In the distant cave, the women who stayed at home looked nervously outside, and uneasiness spread through the crowd.

The golden crow has fallen, and the laurel has not soared, adding a bit of darkness; The night owl wails and the lone wolf howls, which is even more desolate.

The old grandmother looked out, and from time to time a woman yelled loudly into the distance, but no echo could be heard.

Usually at this time, regardless of whether the prey is hit or not, it will return, and at night only the cave is safe for the people.

Worry and panic are evident in every woman's eyes, and for a tribe, men are indispensable.

Tightly relying on gathering will not survive the winter, and can easily be swallowed up by the rest of the tribe, or even attacked by wild beasts.

They worry about whether their brothers have encountered some terrible beast, and whether their sons have met with some misfortune.

The old grandmother was even more worried about the future of the tribe, and if those people were really in danger, the tribe would be weakened.

The kind of inter-tribal marriage mating is also based on equality of strength.

Once there are few males in their own tribe, they are likely to be swallowed up by other tribes and kill young children.

At this time, the animal nature of human beings has not completely subsided, and women will reject other males by virtue of animal instinct during lactation, and will only come into heat again after killing the cubs.

And these nursing children, with their grandmother's blood in their bodies, did not want to see such a thing happen.

A matrilineal society is not a matriarchal society, and the significance of women as chiefs is determined by the convenience of bloodline differentiation and reproductive advantages.

Men often do not live long because of hunting, and can only rely on women like grandmothers to pass on wisdom and experience.

The man who hunted today has not returned until now, and it can be said that the fate of the tribe is sealed.

It must have encountered a ferocious herd of beasts that dispersed the crowd, and once left alone, it was impossible to survive in the forest.

Several women let out cries of grief, and the old grandmother looked at the quiet jungle with sadness in her eyes.

Those who hunt are their own sons, or their own grandchildren, and the family ties linked by blood cannot be separated.

It was getting darker and darker, and the despair in the hearts of these people was getting heavier and heavier.

Jian Chen's mother frantically piled up the branches in the bonfire, as if trying to use the light of the fire to guide her son and brother on the way back, and the firelight cast her shadow on the stone wall, jumping, desperate and crazy.

The sound of beep bobo fire echoed through the cave, and Yu Qian'er followed her mother and wept, looking forward to her brother's return.

But the more the fire, the deeper the despair.

Finally, the women in the cave let out a cry, followed by a second voice, a third, a fourth...... Finally together, the waves of sorrow and the sea of despair crashed against the stone walls, echoing with the pine waves, and startling countless night birds.

Suddenly, a thick and rough roar came from afar, and the old grandmother's eyes suddenly brightened, and she stood up suddenly, and walked tremblingly to the mouth of the cave, and looked into the distance.

The women, hearing the excitement in the roar, could not help but cry out for joy, drew wood from the fire, and rushed down the hill.

In the starlight, their brothers and their sons carry their prey and run towards the cave.

The roar of beast style and human joy was heard far away.

Jian Chen's mother rushed to her son's side, hugged her son's thick body, whimpered and cried, and kept stroking the animal teeth hanging around his neck.

The old grandmother's heart finally let go, and she took out the bark with the knots, and counted the people who had returned, and brought back five prey, and many birds.

The wolf skin trumpeted the hunt among the crowd, especially the story told by Jian Chen, and the miraculous bow and arrow.

An aunt carefully took the bow and arrow, and couldn't believe that it was such a simple thing that would make the hunt so rewarding.

People gathered around the fire and bowed to the bow and arrow, and the blood of the slaughtered fawn was poured on the bow and arrow.

Several women leaned over and drank deer blood, which was a way to replenish salt.

In addition, Chen Jian remembers that the tribesmen would sometimes go to an arid saline land to retrieve the soil or lick the stones, which were rich in impurities and were bitter, but at least not to cause electrolyte imbalance due to lack of salt.

Blood is a good way to replenish salt, but it is rare to catch live prey in normal hunting, and men are okay to say, while women can only rely on licking stones to replenish it.

The feelings of the people are unrestrained but there will be no aftertaste, and now that they are back, they only know that they are happy, and they express their joy in a simple and natural way, and they are busy again.

The women were in charge of the skinning and grilling, and the old grandmother sat by the fire, listening to the wolfskin recount the origin of the bow and arrow, with a look of surprise on her face.

That kind of black and white bear, I saw it when I was very young and migrated with the tribe!

But she hasn't seen her again in all these years, and Jian Chen is the second time she went out hunting, could it be that the black and white bear is really the soul of the ancestors protecting the tribe?

She glanced at Jian Chen, who was holding up his bow and arrows by the fire, repeating the names of the two items hoarsely.

