When they came to the outside of the shack, Yang Li beckoned everyone to come over, and Falcon Wing hurriedly dropped the work in his hand and urged everyone to gather around Yang Li to listen to the teachings of the new patriarch.

Yang Li found that a tribal warrior was still holding a red-hot wooden block in his palm, and hesitated, this was the fire that had just been taken from the large bonfire in the center of the settlement, he carefully wrapped it in a few damp leaves, as if he was holding some treasure, but when he was summoned by the Falcon Wing, he immediately struggled whether to put the fire back, or take it with him first.

As far as the eye can see, the settlement is full of smoke.

Yang Li suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

This is the time for everyone to eat, take the fire from the big bonfire in the settlement, return to the stove of each house, set up the firewood, and cook the food, and now it is just halfway through the process, it is interrupted by Yang Li's call.

When Yang Li's grandfather was alive, he ate very slowly, a plate of cut meat and a cup of wine, and when his family dispersed, he could sit at the table alone for a long time.

Grandma said, "I'm going to finish eating, I'll wash the dishes."

Grandpa said, you can't urge, the meal is as big as the king's law.

What does it mean, in ancient times, death row prisoners were going to the execution ground, and they had to eat a good meal first, which is the so-called decapitated meal, and it is good to go on the road when they are full, which is regarded as the last respect for life.

Yang Jiao felt guilty in his heart, and hurriedly stopped Falcon Wing's behavior of gathering everyone, let's say that we have to let everyone finish the meal, right?

A look of confusion flashed across Falcon's hairy face.

"That," Yang Jiao looked embarrassed, grabbed the shoulders of the falcon wings and broke them back, "Let's go, go back to eat first." ”

"Stop." Yulia came to her side at some point and ordered coldly.

Yang Jiao held her forehead with her hand, ready to have a good exchange with Mao Mei, and asked her not to make trouble, but when she looked at the girl again, she found that her whole person's spirit had changed.

Yulia's body was as straight as a javelin, her shoulders were tense, she raised her head, her chest was straight, her abdomen was tucked, her feet were together, her military boots snapped, she took a deep breath, and then shouted in a military-style voice that resounded through half of the settlement: "Riverland!" All – assemble! ”

Thousands of years later, an army swept across the Great Plains of Eastern Europe with a torrent of steel, planting the red flag in the Reichstag in Berlin.

This time, everyone quickly threw down what they were doing, the initial bonfire was quickly extinguished, and even the half-cut meat was thrown on the ground indiscriminately, and everyone ran through the settlement and gathered beside Yang Jiao.

"It's too slow," Yulia looked at the multi-function watch on her wrist, walked up to Yang Li, stretched out a finger and pointed it at his chest, leaned closer, and said in a low voice, "You are the leader, and the order given by the leader cannot be taken back easily." ”

Yulia stood at the back, and Yang Li was thoughtful.

But Yang Li's thinking didn't want to turn this corner, he knew what Yulia was doing, and he knew the intention of doing so, but he wanted to see everyone live a plain and stable life, and it was best to ignore him, the patriarch.

Is this realistic? In such an era, such a tribe, can the patriarch be the shopkeeper?

Bison Neck knew he was old and had old wounds, but when the tribe was at its most dangerous, he would pick up his spear and charge up!

Isn't he afraid of death? He's afraid! He has lived for half a century, leading the tribe through decades of peace, he is more qualified than anyone else to live, but he must lead by example, rush to the most dangerous place when he survives, and then the warriors of the entire tribe will follow and rush up.

This is not a dinner party, and a tribe without cohesion and execution will quickly die out in the long river of history.

Yang Li cleared his throat and looked at everyone present: "Next, I will show you a very efficient method of making a fire, which has no divine power, and it is a tool that you and I can use." ”

According to Yang Jiao's idea at the beginning, whoever is willing to come to learn, he will teach whomever he wants, including teaching and teaching, and does not charge tuition.

Now it seems that I have to learn all of them, and no one is missing.

Yulia clasped her hands to her chest and stood at the back of the crowd.

Yang Li picked up a section of branches, took out a tactical dagger and cut it, peeled off the slightly damp bark, scraped off the uneven knots and twigs, and slightly thinned the two ends to form a 20-centimeter-long wooden strip. A straw rope was tied to the two ends of the wooden strip with a knife to cut out a notch, and the wooden strip was bent to form a small bow.

Of course, this bow cannot be used for archery, it is called the fire bow, and it is a tool used to replace the action of "hand rubbing" in drilling wood for fire.

The earliest method of human beings to make a fire was to drill a wooden stick into another piece of wood, forcibly drill to the ignition point, and then use blades of grass and other items with a relatively low ignition point to make fire.

Later, the IQ of primitive people increased, and they found that it was too tiring to forcibly drill wood like this, and halfway through drilling, the rain blew a strong wind or something, and it was all ruined.

What to do?

Find a wooden board, make a round hole, and then insert the wooden stick used as a "drill" into it to fix the position, so that no matter how your hand rubs on it, the wooden stick will not shift, and the efficiency will be improved.

However, there are more time-saving and labor-saving methods.

"Everyone's focused." Yang Li clapped his hands vigorously, making everyone look at him, and at that moment he seemed to be possessed by a high school teacher, so he almost pinched out a chalk head and threw it on the head of the disobedient student.

