A sudden storm swept across the island during the night, and the storm continued throughout the night until it was fully light. If it weren't for the fact that the people living on the island hadn't experienced something similar before, every clan had a cave to shelter from the rain, but what people didn't expect this time was that many of the rain curtains that changed the direction of the wind were poured directly into the cave when the wind was extremely strong.

When the storm passed, the fire of most of the clans was extinguished, and the only thing that made the people of the island happy was that the clan of the middle-aged wise man Feng Sanzai was very lucky to have preserved the fire.

The prestige that such a thing brought to the Three Wind Clans, coupled with the revelation brought by some unknown in the dark, suddenly made the Feng Clan's position on the island supreme.

"I think that mysterious foreign boy is somewhat unusual, after each clan passes the fire, as usual, let's also pass the fire to the infant clan."

"yes, by the way, see how they're doing?"

At the impromptu tribal meeting, many people proposed.

Feng San shook his head, still sticking to his previous opinion, and said the words that he had been preparing for a long time at this time: "If that person is really mysterious, some kind of person with mysterious powers that we can't know, I think such a thing should not be difficult for him, and illness will not go to him." And if he is just a mortal or an outsider who has seen more than us, we must keep in mind the ancestral teachings to prevent the bad luck that this person brings to us. Therefore, I think it's best to count the day and night with both hands, and don't rashly have any connection with the infant where the outsider is already ... ”

Although there are a few people who feel that Feng San's opinion is a little unkind, but in the face of the awe of mysterious luck after this kind of strange thing, after all, no one stands up for an outsider or those who are stupid or lazy in the tribe.

Of course, Yang Tian didn't understand the language of the tribes on the island at this time, but when he saw a little girl who went out to contact her after the heavy rain and came back crying, and said something to the others, more than ten old girls in the clan cried along with him, and felt that something was wrong. Yang Tian came to the high place and saw that there seemed to be smoke rising from the place where the other clans lived, but there was no fire here for a long time to cook. Yang Tian, who didn't understand the language of the tribe, also seemed to understand at this time: the crisis seemed to be coming.

And what makes Yang Tian a little unhappy is that if it is specifically aimed at an outsider like himself, it will be fine, but the tribe on this island even has such an attitude towards a certain clan inside, it seems: Maybe it is because of the lack of external competitive pressure and the lack of a sinister environment, the tribe on this island is by no means as simple and uplifting, united and positive as he imagined. I am afraid that it is not so easy to take advantage of these hundreds of people who are not very simple, and I am afraid that without an internal purge, it is not enough to rely on them to live in peace, let alone development.

At this moment, it seems that "drilling wood for fire" has become the most urgent task. Of course, Yang Tian was not stupid, and asked a dozen men, women, and children in the clan he belonged to to help find and raise relatively dry fire starters. After a heavy rain, it didn't seem to be so easy to find, but in the end, some were raised.

Yang Tian is not unaware of the difficulty of drilling wood for fire, so he tries his best to tell everyone through the hand-in-hand behavior in the case of language barriers: when a person drills wood for fire at the fastest speed and runs out of strength, the next one will immediately relay. So it seems that one of the five or six men who seem to be physically better should be completely sure of success?

However, without a fire bow and rope, Yang Tian, who did not know the slightest trick of drilling wood to make fire at this time, and the simple and dull men in the surrounding clans who were quite simple and obedient rubbed together for most of the day in the relay drilling wood for fire, and there were no eyebrows until it was almost dark.

At night, Yang Tian, who had a little understanding of the situation of these people in the clan around him, also felt a huge pressure. Because he did not bring food to this seemingly somewhat isolated clan during the day, and his actions during the day took up a lot of hunting time. If there is no decent progress tomorrow, and I am also ostracized in the clan around me, so that I can't let these people help me according to my own ideas in the future, then I am afraid that I will not be locked in a desperate situation and predicament for a long time...

