From Chief to Ball

With the development of society, when men can cultivate the land alone, women will become men's vassals.After that, women may have to wait a long time if they want to have the same right to speak as they do now.

When women can make money in labor-intensive industries such as textile factories, when men are caught filling trenches and torn apart by machine guns, women will become human again.

A woman undergoes a transformation from a human being, to a matable object, and back to a human being.This change was bought with the blood and sweat of the sweltering factory a thousand years later, not any kind of human conscience or compassion.

Everything in the world, crushed and broken apart, is actually a naked interest, but it always falls into a sad cycle.

In this day and age, want to take a girl out to live alone and own private property?Okay, take your small stone ax and go alone, as for how long you can live, it depends on your luck.Even if we get through it, what if we have children?Can you alone with your stone ax ensure the survival of your wife and nursing child?When you are sick, can your wife be alone to look after the children while hunting and feeding you?If you can't, you can only squat in the tribe obediently and abide by the rules of the times.

If you want not to wear green, you have to develop productivity.

As for the lack of fragrant girls, that's not a problem, they can be cultivated by lolita.No girl makes it herself, anyway, it's not an orangutan covered in black hair, but a human with degenerated body hair.

After thinking about all this clearly, the idea is clear.

When everyone else was asleep, he and Cousin "Wolfskin" kept watch.

Wolfpi is his aunt's son, and the tribe has only a handful of vocabulary, so they can only use these strange names when they want to name people.

After adding a lot of wood to the campfire, Chen Jian broke open the piece of elm with a stone knife, exposing the tough wood core inside, and scraped it as smooth as possible.

Langpi looked at Chen Jian strangely, not knowing what he was doing.

"I'll sleep first, and you wake me up when the star reaches the entrance of the cave."

Wolfpi pointed to a very bright star in the distant sky, Chen Jian couldn't recognize what it was, at least he didn't have an impression in the memory of his previous life.

Soon, the wolf skin was snoring loudly by the campfire.

Chen Jian polished this section of the trunk with stones. It wasn't perfect, but it had already taken shape.

A gap was cut on both sides of the wood with a stone knife, and a section of bark fiber was twisted as a bowstring. The right knee was used as a lever fulcrum, and the bow was sandwiched between the two legs, and the left ankle was hooked to the bow. Bending hard into a crescent shape, the bowstring was hung.

I peeled off the outer bark of a few slender branches, found a few decorative pheasant tail feathers in the cave, and tied them to one end with wood fibers to serve as tail feathers for arrows.

The other end was burned in the fire for a while, and after carbonization, it was easy to rub the pointed end on the ground.

I tried to pull a simple bow, but it was heavy and not very elastic, and it would lose its elasticity or break after a while.

If you want to use it for a long time, you must sleep the bow, keep different curvatures for a long time, and soak it in oil.

But if it's just make do with it, it should be able to use it for a few days, now that it's begging for rice, don't think it's rotten.

Outside the cave, owls could be heard from time to time, but probably because of the bonfire, no ferocious beast dared to approach.

Put away the simple longbow, add some firewood to the fire, finally waited until the star rose to the entrance of the cave, woke up the wolf skin, and fell asleep beside the fire.

Tomorrow, another hunt awaits him.

Chapter 3 Totem of Dark Circles

When the sun rises, the moisture in the forest turns into a thick white mist, covering the forest in a milky white. The morning wind can't blow away the mist, but it wakes up countless birds.

Chen Jian slept on the slate all night, feeling uncomfortable, and was woken up by his sister named Yu Qian'er.

Fortunately, the bonfire warmed the stones, otherwise I really couldn't bear it.

Primitive society does not need to wash your face and hands, which saves time, but you still have to go to the toilet.

Those few wolves wandered around the people who went to the toilet, and they didn't know whether their definition of food was very different from that of their ancestors.

There is no paper, and the soil can't accept it for a while. Fortunately, it is spring and there are leaves.

In the cave, the old grandmother has distributed today's food.The adult men were each given a large portion of mutton, and the women ate some tubers.

After eating, more than 20 adult men prepared to go hunting with tools such as stone axes and spears, and the women also prepared for today's gathering.

Everything is for survival, which is the driving force for human beings to conquer nature.

Cousin Wolfpi said that he saw a large herd of deer by the river in the distance a few days ago, and today's goal is to hunt that herd of deer.

The old grandmother sprinkled each of them with a little ashes from the pyre before the men set off, perhaps as a primitive prayer.

The mother tied the polished beast teeth with bark and hung them around Chen Jian's neck, telling him to be careful of wild animals.

These people are all blood relatives, but they have almost reached the limit that the tribe can accommodate.If the population continues to swell without new ways of getting food, soon the tribe will need to divide the population.

Chen Jian carried the simple longbow he made on his back, took the feathered arrows with him, and followed the group of cousins ​​and uncles out of the cave.

The air is filled with the smell of decaying leaves, mixed with the scent of pine resin, which is intoxicating.The woodpeckers were jingling on the trees, and the cuckoo was imitating Yang Guo and calling for aunt, occasionally startling a few hares and passing by.

At the foot of the mountain is an open hilly meadow, half a person's tall weeds are growing tenaciously, and a simple path has been stepped on.

Cousin Langpi stared at the bow on Chen Jian's back, and finally couldn't help asking: "Jian, what's in your hand?"

A group of cousins ​​and uncles turned their heads one after another, wanting to know what the thing in his hand was for.If it is a kind of lucky charm, it seems a bit too big.

Chen Jian explained, but no one understood what it was.Because there is no word for bow and arrow, many words cannot be explained clearly.

The conversation of the people caused the grass to vibrate, and two fat strange birds in the distance cooed and flapped their wings.

Chen Jian made a booing gesture to everyone, and quietly walked into the grass.

Those two fat strange birds were not too scared when they saw Chen Jian, they just kept a safe distance and moved slowly.

Chen Jian knew that there must be a bird's nest at the original location. These birds laying eggs on the ground will not run away immediately after seeing the enemy appear, but will choose to lure the enemy away to protect the chicks in the nest. A reproductive instinct.

Looking at the two strange birds in front of him, Chen Jian was completely confused.

"Where am I now?"

This kind of bird is definitely not a chicken. It is bloated and bigger than a chicken. Its wings have degenerated, but it runs very fast and makes a trembling sound.

The cousin and uncles looked at Chen Jian and laughed happily.This kind of bird is not easy to catch, and it is difficult to catch up once it runs.Generally, women will drive them away and look for eggs in the nearby grass. It is not easy to catch it.

"This is Jian's first time hunting, and he will understand that hunting is not easy."

The uncle expressed his opinion, but he did not stop the curiosity of a hunter who had just grown up. On the contrary, he waited to see Chen Jian's annoyed expression. This is the growth that any tribal hunter must experience. It depends on everyone to understand that hunting OK.

It's just that Chen Jian's actions were different from what these relatives thought. He tiptoed to a place ten meters away from the fat bird.

This distance is still a safe distance for a fat bird that has never seen a bow and arrow, so in order to protect the young bird in the grass in the distance, it keeps shaking its degenerated wings to provoke it, and the bird will run away if it gets closer.

"Go to hell, two roast chickens!"

Chen Jian chuckled, because the simple feather arrow had no string groove, so he had to hook the bowstring with his thumb to catch the feather arrow, put it on the right side, and quickly let go of his fingers.

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