There are a lot of words on the stone wall, Zhang Heng's face is incredible, these lines may not be real words, but they already have the form of words, and he actually saw the charm of Chinese characters, this, how is this possible?

"King, woo~~!" Wu ran over, pointing to the salt bag and then to the stone wall.

Zhang Heng suddenly thought of the butterfly effect that the teacher said in geography class, could it be that he is like a little butterfly now, and doing something unintentionally is enough to affect the development of the original space?

A salt bag that can only be used as garbage in modern society, to the primitive society actually triggered the creation of words, Zhang Heng was still shocked at this time, at first he also thought about teaching primitive people to write, but then gave up after careful thinking, not to mention primitive people, there are still many old farmers in the village today who do not know how to read, this is not the same way.

The teacher said that there must be a material foundation before you can pursue spiritual enjoyment, just like in the village, if you can't eat at home, how to let the children study, and suddenly sighed, my sister didn't read because the family was too poor.

Primitive societies are not bad for words, but for food! But now Wu has triggered the idea of creating words through salt bags, but it is a great thing, with words, there will be inheritance, there will be transmission, and civilization will be produced!

Zhang Heng actually doesn't have the concept of protecting wild animals, which is also a common problem of the people in the village, such as seeing pheasants, the first reaction is to call to eat meat, the primitive society needs the surname of the beast, and needs a more powerful hunting ability, at least until the powerful beast herd is hunted for most of it, he is also trying to adapt to this primitive survival law, as long as there is a roar of wild beasts at night, the fighting blood in the body can not be cooled......

"King, king!" Wu suddenly pointed to the middle part of the stone wall.

Zhang Heng heard the prestige, his face suddenly felt a little unnatural, in the middle of the stone wall was a scribbled picture, on which a strong man was vaguely drawn, fighting the ancient giant tiger, followed by the giant tiger falling, the man looked up to the sky and roared, there was a sun on the top, and the pattern of this sun was very realistic.

Then on the third picture, the man is holding a scepter, the staff is like a snake, look closely, but it looks like a dragon, and there is a messy pattern next to it, I don't know if it is an illusion, Zhang Heng actually sees these lines as a primitive person, and this man is the one who painted him if nothing else...... There are also some patterns like knives and fires on the side, which are easy to identify.

Zhang Heng was quite embarrassed at this time, did he draw him too strongly? It's a big difference from the truth.

Shook his head, don't think about it for the time being, this time I didn't have much time to come in, mainly for herbs, and I was about to ask for herbs with Wu, but I was attracted by the situation in the cave, bacon, a lot of bacon, and a lot of sweet potatoes!

"King!" Ba shouted with his twin axes.

Zhang Heng smiled and nodded, Babi seemed to be a little stronger before.

"King, roar, sun, dragon, harvest!" Kneeling on the ground again in the cave, Zhang Heng took a while to calm everyone down, he had watched the fight between the monkey kings on TV, and the defeated side would comb the new monkey king and catch fleas. But what happened to him now was different, the primitive people didn't bow down many times because of his combat effectiveness, shook their heads, and never figured it out, maybe it was because he brought food and weapons.

In reality, I just eat, I didn't feel hungry at this time, Zhang Heng didn't rush to eat, called Shangba and Wu out of the cave together, and the eyes were green and secluded, the original beast pen was still there, but the land that had been burned around was encircled again, and the land area was already more than 20 acres, and it was already afternoon when the sun was identified.

After the spring tribe except for the children, there was not much labor, and in the absence of labor tools, they actually built a large number of animal pens and planted sweet potatoes well, Zhang Heng had to sigh, primitive people farming is more powerful than the old farmers in the village.

"King, sweet potato, beast pen!" Wu shouted excitedly.

Zhang Heng nodded and praised: "Well, you guys are doing a good job, much better than you imagined!" ”

"Woo, king!" Wu seemed to hear the praise, and raised his cane and roared!

Zhang Heng was happy, and Suo took out the crutch pinned to the belt and waved it, so that it was almost the same as the shape on the stone wall pattern.

The time was not early, in order to avoid being too tired mentally, Zhang Heng did not go down, nor did he plan to go into the forest this time, but walked into the seedling field, which has now expanded, because the dozens of square meters were full of unknown plants.

The last time he left, it was almost winter, the stems and leaves of the plant were still green, but the edges of the leaves were a little red, and now I looked at it, it was still like this, and I couldn't help but wonder if this plant was perennial, not a season of growth, which was not the same as the ginger growth law that I guessed before, and it was more like a plantain species that I guessed later.

The stems and seedlings are very tall, reaching one meter and five, and the rhizome is about the thickness of a thumb, and the last time I cut it, I saw that there was a lot of water in it, and it should be used to feed livestock.

Last time, I dug a tuber out, but then I was busy with tiger meat and forgot about it, and now I have nothing to do at this time, and I nodded with satisfaction, this time the tuber is bigger, half of last year's old tuber is white-gray, and half of it is newly grown this year, pure white is very tender, and the weight adds up to about four catties.

"The old tuber won't rot, and it can expand the growth area, if this thing can be eaten, isn't it even more powerful than sweet potatoes?" Zhang Heng muttered.

At this time, I have a strong urge to find a small animal to test and eat, but how to find it for a while, after thinking about it, I just brought this tuber to reality and bought some chickens and ducks to test it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng was suddenly stunned, can he bring the chickens and ducks in reality into the primitive space, just the sweet potato rattan is enough to feed the chickens and ducks! Then the chickens lay eggs, the eggs hatch into chickens, and there is a vast land in the primeval space......

Zhang Heng felt that there were countless chickens and ducks flying in front of him, and finally they quacked, and they all fell down, turning into red tickets piled up on the ground, he pounced on them, lying in the middle of the money pile, these money are so new, you can smell the ink, fragrant, it's so fragrant......

"King, eat, eat!" Ba's voice came.

Zhang Heng wiped his saliva, and when he saw it, he was holding two hot roasted sweet potatoes and handed them over, it turned out that the fragrance just now was sweet potatoes......

"Good, eat, eat! Next time the king invites you to roast chicken. Zhang Hengle said happily, although he was not hungry, it was nothing to eat a sweet potato, so he took it and ate it in a big gulp.

Suddenly thinking of the purpose of this trip, he followed and said: "Wu, I want herbs, herbs to treat wounds......"

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