From Chief to Ball

"It's your turn!"

Wolfpi snorted, turned around and shouted at the clansman, "Bring me eight arrows!"

The clansmen immediately ran over and brought over eight feathered arrows, with a triangular pottery arrow inlaid at the front and falcon tail feathers at the back. These are the best feathered arrows in the clan.

The other clansmen didn't quite understand what eight was, so they took out stones and arrows and compared the numbers before agreeing.

Wolfpi took one last look at Hua, full of disdain, like seeing a deer falling into a pit.

Pulling the bow and picking up the arrow, the feathered arrow flew out instantly with a whoosh, and pierced the tree with a thud, its tail feathers quivering, which was particularly eye-catching.

All the shouts disappeared, and those who had never seen bows and arrows stared at all this and forgot to shout, but their own people were already used to it, so they didn't bother to applaud.

So in the strange silence, Langpi shot the rest of the arrows, imitating Chen Jian's movements, stretched his hands at Hua, shrugged and said, "I'm better than you."

boom!

Shocking shouts echoed in the cave, especially the indifferent expression of the wolf skin, which was unique in the age of ignorance.

However, after he finished speaking, he put his bow on his back, and immediately turned around to brag to the women who had already stared blankly.

The two-person falcon just mentioned has become as big as a room, but the women don't know what the room means, so they hear it dimly.

Hua ran to the side of the tree in amazement, looked at the feathered arrow above, ran back, and handed the pendant to Chen Jian helplessly, saying: "It's yours!"

Chen Jian took it with a smile, handed the pot to Hua and said, "You are also a warrior, this is yours."

Hua scratched her head, but didn't take the pot, and surrounded the wolf skin, asking about the bow and arrow.

There were already a group of people around the wolf skin. The perfect advertisement just now was too shocking. He glanced at Chen Jian, saw Chen Jian nodded, and said presumptuously that this was the guidance of his ancestors.

Hundreds of people gathered around the wolf fur, and more people were attracted by this pottery pot that they thought was ingenious. Chen Jian whispered a few words in the old grandmother's ear, then retreated to the fire, and looked at the pot in his hand through the light of the fire. That emerald green pendant.

The emerald green color is like the forehead of a waterfowl swimming in the grass river. It is opaque but has natural patterns. There is a groove in the middle to tie a rope, which is very beautiful.

Chen Jian stroked it a few times, put it on the ground, lifted the stone and smashed it vigorously, smashed it into pieces and threw it into the fire.

After a while, the original emerald green color turned black, finely divided into a little powder, pulled out with a wooden stick, twisted with hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

Chapter 28 Pottery Standard

These black powders seem to be extremely heavy on Chen Jian's fingertips, because in the future, they will be swords, guns, swords, halberds, Jiuding chimes, and ritual vessels.

The green pendant is the earliest gemstone malachite used by humans, and these black powders are decomposed copper oxide, which can be turned into copper only by reducing it with charcoal at high temperature.

Copper is the earliest metal used by humans except meteorites. The metals used in bronze alloys have very low melting points and can be extracted with charcoal.

Chen Jian only remembers that bronze is a copper-tin alloy, and the proportion needs to be constantly explored, but no matter how bad bronze is, it is better than stone. After all, it can be melted into the shape you want, and the temperature required is not high.

It is not surprising that malachite's natural emerald green color is aesthetically pleasing and was easily picked up by some nearby tribes and carved into pendants.

The pre-technology of smelting malachite requires pottery, bricks, charcoal, and beeswax. These items can be completed within a year at the current level of the tribe, and there is no need for a high starting point.

And where there is malachite, there must be some open-pit copper veins, and the reserves don't need to be too high, just enough.

Chen Jian touched the black powder, and it was difficult to understand how the first tribe who smelted copper in the primitive era thought of it.

He handed some of the remaining malachite to the hands of the clansmen and asked them to keep it away, and he squeezed to the side of the wolf skin.

A lot of men were already crowded around the wolf skin, and they were full of interest in bows and arrows. The man named Hua took his sling and wanted to exchange it with the wolf skin.

"Wolf skin, go show it to everyone and shoot something."

