Coming to the place where he was looking for spices last time, looking at the reddish-brown soil, Wang Hao buckled a piece with his fingers. After crushing the www.biquge.info pen, he put it in his hand and observed it carefully for a while, and finally sniffed it with his nose and found that it was indeed a fine clay.

Howling excitedly, Wang Hao felt that he was one step closer to drinking a mouthful of delicious fish soup. I have to admit that sometimes, eating is the driving force behind human progress.

It was only after eating the plants in the forest that they were roasted because of the fire that humans learned to use fire.

In order to eat meat, humans learned to hunt.

In order to eat non-bitter salt, humans slowly learned to make salt.

In order to eat boiled food, the bronze tripod will be made.

Of course, all this is Wang Hao's personal speculation. It's just that the path he is taking now is a road to food.

The firing of the clay pot takes almost a day. It's not that you can't fire it in the wild, it's just that it's too risky. So Wang Hao decided to take some of the clay and bring it back to the village.

Seeing that the clansmen were empty-handed, Wang Hao patted his head and downloaded the second technology, making a shovel.

Of course, there is no iron, and the secondary system can only absorb materials with Wang Hao as the center and a radius of one meter. It was nowhere near enough iron from the dirt to make a shovel. Therefore, the shovel was replaced by ironwood.

The second-level system can download a copy of the first-level technology every two days, so Wang Hao doesn't have to save as much as he used to.

A piece of iron wood disappeared without a trace in front of the eyes of the clansmen, and according to Wang Hao, it was sacrificed to the ancestral god. For such a miracle, the people had no other idea than to be stunned.

Iron wood is hard, but it lacks toughness, so it is not a good material for making bows and arrows.

A centuries-old piece of ironwood was exchanged for ten wooden shovels, and most of the remaining materials were stored in the system space.

Wang Hao has been unclear about the definition of system space. He tried countless times to cram non-material things into the system space, but never succeeded. Moreover, whether it was the rosewood from last time or the ironwood this time, once it entered the system space, there was no way to take it out. Unless it's made into a tool.

The clansmen did not understand Wang Hao's behavior of coming so far away to collect soil. In their eyes, there is no difference between clay and ordinary clay. There is so much mud in their village that there is no need to dig up and bring it back from this far place.

Although they didn't understand it in their hearts, out of trust in Wang Hao or the ancestral gods, they still meticulously carried out the task of digging and transporting soil.

Wooden shovels are not as good as iron shovels, and in order to pursue hardness, each wooden shovel is very thick, and it is very difficult to enter the soil. Because there were no carts, the process of transporting soil was completely changed from mechanical force to manpower.

Whether it is digging or transporting soil, it takes a lot of effort. If it were on Earth, even if you paid 500 yuan a day, no one would want to do it. However, the primitive people on the Great Wilderness lacked everything, but the only thing they lacked was strength.

Wang Hao took the lead in digging a few shovels demonstratively, and then wiped his sweat and left. In his words, it was to look for spices and make a delicious grilled fish for his people in the evening.

His statement was unanimously supported by the clansmen, and after eating two meals of grilled fish, they may never forget the tangy aroma. Among the upright primitive people, there is no such thing as laziness for the time being. Of course, except for Wang Hao, an impostor.

Sneak to the river and watch the people fishing for a while. The crocodile had been driven downstream by the tribesmen, and many people were gathered on the shore. One by one, the big fish were thrown ashore, and Wang Hao saw that almost all the people in the village were dispatched, just like ants, from the village to the river, people coming and going formed a line. Even a child of five or six years old struggled to drag two fresh fish that were almost his size towards the village.

After a night of wolves, the village was much safer than before, and most of the beasts that threatened women and children were either eaten by the wolves or driven away. Therefore, the clansmen can rest assured that women and children can come to transport fish.

He handed the boy five or six years old a handful of herbs, took the rattan from him, and led him towards the village.

When they arrived in the village, the people who were transporting salt stones and clay did not return, so Wang Hao found a few people and instructed them to dig two big pits next to the pond at the entrance of the village.

After the matter was arranged, Wang Hao wandered around the village again. He found that the village, both men and women, young and old, had their own things to do. Even a child of five or six years old dragged fish towards the village with joy on his face. He was the only idler wandering around the village, seemingly idle.

