Ancient wasteland

Yu had already seen that they were all carrying this strange thing, but he didn't know how to use it, but now he heard Jing Que take the initiative to say that it was a weapon.

A little curious, I wanted to reach out to take a look, but Jing Qu quickly stopped him, "Be careful, the arrow is coated with a high-strength anesthetic.

It was just configured to deal with beasts. I didn't develop an antidote. The effect is very strong. Now you will be pierced by the arrow and the medicine will fall.

It is estimated that you will not wake up after the hunting is over, and you will definitely not be able to participate in this hunting.

You came just in time, how many longbows do we have left in stock? "

Ye Ye glanced at Yu, and thought for a while, "The batch that was replaced after the awakening ceremony is still there, if they want to use it, they can use it."

Like Ye and Bei in the tribe, there are not many people who are particularly talented in using the bow as a weapon, and most of them are acquired through hard training.

Except for a few who were really inaccurate, the rest of them were carrying bows and spears and axes.

During the Awakening Ceremony of Wind Season, many people awakened as warriors, their strength and speed were greatly improved, and the original weapons were not suitable.

After tailoring according to their own strength, a batch of old bows were eliminated and piled up in the warehouse, just in time for the local tribes to use when hunting.

Jing Que smiled and looked at Yu, "Do you want to use them? The weapons are all very good. If you want to use them, give me some of the prey you have hunted."

Yu looked at the arrows piled up in his hand, they were green and creepy to look at, and he could imagine their power.

Nodding quickly and decisively, "Use it! How to use these new weapons?"

Jing Zhu raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's right, I didn't expect you to be quite courageous, please ask someone to take out those bows for them to use."

Ye nodded, and asked someone to take out the batch of bows and distribute them to Yu and the others. He pointed to the area where the tribe practiced, and asked them to familiarize themselves with it.

Turn around and sit in front of Jing Que, and discuss the hunt with him in a low voice, "Are you going to hunt this time?"

Jing Que was piled herbs into the clay pot, and shook his head when he heard the words, "What am I going to do, I don't know how to hunt, I can't help you carry the prey, and I'm in the way.

I won't go, follow them to cut firewood and build roads, help to load a car, lead the moo beast to the tribe, I can still do it. "

As the arrows were tied up in bundles, the hunting team in the tribe was also formed, and Feng Heshan would participate in the hunting.

Wild led the team, they originally had 50+ warriors in the tribe, plus Yu led 20+ warriors, and 50+ ordinary people with strong bodies.

Formed a mighty 130+ hunting team, standing densely in the tribal square, full of desire for prey and fighting spirit.

Seeing Jing Que's blood boiled with excitement, he really wanted to follow him with his long sword, rush into the pile of wild beasts, and let the wild beasts see how powerful they are.

However, as soon as he had this idea, he suppressed it in his stomach. It's better for him to wait quietly for the hunting team to come back.

Before leaving, he gave Ye Ye two packs of hemostatic medicine. As long as the wound was not killed by one blow, the medicine effect can temporarily hang his life.

After the hunting team was sent away, a road-building and firewood-cutting team was also formed. The main force of the team was from the original tribes, except for those who followed the hunting team.

100+ people were drawn from the tribe to build roads with Jing Yu, and with their tribe, there was a total of 150+ people, which was more manned than the hunting team.

We started cutting down trees and weeds and clearing the road around the tribe. Time was running out, and Jing Que didn't plan to expend effort to make the road very wide.

As long as the bullock carts in the tribe can pass smoothly, it is about two meters wide, and the dead branches of the trees that have been cut are sent back to the tribe one after another.

The dry grass and dead branches are collected and fed to the bleating beasts in the cold season, and all the firewood is carried back to dry to be burned in the cold season.

After clearing the dead trees and grass on the ground, start to level the ground, dig out the roots buried in the soil, and pick up stones to fill the dug holes.

This is not an easy task, it is a typical physical work, and it takes a lot of effort everywhere.

During the windy season, the daily temperature is maintained at 20-25 degrees, which should be considered slightly cool, but the sweat on Jingzhu's forehead and back has not dried.

Compared with other people, he is relatively thin and weak, and he does the simplest things, such as helping to load the car and filling the dug pit with stones.

For these relatively easy tasks, he can be so busy that his back is sore and sweaty. You can imagine how much other people exercise every day.

But even so, no one in the team complained of suffering or tiredness, and they were all working hard.

While waiting for a break, drinking hot broth and watching the bullock carts full of firewood, the pride and peace of mind arose spontaneously in my heart.

It seems that they are not so afraid of the coming cold season, especially the native tribes, who feel at ease when they are busy.

When they were still on the migration road, they were worried all day long, what should they do in the cold season! ?

It was so cold, there was no shelter, no firewood for heating, and the animal skins alone would definitely freeze to death. The priest was seriously injured, and he was about to die.

