to The jerky in Dad's hand.

These days, in order to rush on the road, I used jerky to deal with hunger, and drank some dew or cold water when I was thirsty. It is rare to camp tonight and have hot food. Everyone was very happy, and let go of their stomachs to eat and drink. Soon, dinner was swept away by this group of big eaters.

After eating and drinking enough, and having the urge to urinate after wiping, he wanted to go further into the woods to pee, but before walking a few steps, he tripped over something, and almost fell to the ground.

"Fuck, what is such a big lump."

Take a closer look——

"Fuck, when did there be more people here!"

Reminded by Tscha's ghostly howls, Lige remembered that there was still a guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead lying on the ground.

Charlie shook his hair in disgust, and complained to his fathers: 咻咻咻咻咻.

Voyeur, voyeur!

Rig black line, Charlie where did you get the word.

Seeing the two fathers rolling up their sleeves to beat someone up, Rieg hurriedly stood up and explained——

"It's not what Charlie said it was."

"Although I don't know what he wants to do with us, he definitely doesn't want to spy on us taking a shower."

Then he untied the dagger from the buckle of his trousers and showed them: "This is called a dagger. It is a small knife made of iron. This is very sharp. It is much sharper than a stone knife. It can cut through animal skins with one knife."

"It's so powerful, doesn't it look so ordinary?" Chacha returned with distrustful eyes.

Rieg immediately took out a piece of animal hide, and scratched it with a dagger——stripped——did not cut it.

Crowd: ?

Rieger tried to explain: "Well, the main reason is that the blade is not cut properly, and it has not been polished for a long time, and it is blunt—anyway, the dagger is really useful, don't you believe it."

"Oh—" everyone was perfunctory.

Rieg scratched his head, this dagger was too blunt, he had to find a stone to sharpen it.

So he squatted by the creek, found a big rock, sprinkled it with water, and sharpened the knife. After some grinding, the red rust was worn away, and the edge became sharper. He took another piece of animal skin, stabbed it with a dagger, and then swiped down. Finally, this time he was able to live up to his expectations, and cut the animal skin in half neatly.

Rigg held up the split animal skin and showed it to everyone.

Everyone applauded respectfully.

Only Shacha didn't show face, stretched out a sharp claw, stabbed it, and cut the animal hide: "I don't think it's as easy to use as our claws."

Rieg patiently explained to him: "Thacha, our claws are very sharp, but because they are so sharp, the force-receiving area is very small. It is very useful for poking holes or cutting off, but peeling and cutting are difficult. It’s not so easy to use, otherwise why would we use stone knives.”

Lige said again: "The dagger is just a product of ironware. We can also use ironware to make iron axes, iron pots, and iron plows. Can your claws be used so much?"

Quinn picked up the dagger, looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, waved it twice in the air, and compared it with the stone knife for a while, and said fairly, "Compared to the stone knife, this one is indeed lighter and sharper."

Rigg: "Yeah."

Laika said, "We've never seen anything like this before."

Rigg: "That's why I brought this guy back. This dagger fell out of him. His tribe must have mastered the use of iron tools. The location here is very close to the Sirang tribe. Now, although his body is dirty, it is linen fabric upon closer inspection, so I reasonably suspect that this guy should be from the Sirang tribe."

The dog Norton also interjected: "I agree with what Erbao said, because this iron tool is indeed something that the Sirang tribe can make and use. We orcs generally only use our own claws and teeth. The Sirang tribe does not have a beast form. They are very dependent on this kind of thing. They will grind hard iron into arrows, knives and other items. If this person has a dagger on him, it must be the Sirang tribe."

When Norton said this, everyone no longer doubted it. After all, he was a dog who had dealt with the Xiyang tribe, and what he said was like a stone hammer.

So everyone approached, covering their noses, and looked at the dirty boy curiously.

Chacha poked it with his paw: "Why is he still sleeping? It's already time for a meal, so he won't die."

However, Chacha soon exclaimed, "He's so hot!"

