Ancient wasteland

He looked down at the wooden stick in front of him, and visually measured it to be more than 1.8 meters, which means it was taller than himself, and it was polished very smooth.

The overall shape is slender and conical, the top is very round, and there are many scratches. It seems that it wants to carve some patterns, but it doesn't have that artistic quality.

In general, it can be seen that he is very hardworking. Jing Zhuo took the wooden stick and thanked him, "Thank you very much."

The scepter was made by the priest Rang Ye for Jing Que.

In the tribe, only a priest, or about to become a priest, will have a scepter, and the scepter is a symbol of sacrifice.

Yun learns from sacrifice, if the sacrifice is not satisfied, Yun will not have it.

The priest asked Ye Ye to make the scepter for Jing Que, which proved that in the priest's heart, Jing Que was the next priest in the tribe.

Yun can't be a priest, Ye is a little disappointed, but it doesn't matter, he will protect Yun well and let her have meat to eat and be full!

Ye shook his head, said no thanks, and stood up to leave.

Jing Que called to him, "Wait, are you going hunting today? If not, I want you to help me make some wooden barrels and bowls."

With Jing He's strength, it is very difficult to hold the stone bowl, let alone hold the bowl with one hand and eat with the right hand... He has been eating barbecue for several days in a row.

I feel that I will get angry if I eat it any more. I can't hold a bowl or drink soup. I roll the leaves into a funnel to drink water, let alone store water.

Waking up thirsty in the middle of the night, Jing Yu could only find dew in the warehouse to drink. Quenching his thirst was nothing but a waste.

Dew is a material for making small medicines, and there are no bugs stuck. The stock is calculated by drops, and 10 drops will be taken after two sips.

Ye did not refuse, Jing Que is now a candidate for the sacrifice, the patriarch and the priest have said, let the people of the tribe respect him.

Especially if he wants someone to make something, he must make it for him first, after all, the convenience of carrying a basket is obvious to all.

Ye was a little puzzled, "Wooden barrel?" Obviously he didn't know what a barrel was.

Jing Que chuckled, "I'll teach you how to do it!"

After dinner, Jing Que took Ye to make wooden barrels and wooden bowls. He had just quietly thought about it, and hooping barrels was too troublesome.

It needs to be polished and polished. The most important thing is that he didn't find tung oil or a substitute for bamboo strips, so it was not easy to fix.

It's better to find a tree trunk with a large cross-section, flatten the two ends, and hollow out the middle, so that water and bowls can be filled.

It's a pity that although the wooden barrel is light, it cannot be soaked in water for a long time, and the wood will be soaked, but now I don't care so much, so I can only use it first.

Explain the method clearly to Ye Ye, and Ye Ye will concentrate on doing it. His hands-on ability is better than him, which is reflected in his strength.

He is holding a small piece of wood, and he is still poking the prototype of the wooden bowl. Over there, he is holding a tree trunk with a diameter of about 80cm, and the middle has almost been hollowed out.

Jing Qu really envied his strength, but despite his great strength, he still couldn't control it well, or he could dig right through the bottom if he dug.

Either it was dug well, and it was about to take shape. With a little force in the hand, there was a "snap", and the whole bucket was crushed.

Jing Que watched from the side, and couldn't help sighing, no wonder these people like to use stones to make things, and there is nowhere to spend their energy.

Fortunately, he has a cultivation method, which has little effect now, but he has a hunch that when he succeeds in cultivation, it will definitely be very powerful.

As a result, when his wooden barrel was made, the popularity far exceeded Jing Que's imagination.

Only then did he realize that not everyone has the kind of wild strength.

After all, Ye is a junior fighter, and there are only 10 in the whole tribe.

Most of the people in the tribe are ordinary people, with different strengths, but most of them are stronger than Jing Qu.

When the wooden bucket was made, even the children in the tribe could hold it to fetch water. Jing Que saw Cao carrying the bucket to fetch water.

Holding the huge wooden barrel in his arms, the barrel was taller than a person, his face was blocked so he couldn't see the way, he stumbled, almost fell into the stream,

He was so frightened that he quickly thought about drilling holes in the barrel, and then found a few vines to weave into a twist shape, and tied them through to serve as handles.

It was much more convenient to carry the bucket. He carried the wooden bucket to fetch water from the stream, and it was fine when he went. The bucket was very light and easy to carry.

After the bucket was filled with water, it became dead heavy, the flesh hurt from the vines, the arm was pulled by gravity, and the water came back, and the arm was sore.

Jing Que put down the heavy bucket, shook his sore arms, took out the blood stasis and pain relief ointment from the warehouse, and rubbed it, frowning, staring at the bucket.

Analgesic ointment can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

He had to find a way to solve the problem of water transportation. The option of tap water was first dropped by Jing Shupas, which he dared not even think about.

The tribes rely on the streams in the mountains for water. The streams flow down from the mountains, and many deep and shallow natural water pits are washed out.

Now it is the water season, the current is very strong, and the deepest place is about 3 meters, which is where Jing He is worried that the grass will fall.

The flow of water is enough for the tribe to use, but the creek is low-lying, and it is not even possible to use the potential energy of the high ground to dig ditches or lay water pipes.

It can only be packed in barrels. It is too dangerous to carry the barrels, and it is uncomfortable to carry the arms. Jing Que sighed, it is really troublesome, and I can't think of a good way.

If you are hungry, let’s go to the sacrificial cave to eat first!

When they entered the priest's cave, they saw the priest sitting on the ground, holding a scepter in his hand, shaking his arms, and pushing away the animal skin next to him.

Jing Zhu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, pick?Carry water!How could he forget such a magic weapon as a pole? !

This is a good thing that has run through the Chinese civilization for thousands of years. Even in the era of Jingzhu, there were still people using it.

Thinking about it, Jing Que was very excited. From the place where the firewood was piled up in the hole, he found a piece of wood that was split into long strips and was about 2.5 meters long.

Holes were drilled at both ends, and two wooden wedges were nailed in each to secure the vines on the barrel, and the middle part was smoothed with stones.

Even if the pole was finished, he looked left and right, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was, and he wanted to take it out to try the effect.

Just as he stood up holding the pole, the old priest said, "Stop, go out after eating the meat."

Jing Que, "...OK."

The priest opened his cloudy eyes, sighed faintly, and looked at him with worry, "You have to eat more meat to become stronger.

You are so thin, how can you survive the cold season. "

Finally, there are new priests in the tribe, but they are so weak, the cold season will last for a long time, and it is very cold, people will freeze to death every year.

Hey, the old priest continued to sigh, his heart was full of anxiety, Yun was too restless to study, Jing Xue was quick at everything, but he was too thin.

If these two people could be combined, it would be perfect, but these two people were not worry-free, the priest had a headache, and he fumbled to stand up.

Trembling, he walked to the side and knelt down, praying to God with all his heart.

Jing Quoting sat down, ate the barbecue, and said vaguely, "Well... don't worry, I can live. I'm living well now."

Having said that, Jing Yu was actually a little scared in his heart. After all, in the ancient times on the earth, it was very cold.

He didn't know how cold it would be in the cold season here, in case it happened to catch up with the Ice Age...or even colder.

With the current conditions in the tribe, it is really not negotiable to freeze to death.

However, there is still a long time before the cold season, and he can always think of a way. Jing Zhu has never been a complainer.