As a result, the priest was rescued soon, and the hunting team set out to participate in the hunt with new weapons, and they also got a new type of firewood cutting tool.

That tool called a saw... It's almost like it's specially made for cutting trees. Using it to cut tree trunks can be fast and labor-saving, and it's very convenient.

Much faster than the axes they used to chop wood. Looking at the firewood piled up so quickly, I couldn't help being happy.

There is also an ox cart used to transport firewood. Someone needs to drive the ox cart back and forth, so that all the firewood can be transported back, and they don't need to carry it by themselves.

It is impossible to save more energy. They can cut down more trees and store more firewood to burn in winter when they have free time.

I just don't know why they dug tree roots to fill the hole. It's a bit strange, but they have a tool called a hoe, and they can dig holes very quickly.

As the trees were cut down and the roots were pushed up, the yams and taro hidden in the soil were dug out together with the soil.

There are still a lot of them. On weekdays, when they go out to pick wild fruits, Jing Que forgets that food can be found in the field, and habitually looks for it in the trees.

People in the tribe don't even have the habit of digging the ground to find food, wasting the food in the soil for nothing.

Yam itself is a perennial plant. As long as the ambient temperature is suitable, it can grow wantonly in the soil and reproduce very well.

It grew in patches in the soil, and the yams that were dug up after that looked like fine yams, all of which were more than two meters long and five centimeters in diameter.

On the first day they built the road, they not only cut down five carts full of firewood, picked up a cart of pine cones, but also dug a whole two carts of yam back.

In the evening, Jing Que washed and cut the yam into pieces, steamed them in a pot over high heat, put sugar and honey in it, and ate happily with a smile on his face.

When the part where the yam appeared was dug up and the firewood cutting team continued to build the road in the direction of the Heishan tribe, they found many taro in the field.

Oh, the exact term should be called taro.

The aftertaste is longer after eating, but the size is not quite like taro.

The size is not like a small potato, but similar to a mature potato. Anyway, Jing Zhu himself has never seen a taro that grows so big.

But they are short of food, the bigger the taro, the better, Jing Zhu wished they could grow to the size of sweet potatoes!

After the yam and taro were unearthed, Jing Qu was very interested in digging for treasures. It would be best if he could dig out peanuts, but unfortunately he didn't.

After two days in a row, no good things were dug up. When he was about to reach the Black Mountain tribe, Jing Que found that the periphery of their tribe was covered with bamboos.

There are stretches of bamboo seas that can't be seen at a glance. When the breeze blows, you can even hear the pleasant "rustling" sound of bamboo leaves colliding.

Standing outside the sea of ​​bamboo, Jing Qu couldn't help swallowing, how many bamboo shoots must grow in such a large sea of ​​bamboo.

... Counting the time, it will soon be time to dig winter bamboo shoots!

Seeing that the road was about to be built within the scope of the Heishan tribe, in order to avoid unnecessary panic and conflicts, Jing Que took a pottery stove and first visited the chief and priests of the Heishan tribe.

As soon as he stepped into the Bamboo Sea, he was discovered by the guards of the Black Mountain Tribe. Jing Zhu explained his intentions to them carefully, and was soon brought to the priests of the Black Mountain Tribe.

The priest of the Black Mountain Tribe was an old woman who looked older than their old man. Her messy hair was piled up on her face, and she couldn't cover the surrounding area of ​​her face.

Hearing Jing Que say that he was a priest of the Dashan Tribe, the folds of his face were wrinkled into a chrysanthemum shape, and he spoke to him in a hoarse voice, "Did you die alone?"

Jing Que was a little confused, "Who?"

Immediately, he realized that it should be the name of the old priest of their family... Everyone in the tribe called the old man a priest, but Jing Que only now knew that he was actually called this.

Shaking his head lightly, "The old priest is still there, but he is too old to move around, so I will deal with the outside affairs."

"Heh!" The priest of the Black Mountain Tribe sneered, looking at him with unfriendly eyes, "Du was born later than me, he is not as old as me.

I heard from the warriors in the tribe that you cut down trees to store the firewood used in the cold season, and then ran to our tribe while you were chopping.

What on earth do you want to do? Don't think that you can go to our tribe to make trouble while the warriors in the tribe are out hunting.

When I was born, Dudu was not born yet! "

As he spoke, he slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground, making a "boom", and several strong men and women ran in from the entrance of the cave, all looking at him with dark faces.

Jing Que, "...I didn't want to make trouble, and if I wanted to make trouble, I wouldn't do it myself. You see, I'm so thin, what kind of trouble can I make?"

The priest of the Black Mountain Tribe squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, probably seeing that he really didn't look like he could cause trouble, so he waved his hands to make everyone back away.

