After three suns, Zhang Heng lay leisurely on the boulder and bathed, with a jar of fresh filter starch slurry next to him, or because it had been put for a long time, the starch had precipitated, and a thin layer was laid at the bottom of the tank.

"Poof!" Zhang Heng turned over, stretched out his index finger and stirred in the jar for a moment, and when the starch melted into the water, he took a big sip, "Tsk!" At first, he never thought that starch could be eaten like this, until a large number of filtration suddenly came to mind, and he fell in love with this slurry after trying it, and the primitive people also liked it very much, not only delicious, but also full, starch is the essence of the plant tuber.

"Hu'er, hey~~~!" But seeing below, the primitive people are very lively and competing.

Zhang Heng always wanted to reward, but he didn't expect that the first reward was this simple starch, a hundred steps away from the east of the ditch, there was a row of targets, a total of ten, the size of which decreased in turn, the largest was the size of a dustpan, and the smallest was a sweet potato that was only a little bigger than a fist, which was made of soft plant stems, and the arrows could be easily shot into it without damaging the arrows. On the other side, fifty paces to the west, there was also a row of targets, the same material. Men on the left and women on the right, men shoot 100 steps, women shoot 50 steps.

As long as you can shoot the largest target, you will be rewarded with a mouthful of starch slurry, the target decreases in turn, and the starch reward increases in turn, if you can shoot the smallest sweet potato target, Wang said, you can drink the slurry casually in the future, it is delicious!

As soon as such a reward came out, in addition to the children, even the half-grown children also participated, and they all wanted to shoot on the target to win the reward, because the king would personally send the starch slurry, which was the highest honor.

But as a result, among the men, except for the bearded man who hit the tenth, ninth, and eighth targets and won six booze rewards, only Qin Shou and Bugu were on the tenth target and won one reward.

And among the women, only Mei and another woman from the tribe got on the No. 10 target fifty steps away, in the face of such a bleak situation, Zhang Heng's mood was both helpless and happy, no wonder he couldn't shoot the biggest target, it turned out that it was not that he was not talented, but the environment of the primitive space was like this, of course, it was also possible that he set the distance too far.

The half-grown children couldn't shoot fifty paces because of their low strength, and the north side was hurrying to make a target of thirty paces.

Archery activities continue to be hot, the results are counted by Wu, Wu's progress is very fast, has been able to skillfully use the number of units, breaking fingers can already add or subtract the number within ten, to make him sigh, whether it is realistic or primitive, fingers are often the best exercise props for digital beginners.

After all, the target is limited, and primitive people cannot control their time at will, because they must participate in the work of the tribe, and the work carried out now is to make starch.

Most of the strength is great, Zhang Heng put forward a request, two days ago everyone found several natural stone troughs for him, and carried them back, and then it was simple, after the sweet potatoes were roughly washed, they were thrown into the stone troughs with the skin, and then beaten with a big stick like mud, and when they reached a certain amount, they filled the spring water with a jar, and stirred it evenly with a wooden stick.

After that, the slightly turbid slurry is scooped into the woven funnel with a jar, and below the funnel is another stone trough, and the slurry flowing out through the gap in the funnel needs to be precipitated in the stone trough for half a day, and the water on it is gently scooped out, and the starch mud is grabbed out and evenly smeared on the big green leaves, and it is sunburned in the sun, and after the water is evaporated, it is starch, which is specially stored by the witch as a luxury food for the tribe.

The slag left in the funnel is directly fed to chickens and ducks, it doesn't matter if hundreds of chickens and ducks can't eat them all, just catch some large beasts and come back to feed, what surprises Zhang Heng is that as long as it is herbivores, they still like to eat the slag left after filtration, which makes him think of the food problem of breeding in the future, the powder slag can just be solved, and it is too wasteful to feed sweet potatoes directly.

Primitive people have a very tacit understanding of each other's labor, and will choose their own capable parts, which leads to the completion of each process well, beating the sweet potato puree with great strength, scooping water with little strength, and smearing the powder to dry the powder consciously and carefully.

Of course, there are also people who think that they can retire, that is Zhang Heng, he directly lay on the big stone to bask in the sun, this is also the first time he has lived so leisurely in the primordial space, well, it would be better if there was no beast roar in the distant forest.

