When the sun set, the adults who had gone out came back one after another in the ardent anticipation of the children. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info women carry the stalks of wild fruits they gather, and men bring the prey they hunt. Today's harvest was not bad, the man hunted an adult goat.

As the sun set, several fires were lit in the cave. The rekindling of the fire and the nice harvest filled the cave with joy. When everyone had returned to the cave and shown the old woman what she had harvested, the old woman decided to keep the stalks of the fruit she had gathered for the winter, and to eat the prey, and to eat the goats to-day. This decision has raised the mood a little bit for everyone.

The adults gathered around and began to cut the goats with sharp stones. There is no such thing as peeling. In the case of a lack of food, the most important thing is to fill the stomach.

When Wang Chuan saw the goat, it was already in tatters. Now they take the stone and cut it through the wound and tear it apart. When you encounter a bone, you hit it with a stone. Don't think about beauty or anything. The people in the cave also let out bursts of shouts of applause from time to time.

After the adults learned that Wang Chuan started the fire, they came over and touched his head to express their love and reverence, and they did not have the habit of washing their hands, leaving a lot of dirt and grass root blood stains on Wang Chuan's little head. The fire obviously has a lot of credit to the tribe, and when it comes to dividing the mutton, he gives priority to a piece the size of an adult's palm, which weighs more than a catty.

Wang Chuan only ate a little barbecue caterpillar today, and that thing looked like it was actually full of water in his body, and he didn't care if he was full. Later, when he saw that there were fish in the brook, he spent a great time going to the stream to spear the fish, but he did not have the tools at his disposal—he knew all kinds of theories about the sport of spearing fish with sticks, but in practice it was beyond the control of a thin child of his size—and in the end he found nothing, but spent a lot of physical strength, and now he was so hungry that he could almost eat a cow.

After dividing the mutton, he was not polite, and went to the fire on the side to barbecue. When the adults finished dividing the goats and wanted to teach Wang Chuan how to roast and eat them over the fire, they found that he had already roasted the mutton forked on the branched branches to the fullest aroma and began to feast on it.

A goat was quickly divided and eaten, and even the bones were roasted and stoned and devoured.

It is said that thinking is a pastime after food and clothing. After eating a whole piece of mutton, Wang Chuan felt that the control of his body was back in his hands, and he had the heart to look at everything around him and speculate on the environment he was in.

He found that this era may not be as "primitive" as he thought.

There are about forty people here, about twenty "adults", a dozen are children, and there is only one old man, an old woman. People here need to go out hunting or gathering at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and they are considered adults. Wang Chuan visually observed that he was about ten years old, and it was still a few years before he went out hunting.

They are generally not tall, no more than 1.6 meters in sight. There is more body hair on the body than modern people, but the face is not much different from modern people, except that the eyebrow bones are slightly thicker, and the face is more rugged. At the same time, because of the long-term lack of food, the body is thin and weak, and the head looks relatively large.

In terms of clothing, they almost always wear something around their waists as clothes. Generally speaking, animal skins are the mainstay, and Wang Chuan did not see a very complete animal skin, presumably these were saved from their mouths when their prey was abundant. There are some pants with two pieces of bark hanging on their waists, and children basically don't hang anything.

The language they communicate in has basically become a system, although there are fewer syllables and a small vocabulary, and many times it is necessary to refer to an object with a stroke. However, Wang Chuan carefully distinguished and found that they already had the rudiments of the Chinese system in later generations, and the word order and words they spoke had many similarities with those of later generations.

It is common for people to go out with large and small sticks. Most people also have various stones tied to their sticks, which can be roughly distinguished from spears or axes. The gap between the Neo-Paleolithic is said to be manifested in stone tools. However, Wang Chuan did not know the specific criteria for distinguishing stone tools. But he knew another simple division: after the Neolithic period, people generally used fire. Paleolithic will not be used at all. It can be seen that he is now in the Neolithic period.

Totem or something, Wang Chuan didn't see it in this small tribe. Thinking about it, the totem is the product of unified thought. In this kind of small tribe of only forty or fifty people, the old woman can command it alone, and there is no need for such complicated things.

Tribes have formed a rudimentary form of society. The old woman was probably an elder or a wise man in the tribe. When the food was being barbecued, the tallest and strongest men and women of the tribe gathered around her, discussing something while barbecuing.

In this kind of productive and underground tribes, generally speaking, the harvest of women will be more stable, and the harvest of men will depend on luck. Whether you live well or not depends on a man's ability, and whether he can live or not depends on the woman. There are old women in the tribe, and the status of women is not low. It can be seen here that the tribe still retains the shadow of a matriarchal society.

There is no habit of choosing names in the tribe, and children basically do not have names. Names that distinguish between people are generally referred to as physical characteristics or deeds that have been done. For example, if you have a big face, you will be called a big face, if you like to laugh twice before talking, if you have yellow hair, you will be called a golden retriever, and if you have killed a bear, you will be called Bichon. Someone like Wang Chuan who can make a fire should be called a fire boy in the future. This is more like a nickname or position for later generations, and it may change. For example, if you hit a rabbit with a stone today and call it a stone rabbit, and tomorrow you hit a bird with a stone, you may call it a flying stone, because you throw a stone accurately......