Still staring at him sullenly, "Then what do you want to do when you come to our tribe?"

Jing Que smiled slightly, "I want to exchange black stones with you, the temperature is low in the cold season, and the firewood stored in the tribe is not enough to burn.

I just want to change some black stones to go back to keep warm, and exchange them with the pottery we made, here, this is the stove that can burn fire in the hole.

I just saw that your tribe has bamboo outside, which can be used to make a chimney above the stove to send out the burning smoke.

In the cold season, you can cook in the cave without going out, what do you think? "

The priest of the Black Mountain Tribe frowned, "Didn't Du tell you that those black stones were cursed by the beast gods?"

Jing Zhu nodded, "The old priest told me this, but it doesn't matter, I can break the curse on the black stone."

The priest of the Black Mountain tribe piled his wrinkles into orange peels, and lost his voice, "You will break the curse on the Black Stone?! You can't do it alone, how could you?!"

Jing Que smiled brightly, "I know it. This method is actually very simple. If you promise to exchange black stones with our tribe, I will tell you the method."

The priest of the Black Mountain tribe stood up tremblingly, "Really?!"

The eyes looking at Jing Que are no longer the hostility and suspicion just now, but looking at him with eager eyes and excited face, it seems that he can't wait to rush over and grab him.

The tone was bumpy, "Are you really willing to teach us the method, just to exchange black stones with us?!"

Jing Que smiled, "Of course, if you don't believe me, I can teach you the method first, so that you can get someone to prepare some black stones and yellow soil first, and I also need some water and bamboo.

... Bamboo is the plants with hollow trunks that grow outside your tribe. I don't know what you call them.

Anyway, it is the hollow one. It is best to cut more pieces of different sizes for splicing, that's all. "

The priest of the Black Mountain Tribe was very excited, and hurriedly asked people to prepare according to what he said. During the waiting time, he finally stopped being so eager and excited.

He began to squint his eyes and looked at Jing Qu suspiciously, "If you teach us the method now, you won't be afraid that I will regret not exchanging black stones with your tribe."

Jing Qu looked back with a smile, and pointed to the stove he brought, "See, this is unique to our tribe, called the stove.

Put the black stones in the furnace to burn, and the poisonous gas produced can be transmitted to the opened bamboo along here, and then lead to the outside through the bamboo joints, so that people will not have any accidents in the cave.

If you don't have this and burn the black stone directly, it is likely to produce high concentrations of carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide...that is the curse you just mentioned.

To put it simply, this furnace, which is completely sealed except for the air inlet and exhaust outlet, is the key to breaking the curse.

Your tribe can't make this, and you won't be able to use black stones if you don't exchange them with us. "

The priest of the Black Mountain Tribe frowned in thought, looking at him with appreciative eyes, Jing Qu let her look at him calmly, so...he never did business at a loss.

Soon the coal and yellow mud that Jing Que wanted were taken, and Jing Que acted quickly, cutting off the bamboo joints of different thicknesses first.

Bamboo joints are dried and bent with fire, and spliced ​​into usable pipes according to the shape of the hole in the sacrifice of the Black Mountain Tribe.

Put mud on the interface between the stove and the bamboo joints, fix it well and avoid the bamboo joints from being scorched as much as possible.

After he finished all the preparatory procedures, he took the stove to the cave and lit the coal he had found.

These coals, known as black stones, are of high quality, flammable, have a large flame, have little odor, and are quite flame-resistant.

Throwing two pieces of coal into the stove, it burned for more than two hours before it was completely extinguished. Jing Zhu leaned against the fire and roasted happily.

The priest of the Black Mountain tribe was also very happy. She really felt the warmth of the burning black stone, and they stayed in the cave for so long, and they did not appear to be cursed.

It shows that these black stones can be used normally. In the past, the Dahe tribe was willing to exchange these black stones with them, but they refused to tell them how to break the curse, so that they could not use them while guarding the treasure.

Looking at Jing Que's gaze again, it can be called kind, and he agreed with the scepter, "I'll change with your tribe!"

To exchange black stones with the Dahe Tribe, they have to take the black stones to the trade fair, and then transport the exchanged items back.

In exchange for the Dashantribe, they are only responsible for helping to knock the black stones. Not only do they not have to carry the black stones to the Dashantribe, but the Dashantribe will also transport the stove. No matter how you look at it, they are taking advantage!

Jing Yu smiled, "Okay."

The two carefully discussed the exchange process, and finally decided to use one stove and one cart of black stones.

Both parties felt that the deal was a good deal. After the discussion was completed, the team from the Dashan Tribe to transport coal also arrived. After getting permission, more than a hundred people from the Dashan Tribe flocked to Black Mountain to dig coal.

After filling up the ox carts, before it was dark, Jing Yu set off happily on his way home.