Language is constantly developing with the progress of human beings, and since there is a mature language system in the previous life, then some things that have not yet appeared should be named by themselves.

The bow dripping with deer's blood was particularly red in the light of the flames, and the harvest of prey gave the words bow and arrow a different color.

After looking at it a few times, the old grandmother believed that what Jian Chen said was true, and it must be a hint from the ancestor to the tribe in a dream, otherwise how could this newly adult child know so much?

This is a good thing for the tribe, and the tribe may really be able to survive and thrive in the wilderness.

The women listened to Jian Chen's story while cutting venison with stone knives. Chen Jian's ten-year-old little sister, Yu Qian'er, talked to her brother about her worries, because the ethnic groups linked by blood, although everyone is very close, they are still close and different.

looked at this little sister who had just developed, her face was covered with mud spots, and her big eyes were shiny.

Two tear stains under the corners of her eyes washed away the dust, but at this time her face was full of smiles, a very cute little girl, and Jian Chen may be the same father, maybe not, but at least the same mother.

Chen Jian took back three little chicks from the wolf skin, handed them to his sister, caught a few small tide insects in the corner of the cave, called out, and let the chicks open their mouths and feed them.

Yu Qian'er looked at it interestingly, and hurriedly turned over the stones to find all kinds of insects that she used to hate, and pinched them in her hands.

Several little girls also gathered around and looked at the three chicks curiously.

The women laughed and wiped the remaining tears and new drops of sweat from their faces with the back of their hands, and the men who had been tired for a day felt similar to home for about the first time.

In the laughter, Chen Jian stared at the big fat bird in his hand, and said in his heart that it was best that this thing could be delicious, if the meat was firewood and sour, then there was no need to think about domestication, it was better to honestly go to find chickens, ducks and geese.

The entrails of the big fat bird were cut open with a stone knife, and the entrails of the deer were thrown outside the burrow.

Several wolves, already in symbiotic equilibrium with the tribesmen, waged their tails and kept a safe distance.

When Jian Chen returned to the cave, he immediately pounced on the internal organs and tore them, which was much easier than hunting in the wild.

He dug a small pit in the ground, put some stones, made a fire to heat the stones, wrapped the fat bird with blades of grass, put a layer of sand on the stones, and rekindled the coals.

While the women were roasting the venison, Jian Chen also dug up the mound and took out the fat bird.

The people of the tribe looked curiously at this method of cooking, smelling the fragrance different from the smell of burning, and looked at this side one by one, but no one moved.

When a fat bird is roasted, the feathers on it will fall off with just a gentle force, revealing white and tender skin and a soft, not burnt flesh.

The old grandmother smelled it, it was indeed different from the taste of roasting, and tried to pinch it with her hands, it was softer than those baked, and it was more suitable for children and people with tooth problems.

Yu Qian'er and the children gathered around the old grandmother, staring at the fat bird that was completely different, and the fragrance of leaves and grass mixed with the damp smell was much better than the burnt venison.

Because it was the first time to cook like this, all the old grandmothers each shared a little, and when a few people received it, they couldn't wait to fill it into their mouths, not caring about the heat, and let out a sound of satisfaction.

Jian Chen took a small piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it, very happy.

Although the meat quality of this bird is not as tender as that of chickens, ducks and geese, and it is slightly old, it tastes good, at least it is not firewood or sour.

In this age when you can go hungry at any time, don't go for perfection. In any case, this bird seems to be suitable for domestication.

Since this bird can be eaten, then domestication should start with this bird, and maybe thousands of years later, there will be a fifth world poultry in this world.

He called his sister Yu Qian'er and told her that she would feed the three chicks every day in the future, and that she could continue to eat them when she grew up.

Yu Qian'er licked her lips, remembering the smell of the bird, and nodded firmly.

The old grandmother looked at the children with a smile, and beckoned to Jian Chen to come over.

"Old grandmother, what kind of bird is this?"

Chen Jian wanted to know what this bird was called by the tribe, and the old grandmother recalled it, thinking of how the tribe used to call this kind of bird, and the call of this bird was always shivering, so he told his grandson: "Dodo." ”

"Dodo?"

Jian Chen looked at the bird bones on the ground, surprised by this title, but did not notice the difference between Dodo and Dudu, and fell into despair for a while.

"Dodo? Where the hell is this? It can't be on an island, right? ”

The old grandmother looked at Jian Chen strangely, wondering why her grandson was suddenly so excited.

She didn't know that Jian Chen didn't distinguish the difference between Dodo and Dudu.

Of course, if she told Jian Chen that she had seen that kind of black and white bear when she was a child, her grandson would be just as excited.

It's just that one is happy and the other is worried.