From Chief to Ball

They didn't dare to deal with such a swarm before, so they could only pick some small ones to deal with.

But Wolfpi shouted: "Jian will have a way, if he says yes, he will definitely do it!"

The newcomer looked at Chen Jian's actions with a bit of curiosity and anxiety, and still felt a little bit of disbelief in his heart.

In order to avoid the wind and rain, the bees put the nest made of beeswax in the tree hole. If you knock on the tree hole, you will know that there are many bees in it.

Light the fire around the hive, stuff it with fresh grass, and the thick smoke instantly surrounds the hive.It is the time to return to the nest, the weather is cooler, and the bees are not very aggressive.

There was thick smoke all around, and the bees were at a loss and returned to their nests one after another, flapping their wings to drive the smoke away to protect their queen.

Chen Jian picked up the stone ax and made a hole under the tree hole, lit another fire on the hole, and asked several people to blow into it forcefully.

Thick smoke flies up the tree hole, and the strong smell of wormwood is a good thing to drive away insects.

Unable to bear it, the bees flew out of the cave, wrapped the queen in the center, abandoned their home, and flew away to the distance, no longer caring about stinging people.

Smoked bees cannot be smoked at the entrance, that will only suffocate all the bees inside, and if they are not dead, they will fight back desperately.Leaving the entrance will allow the bees to escape. This is the reason behind the so-called encirclement of the Three Ques.

This time without Chen Jian shouting, those people rushed over and took out the honey spleen from the tree hole, instead of putting it in their mouths to eat, they handed it to Chen Jian.

The aunts came over and squeezed the honey out with their hands and poured it into the jars.

Seeing the jars filled with honey, the newcomers worshiped the jars more deeply, and hoped that they could use such jars in the future.

It is said that there are many at home, so many that they even use jars for eating... These people can't imagine what kind of life it is.

Chen Jian took the jar and spread the honey on the wounds of those people.Pure honey has natural bactericidal properties, and it will not deteriorate if left without water for a long time.In the era without antibiotics, it can well protect wounds from infection.

Someone cut down some branches and planted them diagonally around the campsite to prevent possible wild beasts from attacking.

On the bonfire, the wild boar had been cut up and grilled on sticks.

Spread the honey on the pig's body, and the golden honey will be smoked by the fire, giving off a tempting smell.

The pig's skin also gradually turned brown, and the aroma of meat and honey mixed together, making it more burnt.

Those more than 30 people have never seen such a way of eating, but seeing that the nine people are used to it, they can't help but sigh.

The accompanying aunt melted the cut lard in a pot and boiled it, and put in the white bee pupae and larvae. With the sound of creaking, those white larvae gradually turned yellow, and the aroma was overflowing.

They have already learned the cooking method of frying, and they are very familiar with it at this time.

Those people looked at the food helplessly and couldn't help swallowing.Don't talk about a better life, if you have such a day every day, you will be satisfied.

The sweet and fragrant wild pork masked its own smell. Everyone got a big piece, stuffed it into their mouths before it cooled down, and chewed it.

Song swears that he has never eaten such a delicacy, not even once.

And those fried golden bee chrysalis have a lingering aftertaste, and the burnt aroma of the protein is just right for the soft taste.

As for the mutton soup that Wolfpi was talking about, Song couldn't think of what it was. Is there anything better than honey and roast pork in the world?What would that taste like?

Chen Jian watched the group of people gobbling it up, and after knowing the meal, the group of people had completely settled down.

As Song said before, surviving is the expectation of the tribe for the future.

Now Song stared blankly at the yellow flame, completely believing in the life Chen Jian promised.

The tribe has survived, and will live better.

He silently took out the bones of the clansman on his body, placed them horizontally in the palm of his hand, and placed them flat in front of his eyes.

It seems to want the deceased tribe to see the future of the tribe, see their laughter and hopeful eyes, and see that their blood will be passed down on this earth instead of turning into dust and bones.

"Mom, we survived..."

Chapter No.17 Boiling Salt and Tasting Grass

The night was not peaceful. An injured clansman developed a high fever, his wound was already infected, and he was talking nonsense in a daze.

The people who woke up looked at the clansmen with high fever, helpless, and looked at Chen Jian one after another.

However, what Chen Jian could give them was just shaking his head helplessly.In this environment, he has no way to guarantee anything, and even has no solution for a long period of time, and can only rely on his own struggle.

The average life expectancy of 30 years old will accompany the long history of human beings, measured in thousands of years.

Life is fragile in the wild, thus laying the foundation for the strength and unyielding of human beings, and also brought about the dependence on religion.He is not a god, and he doesn't want to be a god, so he can only lead his tribe out of the wilderness as soon as possible.

A group that has surplus food and does not need to spend all their time around food every day is qualified to think about how to live longer.

The random discourse continued for a long time, and it was not until the middle of the night that he slowly fell asleep.None of the clansmen were in the mood to sleep.

This kind of thing is very common, and everyone thinks that one day they will do the same, how can they get rid of the pursuit of death?

Early the next morning, the clansmen were all in low spirits.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the long process of dying.Being eaten by a tiger is completely different from dying slowly with a fever and festering. The impact on the hearts of bystanders is completely different.Some armies will tragically kill their own mourning wounded soldiers, but they don't worry that soldiers are used to death.

Chen Jian touched the injured man, his forehead was very hot and the wound was inflamed.Probably because of the effect of honey, it is not too serious, and the fever proves that the body is fighting.

"Jian, is there really no other way?"

Song came over and asked, and Chen Jian sighed.

"No one is immortal, but our ancestors sheltered us and guided us. He gave us bows and arrows so we wouldn't starve, gave us clay pots to drink water from, and maybe gave us a way to fight sickness. Go Well, there may be a way to get there.”

Song had some doubts about Chen Jian's words.He believed in the existence of ancestors, but would ancestors really protect everyone?Will they really protect themselves who have just merged with their blood?What if their ancestors sheltered them all the time?

Thinking of simple ideas, I felt a little depressed.Chen Jian could see it, and shouted at the crowd: "Hurry up, there may be a way!"

In the confusion, a word of hope can light up the road in front of them, and the speed of the clansmen accelerated.

The extremely high mountain is right in front of you, and the good news is that a deep canyon divides the mountain into two halves, and the uncanny craftsmanship of nature is so mysterious.

Wolfpi told Chen Jian that after passing this valley, there were salty mud and stones, but there was almost no grass.

Chen Jian looked up and saw that this canyon was extremely high, with steep cliffs on both sides, some tough vines growing on it, and many animal hoof marks on the road.It is obvious that these animals also need to add salt. When the tribes migrated here from afar, they should have noticed this place. Over time, it has become a gathering place for more than a dozen tribes.

He asked people to collect a lot of willow leaves and willow bark, put them into cloth bags, and led the people through the canyon.

The narrowest part of the canyon is only three or four meters away. Looking up at the sky, there is only a thin line, and the occasional old crows flying past bring a bit of desolation.

"This will definitely be a strategic location in the future."

Chen Jian silently remembered that his vision could not be within a hundred miles.There is salt beyond the canyon, and to the west is a large mountain, and to the east is a plain.It is conceivable that thousands of people will die in this canyon in the years to come.

"From now on, let's call it Yixiantian, but the clansmen don't know the word Xianxian yet, so the name can only be said in the future."