Ancient wasteland

After the Bei and their rooms are tidied up, Jing Zhuo will show them how to hold and put the baby to sleep, and mix some milk powder for them to drink.

The milk powder is from the bleating beasts used for shearing in the tribe. After the baby bleating beasts were born, he slowly milked them, and the milk he milked was not much at the beginning.

The amount of milk powder produced was less, and two cans were distributed to each pregnant person in the tribe at that time. If you want to drink it, you have to wait until next year.

If large-scale breeding can really be carried out next year, there will be more milk and goat milk, and then more milk powder can be stored for preparation.

After all, the population in the tribe has increased and the living conditions have improved. The birth rate of newborns will definitely follow, and there is no way to eat meat when they were young.

After feeding the two brothers and sisters and coaxing them to sleep, I told Bei that it is best not to go out to blow the air these days, anyway, there is not much work in the cold season now.

Bei casually agreed, "Okay, I see."

Jing Que wanted to pull her ears, but after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and called Li over. Both Bei and Yu had their bellies puffed out, so Li just moved into their room!

Living with the two sisters, the house must be warmer than the cave, and the fish and shellfish are inconvenient to move around, so Li can take care of them.

Smiling softly, "You have worked hard to take care of them. When the water season is hunting, let them send you more prey, and they will all hunt."

Li smiled and looked at him, "I've already agreed that my house will be next to them from now on, and we will live together.

In the future, when we have children, we will raise them together. I can go fishing and collect them. Shellfish and fish can go hunting with hunting teams. We don’t lack meat! "

Jing Que was a little confused, "You decided to live together?!"

Bei and Yu nodded at the same time, "Yes, we have discussed it!"

Jing Que, "...then you'd better not have babies at the same time, or if you really want to have babies at the same time, it will be confusing."

What he's actually trying to say is that it's best if they don't sleep with the same person at the same time... People in the tribe are really fussy about it.

It is estimated that even if he said it, it would be in vain, and he could only put it in a more euphemistic way, "If you both have big stomachs at the same time, it will be inconvenient to move around.

No one can take care of the children, so try to avoid it a little bit, and expand your bedroom when Li is going to repair the house. "

Yu nodded, "Okay."

After explaining the things that need to be paid attention to, Jing Qu turned around and went back to his own house, shaking off the fine snowflakes on his body, and sat back in front of the fireplace.

Stretch out your hand and put it in front of the fire to bake, "It's really cold outside, the temperature should be below zero, my fingers are frozen!

Ye Ye, go to the storage room and get the pair of boots that were not finished yesterday. I will sew them on when I am idle and bored, and wear them when I go out. "

Ye opened the door of the inner room to get it, and after a while, he came back with the half-sewn leather and a small box of dried persimmons.

Jing Que leaned on the chair and watched, "Ah, our persimmons have hoarfrost. The hoarfrost on the persimmons feels very sweet. Do you want to eat it?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take the dried persimmons from the box. Although the color was beautiful and red, it looked like it was sold in a supermarket.

I put it in front of my nose and smell it first. I didn't smell any moldy or rotten smell, so I took a bite cautiously.

Immediately, he widened his eyes in surprise, "It's so sweet! It's much sweeter than when it was picked from the tree, and it was still a bit astringent when I ate it.

Now the astringent smell will be gone. It seems that the persimmon tree is a very good variety. We will clean up the weeds in the water season next year and use it as an orchard.

Anyway, persimmons are easy to feed, and they don’t grow worms. If there is excess fertilizer, you can pile some under the tree and it will grow well. Come, open your mouth and eat. "

The persimmons picked to make persimmons are big, and the area is more optimistic after being flattened. Jing Que bit out a gap in the top and handed it to Ye by the way.

Ye slightly tilted his head, took a bite of the place where he had bitten, and nodded lightly in response, "It's really sweet, a bit like a humming beast."

Jing Que looked at the gap on the persimmon, huddled on the chair and laughed to himself, giggled for a long time, then suddenly asked Ye, "You like honey.

Oh honey is the kind of beautiful yellow liquid in the humming beast nest you mentioned, the kind that tastes sweet when you eat it, do you like it? "

Ye shook his head, then frowned, "If you like it, I'll go out and find it for you in the water season. It's too cold outside now, and they don't move."

Jing Zhu gnawed on the persimmon cake, "Well, I don't really like honey, but there is no sugar in our tribe, so I only think of honey!

It would be nice if there is a little sweet seasoning. Shall we raise some bees for fun, the ten or so jujube trees in the field should bloom next year.

At that time, bees can collect honey and pollinate. I will make beehives. I will write this down first and wait for next year's water season to do it. "

He reached for the low table in front of the fireplace, dragged the parchment over it, and wrote down the matter of domesticating bees in the plan.