Throughout the night, Yang Tian couldn't sleep in the silence and even faint crying of the people around him, under great pressure, Yang Tian had to come to a place far away from the sea and everyone to calm down, close his eyes and think alone about what went wrong, why drilling wood to make fire could not succeed? If it's because the ignition isn't dry enough? At least in the afternoon, the place where I and the others drilled should have looked dry, huh? Surely it was the method or something was wrong? What exactly did the Suiren use to succeed?

The first conjecture that made Yang Tian feel some bad was that perhaps some flammable dead leaves in a temperate dry climate must be used as ignition materials, and special dry wood must be used, and it is also wood with special vegetation? In that case, wouldn't it be impossible to make fire on this island?

No matter how he thought about it, Yang Tian, who didn't have much clue, seemed to give up a little: "Perhaps, I am a little too anxious and my vision is too high, right?" ”

In order to improve the mood of the people in the clan around him, Yang Tian casually sang a cheerful children's song: "Our Motherland is a Garden" In fact, Yang Tian has not tried pop songs, but the overly avant-garde pop song tunes do not seem to be appreciated by the natives of this era, or those songs with more simple and simple emotions seem to be able to resonate with the people around him.

There are not many means of entertainment, and there is no cultural transmission brought about by the exchange of talented individuals who are good at singing and dancing among the primitive tribes on the land, and the entertainment life of the tribes on the island is extremely boring. Therefore, even if a teenager sings nursery rhymes, it feels weird, and the people around him quickly get rid of the pressure that they seem to be able to feel in reality...

Just when Yang Tian inadvertently recalled his childhood during a break after singing children's songs, an incident that seemed to have no direct enlightening value made Yang Tian's heart a little moved: "I remember that there was a carpenter in the courtyard when I was a child, and I could often hear the sound of sawing wood. Although the sawn wood lathe is still far from what you need now, can you use some rotating machinery to cooperate with the rope, just like the bicycle principle, to improve the speed and efficiency of drilling wood? ”

However, some seemingly simple ideas have encountered obstacles when they think about it carefully. In this island clan, where there is no metal, and there is not even a little abundance of stone tools, it seems very difficult and complicated to make even a wooden board or a wooden plate like a board, and I don't know how much effort it takes...

However, the hard work paid off, and after Yang Tian's serious thinking, he finally came up with a way to use the used turtle shell as a rotating tool, and use rattan as a belt to drive the wooden stick to rotate to drill wood for fire. And with the prestige he has accumulated, he should be able to get everyone to help him at least half a morning or half an afternoon?

With the previous day's preparation, the dry firewood and grass also seem to be a little easier to prepare. Yang Tian and the people in the clan around him found a fairly smooth rock, that is, the seaside rock where they usually eat. Then he prepared a turtle shell with a "rattan belt" and a wooden stick, and made a few obvious dents in the wooden stick with a stone, which seemed to be more difficult for the rattan belt to slide easily, and then began to try to drill wood for fire.

At first, it was still not very smooth, but the previous work had made Yang Tian understand that any seemingly simple work was not so simple when he first got started. After using other bone tools against the wooden stick to prevent friction against the palm of the person who was holding the wooden stick, under Yang Tian's arrangement, the twelve people in the four groups were still a little more flexible, and they could barely cooperate with the officers under Yang Tian's instructions to start shifts to drill wood for fire.

I don't know how long it took, maybe two hours, maybe three hours, and the white smoke finally came out with the excited cries of the people. Yang Tian motioned for people to continue, he didn't have much experience, and Yang Tian, who was very worried about failure, didn't see the rabbit and didn't scatter the eagle. When the tip of the stick was burnt with the black head of the stick, not only smoke came out, but also a dark red glow. The people who had been prepared for a long time quickly took action ...

The sweaty and even tired body and mind couldn't hide Yang Tian's joy like many people around him: "This is just a small step for me, but it may be a big step for the entire clan around me, and even the entire tribe... ”

However, what Yang Tian didn't know at this time was that in this island tribe that was not very simple, the success of his own artificial fire had also become the reason for the fear and adventure of the clan in Fengsan's tribe.