From Chief to Ball

"Bring a few heads back, so that the descendants will not be afraid of seeing them."

"What about the animals?"

"Sooner or later it will be ours, why worry?"

They have long noticed that those weird animals without horns look more majestic than horned deer, especially when they are hiding on the mountain and watching a few people riding Mercedes-Benz, they have already felt itchy.Hearing that he couldn't ride away, he was slightly disappointed.

After quietly observing the settlement, it seems that there is already an original gap between the rich and the poor. Not every tent has horses near the settlement. smaller.

This tribe has no dogs and wolves, which brought great convenience to Chen Jian. These people did not expect that someone was hiding under their noses. Maybe they thought that the nearby tribes had been killed by them, and they became scalps. handkerchief.

There was a fire burning outside the small tent, and three people gathered there, talking some words that Chen Jian and others couldn't understand.

Several people quietly hid not far away, hiding their bodies under the cover of night.

An old woman, and two men.He was grilling something there, talking in a low voice.The scale of "Mom" can be faintly heard.

Wolf Pidge asked, "Are they also called Mom?"

"Sheep still know how to kneel and drink milk, let alone humans? What's so strange about being called mother? Maybe all the tribes in the world call mother?"

"Except for mom, everything else is different. It's really strange. Mom is mom, so why aren't sheep not sheep?"

Several people stopped talking, and saw the two men carrying out a large pile of hay from the side, and threw it into the sheepfold with a wooden fork.

The old woman held a rattling human skin drum in her hand, looked at the chubby sheep with a smile, or touched the pregnant ewes with her hands, turned around and said a few words to her sons, and then returned to the village. in the tent.

Maybe it was to ask his son to see if the sheepfold needed to be repaired, or maybe it was a good year and the sheep were very fat.

After waiting for a long time, the two men returned to the tent.

Chen Jian stared at the tent and said, "Wait until dawn, go there, kill them, and take their heads back. By the time they find out, we've already reached the river."

"Then there's still some hay, shall we burn it for them? After burning it, I'll see what they eat in winter."

"Not for the time being, there is too much movement, let's go slowly."

A few people retreated to the distance, and waited in a sheltered place until it was just dawn, which was the time when people slept most soundly.

Sneaking quietly to the side of the tent, seven or eight people rushed into the tent at the same time, hardly making any noise.

"died?"

"Dead with a broken neck."

Chen Jian went into the tent to take a look, and found several clay pots made by hand. I don't know whether they were snatched or made by themselves.

There were also a few human scalps hanging in the tent, a skull for drinking water, two bows and a few stone arrowheads, but nothing else.

"Put your head on your back, so that the clansmen don't see it."

"Oh, I haven't seen anything before. Killing them is the same as killing others. The civet cat covers its mouth, and he will die when I go down with the axe."

Wolfpi said something nonchalantly, went into the tent, twisted the three heads together, and hung them on his body.

Chen Jian looked at several large haystacks in the distance, feeling a little annoyed.

If it weren't for the fear of being chased by them, if they had horses and burned them with a fire, the winter of this tribe would be difficult.

Resisting the urge to light the fire, he led the clansmen along the direction they came, and left in a hurry.

In the process of returning to the river, there is no need to consider the issue of traces. I walked fast and did not take a detour. I was already close to the river before the sun came out. It is estimated that the people of that tribe just woke up, and they may not even be able to find someone died.

Chen Jian deliberately found a hole on the bank of the river where there were no waterfowl or rats, and asked the tribe to walk near the hole, leaving footprints all the way to the hole.

He took off his shoes, jumped into the icy water, walked downstream for a while, found a thick willow tree and climbed up, and then climbed from the willow tree to the pine forest.

On the pine tree, Chen Jian looked at the string of footprints that disappeared near the entrance of the cave with a smile and said, "Do you think they think we came out of the cave?"

"Sure. Maybe they will dig a hole to find us. By the way, Jian, why did you suddenly think of killing a few people and taking their heads back?"

Chen Jian replied without thinking: "When I peed around the stone, it suddenly became hard."

The clansmen looked at each other, not knowing what this meant.

Chapter 40 Painting Cakes

After reuniting with those who guard the horned deer, they are about to return.The acorn crumbs for feeding the horned deer he carried are almost gone.

There is no need to consider the issue of footprints when going back, and the speed is much faster.

Applying a popular theory from the previous life, the current world is like a dark forest, whoever shows up first will be exposed.

There are two cases of exposure, one is extremely weak, anyone can step on it, capture it as a slave or kill it all.

The other is to run amok and come to court from all directions, and whoever doesn't come will have an excuse to conquer.

Of course, Chen Jian wanted to be the second type. Seeing the heavy snow that had not yet melted, he asked ten people to go back to get some tools, and the remaining 20 people went to the copper mine and agreed to meet up in two days.

After parting, Chen Jian led [-] people to the snow-covered copper mine, found the pile of rubble, and temporarily lived in the nearby crevices.

Taking advantage of the snow, you can transport some ore back.Since he has decided not to move south, but to live here for a long time, bronze is his biggest reliance.

Twenty men separated to collect dry branches from nearby woods and brought them back on sledges.

There are many branches, easy to burn, and enough firewood can be easily prepared in winter without tools.

All the firewood was stacked on the mountain wall near the rubble pile, which was as high as a person.

In the absence of sulfur mines and insufficient excrement from the nitrate field, there is no way to use black gunpowder to explode the ore. We can only use this "hot method" of thermal expansion and contraction, watering after heating to loosen the ore.

He had to mine the first batch of mines himself to determine the direction of the ore veins, and he needed to be selected after returning.

This method of open-pit mining depends on whether the lode is in the mountains or underground.

If it is underground, the most labor-saving method in theory is to dig a mine with a small diameter and not easy to collapse, and use twelve or thirteen-year-old boy slaves to mine it. This is the cheapest and bloodiest.

The larger the mine mouth, the more manpower is needed, and there is also the need to worry about collapse. It needs to be fixed with wood, and ventilated, etc., all of which require cost.Most of the underground mineral veins in the early stages of mankind were dug by children. Basically, these children died before reaching maturity. This saves costs and is easy to manage without fear of resistance.

It's much easier to do it in the open air, just burn and fry, just dig.There is an extinct volcano nearby, there should be sulfur, and the nitrate field can be built next summer, and there is no problem with blasting mines.

A few days later, ten people finally came back with all the tools Chen Jian needed, and told Chen Jian that everything in the village was fine.

First a pile of firewood was burned nearby, and thirty men dug a hole.Water was transported here from a distant pond, and it took a day to fill the puddle with clumsy methods such as large and small clay pots and pots.

The firewood on the mountain wall not far away has also been ignited, adding more firewood continuously, and the fire burned for a whole day. Several birch trees nearby thought that spring had come, and some buds popped out. It seemed that they could not survive this winter.

After burning the mountain wall to the scorching heat, thirty people continuously poured water from the puddle on the hot stones, making crackling noises, and turned into a cloud of white mist, which became extremely soft and beautiful in the cold winter air. .