After moving my hands and feet, I lay down for half a day, and I felt that I couldn't lie down, and I was uncomfortable, so I wanted to move, and immediately jumped off the boulder and ran to practice archery, "Xiuxiu~~!" "The movement is free, ten arrows are shot out one after another, and the arrows miss the target!

smiled bitterly, and simply ran to the women's fifty steps target, and it was ten arrows, and this time he actually hit the ten target, the largest of the three arrows, not bad, very good, this is almost the same level as Mei.

But immediately the bearded man came over, and an arrow shot out, directly hitting the women's No. 3 target, Zhang Heng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, patted the bearded shoulder, and could only sigh that he was worthy of being the indirect inventor of the wooden bow, and his talent took the lead, leaving everyone far behind.

But Zhang Heng was not discouraged, talent is a small probability after all, even if there is no talent, you can improve the hit rate through proficiency, the time of primitive people is actually very sufficient, now there are more men in the tribe, and you can catch the living beast back when you go out hunting together, the weather is too hot to make bacon, so you put the beast in the beast cage, and when you want to eat meat, you can go into a man to fight in the beast cage, which can not only exercise the ability to fight, but also kill the beast just to eat meat.

Of course, in the process of fighting, there are men outside the cage to guard to avoid accidents, and the black powder of the witch configuration can also play a short-term role in expelling the beast, which can be used to save life at critical moments.

Zhang Heng had been trying to figure out what this black powder was, but Wu said that it was given to him by Yan of the Kui tribe, and Zhang Heng was depressed, but he was also looking forward to going to the Kui tribe to see it.

――――――――――――

After five suns, among the twenty adult men, there are already seven men who can get on the No. 10 target, Qin Shou and Cuckoo both hit the No. 7 target, and the bearded man shot the No. 3 target a hundred steps away, only the football mouth, with this hit rate, can already shoot the head of the beast within 100 steps, of course, you have to fight, because the beast does not fix the target, it can run.

Ba and Yuming were not on target, well, with Zhang Heng, it can be said that it is difficult to be a brother, and they can only find another way, in fact, Zhang Heng himself sighed, because the two men didn't think that there was anything good about bows and arrows, and axes and chains were the love of the two.

Early in the morning, Zhang Heng carved another stroke on the stone slab, it was time to set off, go outside the forest to see, and then come back before the winter, because he disappeared from somewhere, and next time he appeared somewhere, he didn't want to return to reality in the deep mountains, in case there happened to be a big tiger lying next to the space next to him, and the consequences would ......

"Wu, I'm going to take a look at the Kui tribe, I'll be back before winter, I'll take half of the men with me." Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, he planned to take them all away, but now the women's bow and arrow hit rate is still very weak, and the power is not as powerful as the men, and it is not enough to guard the tribe, so some men must be left.

But this time Wu's answer surprised him a little: "Wang, Wu, yes, I want to go to the Kui tribe." Then he pointed to the stone slabs that had been preserved one after another, with records of what happened in these days, as well as the previous "egg hunting" and other events.

Zhang Heng wiped his forehead, he didn't go to spread the great glorious event of the "king", if he brought the slate that Wu Tishang bragged about him to the door, it would make him lose face. Before, because he was curious about the progress of the text created by the witch, he specifically inquired about the meaning of these stone tablets, so he had figured out that they were all exaggerating and boasting about his exploits, such as the earliest time when he easily killed the tiger alone, and the real situation was obviously that n men from the Kui tribe held it down, and he just stepped forward and stabbed it easily.

"Wang, King Taihao, the king's Taihao tribe, tribe!" Wu suddenly raised his scepter and roared loudly.

"Tribe!" Next to him, Yu Ming ran over quickly, also holding the scepter high to show his status.

"The King's Tribe!" Mei's coquettish shouts came, and there was also a scepter.

Zhang Heng smiled bitterly, this is a cocoon to bind himself, it was he who gave the wooden crutches a special meaning, and now the three crutches are held high and represent the will of the entire tribe in disguise, that is, they all agree with Wu going out with the slate, take a deep breath, don't think about it, and roar: "Tribe, everything for the tribe!" ”

ps: The fourth update is here, and the four chapters today have added up to 10,000 words, fulfilling the promise of word count updates! The fifth update will not stay up late to write.,Now I'm going to take a bath and sleep.,Raise your spirits and continue to code words tomorrow.,Ask for collections.,Recommend tickets!