Lige was taken aback, and regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he stretched out two fingers and put them on the boy's forehead: "Fuck, no wonder this guy is still awake, it turns out he's comatose from a fever."

The temperature on this face is so hot that you can fry an egg, and if it goes up to 39 degrees, you will be a fool if you don't care about it.

Moreover, Rieger was still a little guilty. He was still alive when he was pulled out of the grass by Charlie, but now he was half-burned to death. Probably, maybe, maybe, he and Charlie also had "credit" in it.

"Then shall we save him?" Chacha asked cutely.

Feeling guilty, Lige said sternly: "Of course we need to be rescued. How can you refuse to save him? Wipe you, comrade, your ideological consciousness is too low."

Chacha: What, what is it?

To deal with a person with a high fever, the first step is of course to lower the temperature.

So the boy was stripped clean, and the orcs hurriedly dipped a sackcloth in cold water to cool down his whole body.

The sackcloth rubbed against the back of the waist, and Keshan's movements suddenly stopped. Others also saw the horrific mess on the back of the waist. It was obviously a whip wound, but it was not handled properly. Yes, it hurts to look at it.

Quickly turned the person over so that the wound on his back would not be pressed to the hard ground.

Quinn rubbed his fingers with mint juice, rinsed them twice in the river, cut open the sticky skin and flesh in the festered place with his claws, and forced out the rotten tissue fluid inside. After doing this, Quinn went to wash his hands. A handful of heat-clearing and detoxifying herbs were smashed in a jar and then pasted on the boy's back.

While doing all this, the boy just groaned slightly and didn't even wake up. One can imagine how bad the situation is.

At this time, Ke Shan said coldly: "I think this Xirang tribe is not very old, how could they come to such a distant mountain by themselves, and still be in such a mess? Could it be that the Xirang tribe is a race that doesn't love their cubs? "

Rigg couldn't figure out what the situation was, and he could only answer this doubt when someone woke up.

It's just that everything that can be done now has been done, and the rest can only be survived by himself. If he survives, he will live, and if he does not survive, he will die. In the era of lack of medical care, life and death are as simple as that.

After treating the boy's wound and covering him with a linen blanket, night has already fallen.

Tomorrow we have to go on the road, and amidst the crackling of the flames, everyone rested early.

Rieg was a little worried about the boy's injuries, so he fed him some water before going to bed, and then returned to lie down under his father's fur.

Charlie stared at Rigg's series of movements with half-open eyes.

Rigg stroked Charlie's hair soothingly: "It's not Charlie's problem, go to sleep."

......

Chang He was awakened by a strange anxiety called primitive man's intuition of danger.

He struggled to open his eyelids, and was horrified to find that the sky above his head was blocked by a row of ferocious beast heads, and the grinning beasts were looking at him with bloody mouths (just a little surprised to see him open his eyes suddenly), this time The scare was no small matter, he obviously just wanted to follow the chicken that could only catch fish to see if he could pick up something to eat, why would he be eaten when he woke up again?

At this time, a familiar Zhengtai appeared in front of his eyes and pushed away those beast heads.

This lady was not a man, but Lige who was carrying breakfast. When he saw the boy wake up, he raised his hand to greet him: "Hi, you're awake."

Then, as if thinking of something, he raised the pot with the strong aroma in his hand and asked him, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

As soon as Chang He saw the food, he couldn't care less about it. A vicious dog grabbed Rige's pot, scooped up the contents of the pot, and stuffed it into his mouth. Before Rieg could stop him, he heard a howl: "Aw--"

Rigg handed him cold water to cool down with a black thread: "This is mashed potatoes with gravy, very hot."

Seeing the boy's fingers and lips were red from being burned and he was still clinging to the pot tightly, Lige felt sympathetic immediately, and handed him a long-handled spoon: "Stir with this, and blow while stirring." , it will be cold soon."

The boy didn't know if he understood, so he grabbed the long-handled spoon, took a big mouthful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Rieg covered his ears helplessly, and sure enough, the next second, there was another scream of suffocating food.

