Could it be that this time the priest really found hope for the clansmen?

Sure enough, only the most knowledgeable priests, who were favored by the beasts, could find this flower of hope.

After a terrible confirmation, there was a vigorous hope throughout the station.

Those women who followed Gu Zheng's way and stir-fried the afterflowers still had a lot of spare time...... sang the ballad that has been sung by the ancestors of the Youyi clan for generations.

This kind of little song composed of just a few individual tones made Gu Zheng, who was alone in the tent and lit a small pile of firewood, the corners of his mouth also picked.

Gu Zheng, who was in a good mood, naturally had the intention to summarize what wealth this most powerful old priest of the Youqi clan had left behind to the client this time.

Gu Zheng, who said he would do it, twisted a torch and began to rummage the animal skin bags in this tent back and forth.

Don't say it, there are really a lot of them, roughly counted, there are eight animal skin sacs in large bags alone.

After Gu Zheng opened the bag in turn, this comrade, who thought he had opened his eyes since he was a child, gasped.

What a mess this is.

A bag of dry bones, complete with bits and pieces of various parts, but definitely not collected from a single animal.

A bag of dead branches and rotten leaves, in Gu Zheng's memory, this is the most mysterious adjunct for the priest's herb when boiling.

Bags of colorful stones, some of which were polished through the holes, and some of which were rough stones with rough crusts of stone, were scorched and glowing in the light of the fire.

As for the few bags that remained, they were apart from the priestly garments and the clothes of the week.

There are even a number of shell coins circulating in the outside clan, a few pieces of extremely rare cotton silk, and a number of animal skin books that record the sacrificial inheritance of the Yakini clan.

If there is anything that is the most precious among them, in Gu Zheng's opinion, it is one of the largest and strongest animal skins carved on the inside of the map, a very simple map.

This is a map from the Arishi clan to the area where the Arichong clan is stationed.

Although there are only a few very simple objects painted by hand, for Gu Zheng's group, they are the most important treasures related to life and death.

Without it, there is no way to guide the tribe in the right direction, and if it is wrong, it will go astray and end up in annihilation.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng sighed lightly, carefully studied every detail on this map, and memorized all of them in his heart, before rolling up this map that covered a large area, and storing it in one place with those ghost-like books, and carefully sealed it with animal skin sacs.

As for the rest of the skins, Gu Zheng just hastily cleaned them up and piled them together, I'm afraid that when I migrate early tomorrow morning, I still need to pile them on the pulley and transport them.

As for the bits and pieces that were placed on the outside of the large bags, most of them were the daily tools of the priests who were fired from clay pottery, which were quite precious for pottery that could be used as hard currency.

In addition, a very rare short Ge of this era, its head was actually fired in bronze and then inlaid on a wooden mallet, which may be the most valuable thing that the old priest passed on to him.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng sighed, and always felt that in this world of multiple elements similar to Xia mixed with the Classic of Mountains and Seas before the Chinese pre-Shang Dynasty, his own future was ...... It is full of boundless thorns.

However, man, he can't always fight for his life, and he can only fight in this unknown torrent.

Gu Zheng, who has done a good job of mental construction, has no dreams all night.

When I got up early the next morning, I saw that most of the people in the entire camp had dismantled the tent skins they lived in, and the rattan on the skeleton built in the middle was dismantled...... Headed for another camping place.

But the question is, why do they still use such an ancient pulley among their tribes with the Yak clan, which is not much different from the flatbed pulley used by Gu Zheng when he built the pyramids in ancient Egypt.

Although the area is large enough and can carry more things, in the process of migration, whether it is flexible mobility or effective use of manpower, it is too much different from the big carts of later generations.

And some of the pulleys are full of items, and when it is the turn of the last car, there are a few items on it, but everyone still has to send the same number of people to push this one, isn't it a waste?

Thinking of Gu Zheng here, he was annoyed again.

I shouldn't have believed Guiguzi's promise in the first place, but in the end, it was a mess.

Not only does the current Xiaowangshu have no extra energy to open the space-time tunnel, so that they can return at any time, but the completion reward that Guiguzi promised to pass on the knowledge of mechanics and mechanism to himself is afraid that it will no longer be able to be fulfilled.

If there is the mechanics of Guiguzi, the design and production of such a very simple tool, will he still use him Gu Zheng to explore it with memory?

That's the black technology that lights up the tech tree.

But just as Gu Zheng sighed alone, in the sea of his divine consciousness, in the space of the sleeping laughing book, it seemed as if it was activated by Gu Zheng's lament, and a faint dripping sound sounded.

And after this voice fell, Gu Zheng's mind really appeared with a gray and sudden expression of the technology tree.

If you look closely, it is now a bare tree trunk, standing very desolate in this gray mist of divine consciousness, not to mention how pitiful.

Maybe it's because Gu Zheng had a flash of inspiration just now, and Gu Zheng, who had been staring at the trunk of the tree carefully for a long time, finally saw a pitiful bud-like branch on the body of the tree, slowly protruding from it, and on the top of this strange thin branch, there was a small nameplate hanging tremblingly, with two very simple characters written on it: collection (wood, mineral)

But what he wants to light up is the manufacture of tool carts, why did he come up with a most basic collection?

Gu Zheng casually put the animal skin bag in his tent on a relatively empty pulley, and just wanted to ask if the patriarch clan had any experience in logging and mining, Gu Zheng, who was close to the car, suddenly found that the wheel of the cart that their tribe was pushing now was actually made of a whole piece of wood of unknown tree species.