Wang Chuan remembered that the old woman's name was Grandma, and everyone called her Grandma. Her ability to become the leader of the tribe is due to her rich life experience. She thought to herself beside the fire and said, "It is beginning to be cold in the morning, so go less westward, for the Anang of there is coming, and it is fierce." You can go to the east, and now you are well fed, and you won't go too far, and they won't dare to come if you are in a group, just go quickly...... Don't go to the river...... To the north, over the mountain beam with a big fallen tree, the cones over there should be ripe, see if there are many, coincidence, I remember taking you there...... If there are more, there won't be too many deaths this winter......"

The southeast, northwest, and northwest in his mother's words are Wang Chuan's own imagination. They may not have the words of direction, and they speak with their fingers when they say it. She said that when Aung Ang and Ang were screaming, her hands were also gesturing. Ang Ang is compared to the big ears and long nose, and Wang Chuan is estimated to be an elephant. The snort is compared to teeth and a predatory action, and Wang Chuan is estimated to be a wolf. Don't go to the river, these words are like a spell in my memory, and I have been admonished and intimidated since childhood. As far back as they can remember, they wouldn't come within 300 meters of the river. The bushes were so tall and dense that the tribe did not set foot on them. And those who dare to set foot have at least three who have not returned in recent years.

The people around the mother nodded one after another, and the last woman said that the little cone fruit is not easy to carry, so it is necessary to use animal skin pockets. So the people in the cave checked the hides on their waists, and when they saw that they were complete, they handed them over. Looking at those tattered animal skins, Wang Chuan estimated that he would not be able to come back much.

When the mother saw Wang Chuan watching, she called him over and sat down by the same fire. A tall man patted him on the head and asked him if he was better. This is his father. But I'm close to him. His mother died young, and then his father married another woman who had died of a man, and after the death of a child, they now have a child who is just able to walk.

His father's name was Kuan because he had two large front teeth.

The mother tore off the fattest part of the meat in her hand and stuffed it into Wang Chuan's mouth, and then lovingly rubbed a handful of oil on his head. Turning around, she said to everyone, "I may not be able to survive this winter." When this fire boy grows up, give him all these things, and you can teach him more. ”

That's what Tuo Gu means. Wang Chuan was quite touched by this. In these years, survival is hard, hunger, disease, fierce beasts, natural disasters, etc. can kill a person at any time. It is not easy for a person to survive to adulthood. It is normal for those who have lived to the age of their mother, and they are ready to face death at any time. I can only work hard to live in this world, and I really can't say anything about the future.

Thinking of this, he decided to teach them as much as he could bring to this small tribe, maybe if he died unexpectedly one day, the people of this small tribe would still benefit from it.

It just so happened that they were talking about the vigil and adding firewood to make sure that the fire could be used in the winter. Wang Chuan plugged in.

"During the day, if we don't have a fire, we can put it out. I have a very simple way to save the tinder. "He and his children have gotten some dry dirt from outside the cave and piled it up by a fire. Seeing that everyone was almost done, he made a fire out of clay and said, "Just cover the fire with charcoal in this way, and the fire will remain in it." Don't touch it after you cover it, and when you want to use it tomorrow, you can pick up the dirt and start a fire. ”

Everyone looked at him as if they were watching a display of black technology, and the slow-burning truth couldn't be explained to them, so there was no need to explain it. They just have to do it.

After a while, he asked, "That's how you got the fire from the dirt?" ”

Wang Chuan said: "This kind of fire preservation can only be stored for a day or two, and if the fire is extinguished, a fire will be built." I know two ways to make a fire. One is called pressure fire. One is called drilling wood for fire......"

Today, he still has the tools to make the fire, and he explained the operation process to them as he spoke. At the same time, they were told how to drill wood to make fire. However, there is no detailed demonstration of drilling wood for fire. This method requires a lot of effort, and his little arms and legs can't be operated.

After the demonstration, the eyes of the crowd looked at him even more strangely, with all kinds of unclear reverence. Only God knows how much Wang Chuan has learned what he explained.

Wang Chuan didn't study in detail whether they had learned it, and it was unrealistic to ask those of them who only knew how high their learning ability was. It is enough for them to know that there is such a thing, and when they want to use it, they can remember that they will try it in this direction, and there will be hope for success. His efforts were not in vain.

It is said that the use of fire is the beacon of the progress of human civilization. When they recovered from the shock of Wang Chuan's black technology of making fire, Wang Chuan saw that they were polishing and repairing their tools in the firelight—tying the sharp stones on the wood with stones, or smashing the stones, and selecting the sharp stone chips from them; Or knot tattered hides and turn them into pockets for things, or scrape the rough bark of sticks with stone chips......

Wang Chuan, who had eaten his stomach, walked to a stone recess and lay down according to his "memory", looked at the primitive people who were busy with their work, smelled all kinds of strange fireworks in the cave, listened to the roars and screams of various animals outside the cave, felt that his stomach had food, and his spirit was comfortable.

"Live." He told himself as he closed his eyes.