Passing another bowl of cold water over, Lige said: "I didn't understand the first time I was scalded, I couldn't hold back the second time I was scalded, and if I was scalded the third time, I won't sympathize with you, forget about being scalded to death." .”

Fortunately, the boy didn't get burned for the third time. He thought of a way, poured cold water into the pot, stirred it with a wooden spoon, then slowly put a spoonful into his mouth, and finally took a normal bite.

Rieg nodded secretly. It really is a human being. In terms of flexibility and brains, there are indeed things that surpass orcs.

Waiting patiently for the boy to finish digging out the pot of mashed potatoes, Rieg tentatively spoke to him: "What's your name, where are you from?"

Maybe it was because of eating other people's pot of food for nothing, the boy answered the question with his tongue out (he was scalded): "The forehead is called Changhe, and it belongs to the Xi'ang tribe."

The translation is, my name is Changhe, and I am from the Xirang nationality.

bingo!Rigg snapped his fingers.

"I'm Rigg, and he's Charlie. We're from the Nine Party Tribe, and we live on the other side of the prairie."

Then he asked: "There are still two days' journey away from the Xirang tribe, how did you come here alone, and what happened to the injuries on your body."

Lige just asked casually, who knows that this primitive boy named Chang He wanted to suddenly think of something, gritted his teeth in resentment, and then started groping his body. He was stripped last night because he had a fever and wanted to cool down. Well, what else can I get out of my body.

Seeing the anxious look on the boy's face, Lige waved something in front of his eyes: "Are you looking for this?"

Chang He hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it, but Rieg let go of it, allowing him to grab the dagger away.

He wasn't afraid at all that the boy would make trouble if he got the dagger, not to mention that he just woke up from an illness and his hands and feet were weak. Afraid of him, not to mention that there are so many giant beasts lying around, as long as the boy's brain is not burned out, he will not think that a small dagger can kill all directions.

Sure enough, the first thing Chang He did when he got the dagger was to hold it tightly in his arms, as if he had found a lost treasure.

Lige felt a little disappointed. Seeing how precious Chang He was to this dagger, it seemed that the stock of iron weapons on the primitive side was also worrying.

At this time, Chang He spoke slowly: "This is the knife my father gave me when I was ten years old."

"Later they wanted to elect Abba as the new patriarch, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the chieftain. Later, Abba was poisoned to death by the chieftain's subordinates. The chieftain whipped me fifty lashes and drove me out. .”

Well, it turns out that the bloodshed caused by political changes, no matter what era, even the wild prehistory, human beings will inevitably fight among themselves.

Rigg wanted to say something to comfort this miserable young man, but he soon realized that he was no longer a human being. As an orc, he would talk to humans about the internal affairs of their clan. Think, forget it.

Fortunately, the young man didn't look like he needed someone to comfort him. After he finished speaking calmly, he held his dagger in his arms and became stunned.

Rieg asked him again: "Then what are you going to do now, do you want to go back?"

Chang He said: "I can't go back, the leader will definitely drive me out again when he sees me, and I don't want to be the new leader either."

"That's it, but we are leaving soon. We are going to exchange supplies with the Xiyang tribe. If you are here alone, is it okay?"

Changhe's mouth squirmed twice, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, and finally he just said: "It's okay, I've been wandering outside for half a month, because there are often ferocious beasts passing through this mountain to feed the Rang tribe, So there are no particularly large beasts on the mountain, and it is relatively safe."

Just be safe, Lige felt relieved, and asked him about the situation of the Sirang people. When the sun reached its highest point at noon, Lige and his party bid farewell to the boy and continued their journey.

When Lige and the others disappeared, the boy touched the dried meat and other food left behind——

"They are such a good group of people—" the boy thought to himself.

The author has something to say: my neck is so tired, the next chapter will be where the primitive people are stationed.

感谢在2019-11-3022:52:07~2019-12-0122:42:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Pipilu and Lu Xixi 2;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 4 bottles of snails; 3 bottles of cranky puffer fish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!