Chen Jian patted the wolf's skin. The wolf's skin was already itchy, so he came out of the cave surrounded by more than a hundred people.

After this time, the magic of bow and arrow will soon spread to more than a dozen tribes around.The sling had already appeared, and even without Chen Jian, the bow and arrow would probably appear soon.Now people in all tribes know that this kind of thing is called a bow and an arrow, and the right to name it is the right to speak. It seems useless in a short time, but it is infinitely useful in the long run.

The men outside the cave let out bursts of cheers from time to time, presumably the wolf skin hit something again.The old grandmother told Chen Jian, who was watching the excitement at the entrance of the cave, that all the tribes had already arrived, and now the leaders of all the tribes were surrounding the clay pot.

Chen Jian called a few clansmen to demonstrate the use of clay pots to these people, which caused another commotion.The tribesmen also began to talk about their life changes with other tribes. The same rumors about the ancestors' guidance and the black and white bears were also spread by word of mouth. Every tribe member unconsciously played the role of a missionary.

Bows and arrows, clay pots, and their unheard of life brought a magical aura to Black and White Bear and the ancestors.Primitive tribes have a different understanding.Some people think that the same kind of hair bun and braids must have attracted the blessings of the ancestors, so many people asked how to comb the hair buns and braids.

And more women were staring at the clay pots and bowls in the wicker baskets. Chen Jian cooked some broth for the children and leaders of various tribes, put them in the bowls and shared some, and those people couldn't look away.

Each tribe is divided into more than a dozen clay bowls and pots, and on average there is only one for six or seven people.There was still a lot left in the wicker basket. Looking at the anxious women, Chen Jian said: "Our tribe likes all kinds of stones, and different stones. As long as we don't have them, we can exchange them for clay pots and bowls."

There is really nothing to exchange now, but he wants to give these tribes a concept of exchange, and by the way, other tribes need to use their eyes to find all kinds of weird ores.

It's just that after he said this, the rest of the people didn't believe or understand that this kind of stone that can be picked up everywhere can be exchanged for clay pots and bowls?

After waiting for a long time, people just discussed in low voices, until an ignorant child brought some small stones from outside, put them in front of Chen Jian and asked, "Can this be changed?"

"Yes, of course!"

Chen Jian touched the top of the child's head with a smile, took the stones from his hand, and placed them in front of him one by one.

"Look, these types of stones are the same, so I can only give you one."

He picked out the roundest one from the wicker basket, and handed it to the child. The child held it carefully, fearing it would break, and ran to the clansman, shouting, "Mom, mom! Look! Tao! Can!"

The people around couldn't believe that just a few stones that can be seen everywhere can be exchanged for clay pots?

There are also some who reacted faster and rushed outside to look for stones of different colors.Every stone is like a clay pot, and it is first come, first served, and there will be no one who comes later.

Those leaders didn't go down to fight, they thought further: Chen Jian's tribe kept what they said, and they would definitely do what they promised.

Soon, granite, flint, volcanic rock, shale...all kinds of strange stones were placed in front of Chen Jian, and dozens of clay pots and bowls were exchanged for those who brought the stones.

Chen Jian carefully identified these stones, but most of them were useless.But he believes that in the near future, when various tribes hunt and gather, they will always turn their attention to those stones they have never seen before.

Those stones may be clay pots to other tribes, but in his eyes they may be copper and iron, gold and silver, lime coal...

More and more stones were sent over, and when those people could no longer find new stones, Chen Jian said: "Our tribe is on the other side of the mountain near the river, and you can see it by walking along the river. Yes. If you have something good, you can go to our place to exchange clay pots and bowls at any time."

"What else can be exchanged but stones?"

"Many, deer shoulder blades, various edible plants, animal cubs, or things you don't need, you can try to exchange them."

"In the cave by the river?"

"No, we live in a house, not in a cave."

"What is a house?"

"You will know when you go."

Chen Jian left a lot of room for imagination to the rest of the tribe, and also brought them a lot of hope.Cubs who thought they didn’t have enough to eat can also be exchanged for clay pots, and useless deer shoulder blades can also be exchanged for clay bowls. Every tribe is recalling what can be exchanged in the cave where they live, staring at clay pots and bowls for a long time Can't look away.