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It is estimated that the people of the tribe have cooked meat for the first time and cannot be stuffed into their mouths, and the roasting is a little tormenting and a little novel.

While the people in the cave were barbecuing, the disc-like moon climbed up from the other side of the mountain at some point, and sprinkled mottled silver frost at the mouth of the cave. The burping child curled up in his parents' arms and looked at the hole in fear. The world outside the cave is silvery white, the wild birds are wailing, and the sound of the night wolf howling resounding through the mountains, making the moonlit night even more mysterious.

The unpolluted atmosphere was so transparent that the moonlight was much brighter than it had ever seen. Wang Chuan occasionally raised his eyes to look outside the cave, and was also attracted by the moonlight outside.

Thinking that the moon he saw in his previous life was actually the same as what he saw now, but he didn't know that there was a difference of tens of thousands of years in the middle, Wang Chuan couldn't help but feel in his heart, "Jiang Yue is only similar every year, and this month has shone on future generations". After sighing, I found that there were still some errors in logic, but thinking about it, it didn't seem to be a problem for his personal experience.

Judging from the changing weather, today may be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang Chuan thought so, and when he was roasting the meat, he couldn't help humming in his mouth: "The fifteenth moon, hum ......"

Human beings are born with a natural instinct to find patterns, and although the song Wang Chuan hummed didn't have a few words, the people of the tribe were quickly attracted by the melody in the tune he hummed. Unconsciously, the cave quieted down, quietly listening to Wang Chuan's humming. In order to hear more clearly, several children also sat next to Wang Chuan.

Most people listened to Wang Chuan's songs with their ears pricked up, and Wang Chuan didn't care about their listening, roasting meat and humming his own songs. But what's the matter with the closest person next to him, his eyes always staring at the flesh?

His stomach was clearly bulging, but his saliva was still long, Wang Chuan could be sure that this was not a reaction after listening to the song. In the name of trying to jerky the meat, tear off a little bit and stuff it into the mouth full of saliva, but there can be no more.

This is a taller child than Wang Chuan, but he is also thin. Wang Chuan remembered that he was the one who shook the rope from the tree. He is the same as other children, he still has no name, looking at the way he can eat, it is estimated that if he eats enough in the future, he will grow into a strong man for a day, and he will call you a strong cow.

You can't eat anything anymore, and your stomach will explode if you eat it again. Singing doesn't distract you, so tell a story. It's a big deal, wait a minute, or you help try the meat, it's done, right?

This is a time when there will be no entertainment other than eating. The so-called stories are only told by the grandmother or other adults about the food produced in the surrounding mountains and forests.

It is rare to have a Mid-Autumn Festival, to eat enough, the discovery of crocodiles and the harvest of today's hunting, as long as the people in the tribe are aware of the importance of traps and large nets, there must be no need to rack their brains for a little bit of food in the future. "Cang Liao knows etiquette, food and clothing are enough to know honor and disgrace", after eating a full meal, there should be a higher pursuit.

And from today's experience, it seems that man is a social animal, and in this world, a person cannot survive no matter what. Since you are in this tribe, you should treat the people around you as companions. Life language habits and other differences, I can slowly transform them in the following days. Telling a story properly is actually a good way.

The straightforward thinking of primitive people estimated that it was difficult to understand complex stories. Sure enough, the story of a descendant shooting the sun and Chang'e running to the moon made these people look confused, and there was a shocking effect of watching a blockbuster movie with various ups and downs.

At the same time, there are a lot of problems with the story. After Wang Chuan's story is told, it will take several times more time to explain various questions.

Ten? Sun? Bow and arrow? Phoenix? Medicine? Kunlun? …… What are these?

But it's good to ask questions, and these questions are not too difficult, so Wang Chuan explained while talking. However, it is a bit annoying to explain a new problem that arises and then the questions are endless. After explaining a few issues that had nothing to do with the story, seeing that they had all taken the story away, Wang Chuan decided to leave the issues unrelated to the story alone.

These primitive people can actually count, and they can remember the number within ten, although sometimes it is chaotic, but they already have this concept. Tell them that the number of ten is the number of fingers of each of your two hands, and tell them that the number in front of them is one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine. They will be numbered. Don't look at your hand if you're missing two fingers, you're destined to count less than ten. Of course, you can learn to knot knots.

When it comes to bows and arrows, take charcoal and draw a bow on a stone. Drawing another one with an arrow, Wang Chuan found that his mother and several people in the tribe actually knew. However, from their pronunciation, the bow and arrow are like "arrow" and "arc".

Wang Chuan just didn't understand, why didn't they see them use this when they knew this? Thinking about it later, making bows and arrows is a more systematic job, with their IQ, if they just bend a bamboo and tie a rope, and don't know how to use a straight arrow, the effect is not as good as using a stone top. It is also understood why there are no bows and arrows in the tribe.

Kunlun has no way to explain, thousands of miles away Kunlun Mountain, they asked if they could walk in three days. It seems that the farthest they have traveled is two or three days away.

After the story is told, the atmosphere in the cave is a bit like the scene when Wang Chuan watched a movie for the first time when he was a child, some quiet and some dignified. When everyone turned their heads to look at the moon in the sky again, there was even more indescribable meaning in their eyes.

When everyone was immersed in the story, a child turned his head to look at Wang Chuan and asked the question in his heart: "Huo Yanzi, how do you know this?" ”

This question almost confused Wang Chuan. He didn't expect these straightforward brains, and it was estimated that people with IQs of more than eighty would rarely think of such advanced questions. How can this be answered? Say you're here in time? Do they know what a wormhole is and what soul crossing is? Do you have to teach them about relativity once and for all? How long does that have to be done? Moreover, I only know a little bit about it......

When he was struggling, the adults around the child helped him make a perfect answer. I saw that the child's mother slapped the child on the head fiercely, indicating that his question had ruined the current atmosphere. The child began to cry and forgot the question he was asking.

At this time, it is still the strong cow next to Wang Chuan. It was as if his attention had never taken off the barbecue. Wang Chuan explained the kung fu, he would remind Wang Chuan to flip the barbecue from time to time, and then ask if it was cooked and if he wanted to try it himself.

Wang Chuan asked him how the story was, and he thought about it and gave a very prehistoric human answer.

It is said that when later generations celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival when they were young, they would not listen to the story of Chang'e running to the moon, and would only think about moon cakes. When I grow up, I don't want to eat moon cakes after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I only think about Chang'e. The prehistoric children had the Mid-Autumn Festival and had no moon cakes, so after listening to the story of Chang'e running to the moon, he said, "I don't know if the rabbits on the moon are fat." ”