The pouring rain came and went as fast as it came, and after only fifteen minutes the dark clouds in the sky had drifted into the distance, and the sky cleared and the sun shone brightly, filling the air with the smell of earth.

"Did it stop so soon?" Lin Huo looked at the sky in some surprise.

"Let's get on with our work! Build the wall earlier so that you can have a comfortable place to live. Wang Lang said a lot to the people in the straw hut.

"Job, job!" The soldiers shouted for peace, urging the people who had sheltered from the rain to continue their work.

With this rare rainfall, the earth suddenly came to life, and the wilted weeds became more upright under the moisture of the rain.

When the rain stopped, Wang Lang asked people to prepare four pottery plates, on which he wrote the names of the four people who died in the snake belly.

The next day, after the pottery slabs were fired, all the tribesmen stopped working, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Lang personally put the clay slabs with four names written on them into the wooden pit and buried them.

"Do you really want to do that?" Lin Huo asked.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "This is what I have to do, you all go back, I'll just be here by myself." ”

Lin Huo sighed and waved his hand to let everyone disperse.

After the clansmen left, Wang Lang sat in front of the four graves and looked a little lonely.

Looking at the four new tombs, Wang Lang shook his head, I don't know how many people will be buried here in the future, in this world, human life can be said to be worthless, for nearly three years, Wang Lang worked hard to maintain his true heart, he knew that he was not a kind person, everything he did was just to make his life better.

But to achieve this goal, I don't know how many lives have been lost along the way.

Disease, war, natural disasters, even a simple scratch may cost a person's life, the fragility of life makes Wang Lang feel fear, he doesn't know how long he can live in this world, people are afraid of death, and he himself is no exception.

As a primitive person who has not received the baptism of science, he still has a soul sustenance after death, but Wang Lang himself understands that if he dies, he is really dead, but he has become nourishment and returns to heaven and earth, and there will be no trace of himself in this world.

At night, the reeds by the river reed sounded with the sound of insects, and the clansmen had already gone to sleep after dinner, and the stars carefully placed Wang He on the straw mat, and quietly walked out of the door and came to Wang Lang's side.

"Lang, you haven't eaten for a day, I left you some meat, you can eat some!" Fanxing took the piece of meat and said to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang smiled, touched Fanxing's hair, shook his head and said, "No need, they died because of my mistakes, I should do this, you go back to sleep, don't worry about me." ”

"But your body..."

"Don't worry, it's okay, go back, that little thing should wake up in a while, go back!" Wang Lang said softly.

Fanxing still wanted to continue to persuade, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips, he looked at Wang Lang worriedly, and couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart, and finally had no choice but to return to the tribe.

In the early morning, when people woke up from their sleep, they saw Wang Lang still sitting straight next to the grave, as if he had never moved.

Looking at Wang Lang's back, everyone was in awe, and the new clansmen who joined the tribe could also be treated like this by Wang Lang, then they should die without regrets.

On this day, no one bothered Wang Lang, but people worked harder, the wall had begun to ram the earth, and with the concerted efforts of everyone, the progress was rapid, and it was almost one-third completed in one day.

After hunting the Titan Python, the fishermen set out again on this day, setting up rafts with crossbows, emboldening the people to enter the lake that took the lives of the four without fear.

The fishing went well, no terrible monsters were encountered, and the live fish in baskets were transported to the tribe, and everyone thought that they were already the masters of the world, and nothing could threaten them.

Self-confidence was formed in their hearts, and the look of cowardice and fear in their eyes was gone, and the tribe seemed to be full of vitality.

In the evening, Wang Lang, who had been guarding the spirit for two days, was already extremely weak, Lin Huo carried Wang Lang back to the house, and the women boiled some corn porridge and served it to Wang Lang to replenish his physical strength.

The old people of the tribe gathered around Wang Lang's house, waiting for news from inside.

And the heart-keepers waited outside the old walls, praying to the gods that their leader would recover soon.

Lin Huo walked out of the door and said to everyone: "The leader has fallen asleep after drinking the porridge, you all go back, don't make noise until the leader rests." ”

People breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to cheer, but they were afraid that it would affect Wang Lang's rest, so they could only suppress the excitement in their hearts and stay away from the house.

Wang Lang's behavior will be widely spread in this tribe, and thousands of years later, the descendants have become legends, and the deeds of the ancient saints appear in the students' textbooks.

Upstream of the river, riverside village.

Jianya looked at the dozen or so yellow-skinned men and women in front of him, squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you the only ones who escaped?" ”

"Great Chief, my companions have all died on the way, only those of us have escaped, the Fire Tribe spreads, as long as you come here, you can be protected by the Children of the Sun, the powerful tribe of the East, the threat of the tribe that is not afraid of the Fire, Great Chief, please take us in." An older clansman prostrate on the ground and said with tears in his eyes.

"Son of the Sun, what do you mean?" Jianya asked with a frown.

"Since the defeat of the Fire Tribe challenging your tribe, it has been circulating among slaves for some time, and a mysterious tribe has appeared in the east, and the leader of that tribe is the child of the Sun God, and the Sun God has sent his child to nag the mortal world to rescue us slaves of suffering, as long as we escape here, the Fire Tribe will not harm us." The man explained respectfully.

"Dark clouds, what do you think of this situation?" Jianya asked the dark clouds beside him.

Wuyun touched his chin and thought for a while and said, "I guess the leader's plan has succeeded, and the guy called Wings has already started to act." ”

"Oh!" Jianya raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect that slave to be a good one, so what do you think we should do with them, whether to stay here or send them to Lang." ”

"Let's stay here, my side is still a little short of manpower, although it has just rained, alleviating the drought, but the crops damaged in the last war have not yet recovered, and now the food is a little insufficient, more food must be planted, these people can do it faster if they stay here." Wuyun said slowly.

Jianya nodded, looked at the dozen fugitive slaves, and said, "You can stay here." ”

The fugitive slaves were overjoyed when they heard this, and they knelt on the ground and kept bowing to the strong teeth, and kept shouting, "Thank you, Great Son of the Sun." ”

"Make no mistake about it, I'm not the child of the sun, what you call the son of the sun should be our leader, and I'm just the head of this village." Jianya snorted coldly.