"If the bees are kept well, there will be no shortage of honey in the tribe in the future. During the water season, there are many wild flowers blooming on the mountain, and we have jujube trees and alfalfa in our fields.

Jujube honey and alfalfa honey are both delicious. In addition, when Sophora japonica is in bloom, you can carry beehives to collect Sophora japonica honey, and there will be a lot of honey.

In addition to this matter, next year I also want to make some paper... Parchment paper is very useful, but it is troublesome to make and the output is still small.

In the cold season, I was preparing to teach the people in the tribe how to read, only to find that there were no classrooms, no teaching materials, and it was too cold outside to bear.

Mistake, write it down in a small notebook, that’s all for the time being, do you have any plans for next year, I’ll help you remember it by the way! "

Ye sat next to him and continued to copy the words he wrote. Hearing this, he shook his head lightly, "Not yet. If you are in the tribe, I will be in the tribe."

Jing Que smiled and said, "Where can I go if I'm not in the tribe, yeah, so to speak, next year I really want to go out for a walk.

I want to go to the legendary super tribe to see how powerful the so-called super tribe is and how far the civilization has developed.

I heard that characters have already appeared, engraved on wooden boards... in the form of bamboo slips, that means that paper and pens should not have appeared yet. "

He smiled and raised his head, "Why don't we make more paper and pens and bring them to the super tribe to exchange things with them, I think it will work!"

To be honest, the importance of paper and pen can only be realized in places where words have already appeared, because they need to be written and preserved.

Jing Qu wrote in the plan that he wanted to make paper, ink sticks and quills, and continued to write down to find super tribes and obtain trade channels.

There must be a lot of good things in the super tribe, the quill in Jing Yu's hand rubbed against his chin, thinking happily, and then ran to hunt for treasures.

Next year, land reclamation and planting, hunting and domestication, and cured bacon in their tribe will gradually get on the right track, and the tribe will slowly develop.

With the old priest here, he doesn't have to stay in the tribe all day, he can sneak out to play and find super tribes by the way, anyway, he is idle.

The days in the cold season are particularly boring. Jing He is tired of sewing clothes and making boots in the house every day, and by the way, he teaches the wild to read and write, first of all, to write names.

After the students learned how to write their names, Jing Zhu thought about it and began to teach them how to count, from one to one hundred, Arabic numerals and Chinese characters.

The two kinds of characters are correspondingly listed in a table, and the two of them chanted 1.2.3.4.5 and 6.7.8.9.10 in the house every day, just like chanting scriptures.

The old priests were all interested in talking about it, and they wanted to learn math from them when they fumbled downstairs. Naturally, Jing Que would not refuse, if it wasn't for the lack of space.

He couldn't wait to call all the people in the tribe over, and stuff all the words and numbers he knew into their heads, and he didn't want to teach them again.

Fortunately, his two students are very smart and eager to learn. Ye has always wanted to surprise Jing Zhu anytime and anywhere, needless to say.

However, anyone who has been taught by the Jingzhu system basically has a photographic memory.

In less than three days, people not only memorized 1 to 100 fluently, but also used it very smoothly, Jing Que sometimes wondered.

Is he still on the earth? If you say that their human ancestors were not smart, Jing Que would definitely scold people, but how smart can someone be so wild?

It's almost against the sky, isn't it? !

Doesn't the theory of evolution mean survival of the fittest and survival of the fittest? How come after so many years of evolution, he still feels crushed by wild IQ? !

It's a real headache.

The sacrificial old man is not as wild as it is, and his memory is also very good. He can count to 100 in three or four days, but he is a bit stuck in use.

By the time the sacrificial priest started to use it proficiently, Ye had already started to learn simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division with Jing Que.

Maodong's life goes by very quickly. Every day he sleeps until he wakes up naturally, gets up to cook by the fire, and starts planning something to do.

Less than 30 days into the cold season, Jing Yu felt that he had gained a lot of weight. After all, he ate and slept every day, woke up and continued to eat.

The perfectly perfect abdominal muscles began to become a little loose, Jing Qu pinched his belly and sighed softly, "Hey.

It seems that I still have to find something to do, otherwise I can really feed my body after the cold season..."

After sighing, he went to the bed, pulled the animal skin to cover it, and continued to sleep. Yesterday he turned around the room looking for something to do, but he just couldn't find it.

I wanted to go out for a walk, but when I went out, I was blown back into the house by the cold wind, shivering from the cold, and quickly gave up the idea of ​​going out for exercise!

Desperately, he hid back in the house, and finally got up and wanted to practice swordsmanship with a wooden sword. He is not a swordsman playing games, and he doesn't remember many sword moves.