Now Wang Hao has become the most special person in the village. In the past, no matter who was in the village, they only listened to the patriarch. And in the whole village, only the patriarch can give orders. The daily work of the clansmen is arranged by the patriarch.

And now, everyone in the village not only listens to the words of the patriarch, but also listens to Wang Hao. There are even times when Wang Hao's words are more effective than the patriarch's words. Moreover, no one will assign tasks to Wang Hao now, even if everyone sees him wandering around the village idlely, no one will say anything.

Everything in the village has changed silently because of Wang Hao. Some changes are visible, such as the large fish that are constantly being dragged back from outside the village.

And some things are invisible, such as the respect for him by some clansmen who are older than Wang Hao. In the Great Wilderness, listening to a person's words and conscientiously completing the tasks assigned by that person is the greatest respect.

Seeing Shi Li dragging back a few fish with Wang Erniu from outside the village, Wang Hao's eyes lit up. He shouted at him and beckoned to him.

Shi Li handed the fish to the woman by the pond outside the village, wiped the sweat on his head, and ran over.

"Brother Hao, what's the matter?" Shi Li asked breathlessly.

"Did you recognize all the three herbs I taught you last time?" Wang Hao looked at Wang Erniu, who had been looking at this side several times, and asked with a smile.

"Well, I admit it all." Shi Li replied.

"I've brought back some herbs today, let's go, follow me to identify them." Wang Hao turned his head and said.

Shi Li responded and followed Wang Hao towards the cave, and suddenly asked, "Brother Hao, if I recognize it all, will there be any reward?" ”

Wang Hao glanced at him and asked, "What reward do you want?" ”

"I—I want a bow and arrow." Shi Li said.

"What's wrong? Want to use your bow and arrow to kill the big bird that killed your father to get revenge? Wang Hao asked.

"Well, that big bird flies in the sky, and the stone can't be dropped, and only a bow and arrow can kill it." Shi Li said seriously.

"You're too young to pull a bow, but when you're older, yours will have one. But I can promise you, as long as you can recognize every herb I bring back, I will not object to you and Erniu's affairs. Wang Hao said with a smile.

"Ahh No, no, no, I don't have anything to do with Erniu! Shi Li hurriedly covered his face and said in a panic.

Wang Hao pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Since you and Erniu have nothing to do, then I'll go to Gu Mu, it seems that he also likes Erniu a lot." ”

"Don't, don't, Brother Hao, I'll just admit it." Shi Li's face suddenly became bitter, and he said aggrievedly with a frown.

So, on the big stone at the entrance of the cave, Shi Li scratched his ears and cheeks and repeated the names and functions of various herbs, while Wang Hao was holding a large handful of grass blades next to him, not knowing what he was weaving. And he also scattered dozens of herbs on the slate from time to time, and then grabbed a few herbs at random, and asked Shi Li's name and what was the use.

Several little wolves were full of food and gathered around Wang Hao to avoid the claws of the furball. Furball always likes to catch the tail of the little wolf, or he likes to ride on the little wolf and use them as a mount.

Regarding the domineering behavior of the hairball, the little wolf, which was five or six times bigger than it, dared not speak out, so he could only circle around Wang Hao and try to avoid the hairball.

The behavior between the hairball and the little wolf looked at Wang Hao for a while, MB, you are a wolf, a little bloody, is it good.

When the sun was about to set, Wang Hao's first pair of straw sandals was finally successfully knitted, put it on his feet and tried it, and found that the craft he learned from his grandfather when he was a child had not been used for a long time, and he was a lot unfamiliar, and a pair of straw shoes was bigger than his feet.

Since he can't use these straw sandals himself, let's give them to the patriarch, anyway, his feet are much bigger than himself.

Gradually, the crowd that had gone out to work returned. The stone slab at the entrance of the cave was full of fresh fish that had been washed, and Wang Hao estimated the amount, which was almost enough for the clansmen to eat for half a month.

Coupled with those wolf meats, it seems that the tribesmen will probably not starve to death if they don't go out to hunt for twenty days.

There was a strong smell of fish in the village, and the people who had worked hard all day were happy to smell these unpleasant smells with their noses, and for them, this was the smell of happiness.

Wang Hao can't smell happiness, for him, in the gradually warming weather, these fish will spoil in less than a week, and at that time, it will stink.

But fortunately, the tribesmen who carried the salt stone finally came back as the sun went down.