Yes, it was the guy who deserted, Yulia, who didn't listen well at this time, but took a few berries over there and stuffed them in his mouth.

Turning around to clean her up, Yang Jiao secretly gritted his teeth and continued to explain: "It's all optimistic, look at my movements." ”

This is a reminder to the students that the key points are marked.

Yang Jiao bent the fire bow slightly, so that the bowstring was loose and no longer tight, and then wound the long strip of wooden drill around the bowstring.

This results in a very rudimentary pulley structure.

The drill is perpendicular to the bowarm, and the bowstring wraps around the barrel of the barrel, which moves to different positions as the cylinder rolls.

So the reverse is understood, as long as the position of the wooden drill is fixed and the fire bow is moved, then the wooden drill will rotate rapidly under the drive of the bowstring.

The power and speed of this rotation is many times faster than drilling by hand.

Yang Li took a small piece of wood, dug a hole in the middle, placed it in the palm of his hand, and used the hole to push against the other end of the drill—this was to prevent the fast-moving drill from hurting his hand that was used to fix the top of the drill.

At this point, all the elements for starting the fire are ready.

As soon as you pull the fire bow, the wooden drill on the bowstring whizzes and turns rapidly, and the fire bow is pulled back and forth, up to five times with your hands.

The hay in the grooves of the wooden blocks below began to smoke.

All the clan members barely held their breath.

So fast?

You must know that when the bison neck patriarch is still alive, it usually takes half a day or even a day to make a fire, and it takes a lot of physical strength, and after making a fire, the hand will also take off a layer of skin due to the back and forth friction with the wooden drill.

It's not an ordinary job.

But now, this messenger of the god of fire who saved the tribe, even if he didn't use his divine power (flint and steel), could make the withered grass smoke in a few breaths, what an incredible thing.

What does this mean?

In the future, each member of the tribe will have the ability to make a fire on their own as long as they learn this method.

Maybe modern people will ask, isn't it just to make a fire? Awesome?

But this is the age of savagery, with behemoths rampant, and humans are only relatively scattered on the planet.

A sharp stone spear can make you and the saber-toothed tiger live and die, but a blazing torch can make it retreat.

Eat cooked meat, avoid parasites, destroy most of the bacteria in your food, and what could surpass the power of fire.

Why do modern people know that barbecued food should not be eaten more, but they still can't resist onion grilled steak, cumin lamb skewers, Zhuge grilled fish, and sizzling squid...... The temptation is rushing.

Because for tens of thousands of years, baked food is beneficial to eat, and this experience has been deeply imprinted into the genes of the human race, so that when you find food cooked by fire, the cells of your whole body will rush you wildly.

Ate it.

In human civilization, the earliest cooked food came from animals burned by thunder or forest fires, and this state is closest to barbecue.

Fire - Food - Safety - Civilization.

Yang Li is carrying a glorious mission.

With the repeated pull of the fire bow, the dead grass in the wooden blocks below beeped, and the sparks rose and the flames rose.

Everything happens in a blink of an eye.

Falcon Wing hurriedly handed over the slightly thicker dry branches that had been prepared to Yang Jiao to ensure that the flame burned more vigorously, in fact, there was no need to burn the flame anymore, but the ancient tribesmen still cherished the flame in their hearts, for fear that it would be extinguished in the next moment.

Yang Li put a half-meter-long wooden stick on the newborn flame and lit it, raised it above his head, and spun around in place under the gaze of more than 100 excited eyes, so that everyone could see the burning and jumping flame.

As night fell, it was supposed to be dinner time.

It's just that no one cares about hunger at this moment, and after a moment of silence, the whole settlement erupted into a tsunami-like cheer, Yang Jiao was surrounded in the middle of the crowd, looking at the faces that were either excited or excited, and a burst of heat surged in his heart.

That's right, let this fire burn, we all have an unquenchable hope.

Yang Li saw the tribal warrior who held the fire before and did not dare to throw it away, at this time he held the fire bow tightly, and completed his first fire next to the stone pile, he held the small cluster of burning grass and laughed, completely ignoring the fire burning his palm.

Hayabusa has finally succeeded in making a fire every time, and he has moved away from mere imitation of movements and inherited the skills of his father.

Yulia's apple-colored cheeks were full of smiles, which looked so good in the firelight, and when she saw Yang Li peeking at her, a trace of shyness flashed between her eyebrows, and then she raised her eyebrows and glared at her.

Everyone took out all the food stored at home and started a carnival around the big bonfire, everyone could share, and everyone was eager to pile their own food in front of Yang Li and Yulia.

At this time, they are not afraid that the storage will become smaller, and the next meal will not be found.

Because they believed that the new leader would bring them prosperity and a good future, the giant pig that would feed the tribe for a week was a living proof of this.

It's just that there was a faint rumbling and humming at the door of the settlement, and the sound grew louder and louder, so that most people stopped what they were doing and looked towards the gate.

Yang Li frowned and got up, only to see a giant man nearly two meters tall, wrapped in a dark brown heavy animal skin, with a long-handled stone hammer the size of a dustpan in his hand, swaying into the camp.

The giant man's eyes are like copper bells, the sound is like a bell, the waist is ten girths, the shoulders are wide and three stops, and as soon as he opens his mouth, there is the sound of an urn that trembles the eardrums, but what can be said is a pure Hewan accent.

"When will the position of the patriarch fall into the hands of outsiders!?"