I can only rely on my memory, try out the sword moves I can think of one by one with the wooden sword, and write down the moves that can arouse the power in my body.

So far, he has drawn ten moves, and Jing Que named them Perfection, which he originally planned to call Jing Shijian.

Later, when I thought about it, I felt that there was no such thing as perfect, so I finally decided to call it perfect. Every day, I would gesticulate twice in the room with a wooden sword.

The old priest thought that he was strengthening his body, so he followed him with various gestures with a scepter, and stopped practicing after two days and felt that it had no effect.

Jing Zhuo, "..."

He had just finished practicing the sword and was wiping his sweat when he heard someone knocking on the door, "Sacrifice."

Hearing Shi Yu's voice, Jing Que put down the veil, "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and the cold current scrambled into the house, Jing Que hurriedly leaned against the fire in the fireplace, before turning his head to look at Yu who came in.

Seeing him wearing a coir raincoat made of reeds, his hair covered with snow, and holding something wrapped in animal skin tightly in his arms, his face was flushed red from the cold.

Anxiously, "Jiji, the flower is very sick, her cheeks are burning all over, and she is still sweating, please show her."

After speaking, Yu had already walked up to him, and Jing Que saw clearly that he was holding a little girl in his arms, who was very thin and dark-skinned.

His face was flushed and sweating cold, his expression looked uncomfortable, Jing Qu frowned slightly, and asked Yu to put him in front of the fire to warm up.

He reached out and touched her forehead, "Is it freezing? Is there a lack of animal skin in her hole?"

Yu shook his head, "It's not frozen in the cave."

The hunting tribe in the wind season has a lot of harvest. They get a lot of prey, and they exchange it with other people in the tribe, so they can survive the winter without any problem.

Huashi went out to go to the bathroom, stepped on the snow and his feet were frozen, and he didn't respond when he returned to the cave. When he woke up, he had a high fever. He asked the priest to see it.

But Hua didn't even have a wound on her body, and she suddenly had a fever, and the priest was helpless, so she could only hug her to the new tribe's priest to try her luck.

Yu looked at Jing Que nervously, "Is there any way to save the flowers?"

Jing Que touched the little girl's forehead, looked at her eyes and arms, and frowned slightly, "It should be that I caught a cold from the cold.

It's okay, I'll make some ginger soup for her, and some cold medicine. You hold her here to warm up and wait for me, and I'll prepare the medicinal materials. "

Both cold medicine and ginger are ready-made, Jing Que quickly boiled the ginger soup and fed it to the little girl, and then fed the medicine after the cold air in her body was dyed.

After drinking the medicine, the girl's condition improved significantly, the fever gradually subsided, the sweating was not so severe, and her expression returned to calm after practicing.

Jing Qu touched her forehead, "It seems that there is no problem, the snow outside the tribe is a bit thick, you have to arrange for them to clean it up."

This snow has been falling since the beginning of the cold season, sometimes bigger and sometimes smaller, but it never stops. Jing Que ordered the roof to be cleaned.

When cleaning the roof, the road would naturally be swept out, but they lived in a cave without a roof, so naturally they didn't expect to need to clean the road.

The snow piled up more and more, the front was trampled down, and the snow continued to fall in the back. The little girl was only five or six years old, and the snow probably reached her knees.

Would it be possible to walk through the snow without freezing? Yu saw that their ground was clean and free of snow, even if they were holding their child, it would not affect their walking.

Nodding quickly, "Okay, let them clean up the ground now."

Jing Que smiled, "It is estimated that there are still many people suffering from the cold, I will prepare some more ginger soup later, and you let those who have a fever and feel uncomfortable come to me."

Yu nodded, and when Hua's condition stabilized, he wrapped her in animal skins, carried her back to the cave and arranged for someone to clean up the ground, so that she could be cleared out early so that she could leave.

The tribe began to be busy, and those who felt uncomfortable came to Jingzhu to drink ginger soup. After drinking, they felt warm all over and were not afraid of the cold.

Suddenly, the person who was bending over to sweep the snow felt a gust of cold wind, which lifted the snow on the ground and hit his face, making it cold.

He wiped his face, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky.

Seeing this, he was so frightened that he stood there on the spot, his legs trembling in the snow, and he screamed, "There is a monster!"

The voice was so loud that Jing Qu could hear it clearly in the room, so he hurried to the window and opened it to look out.

A huge shadow hung over their tribe, as if the entire sky was covered, and even the surrounding light was dimmed.

Jing Que stared wide-eyed, jumped directly from the window, and knocked on the cowhide drum in front of the house. The sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in the tribe.

"Enemy attack! Old people and children pay attention to concealment, archers are ready, and the crossbow position on the city wall hastened, no matter what monster it is, shoot it down!"