On the sixth day, the first vault was finally made. In order to test whether he could bear the load, Jian Chen stood on it and stepped on it vigorously, like a newly enthroned wolf king.

Three hundred pairs of eyes looked at this strange building, and there were three hundred shapes.

Some people think that it looks like the breasts of a young and breastfeeding woman, but Chen Jian stands on the top and looks more like it; Others felt like a large upside-down pottery bowl, or a bulging hill in the distance.

Someone looked down at his chest and sneered, but Jian Chen had no choice but to jump down, so as not to be regarded as Yin Hong in the romance novel.

I asked the young men who handed him bricks and mud how much they had learned, but they all shook their heads, and were ridiculed and encouraged by Jian Chen for a long time, and finally two of them were a little scared and said that they could try.

If you don't try, you never know if you will, and in the past ten days, Chen Jian has been starting from scratch and trying little by little.

The pile is not comparable to that of a professional mason, but because of the small span, it is no problem to make do, and the extrusion force of the arch structure is generally not collapsing.

"This one is used to burn pottery, that one is used to burn bricks, and the grass over there is also dry, so we have to dry it separately."

Chen Jian pointed to the pottery kiln and put forward the idea of dividing labor again.

The tribesmen felt that they should be divided, for example, the civet cat was very slow to mow the grass, but it was very fast to build bricks. Different people need different times to do the same job.

Pottery, bricks, and later charcoal Chen Jian decided to use the same group of people, and only by constantly accumulating experience and repeating the same work can he improve efficiency.

The rest of the people were about to go to plow the land with themselves, so a difficult choice was made in front of the people.

And mud or hoeing, that's the question.

Is it bending down to move the heavy clay billet and stirring the clay billet to form?

Or is it accompanied by the scorching sun of mosquitoes, turning the black grass that cannot be seen?

Of the two options, which one do you prefer?

Back to that life of hunting caves, naturally there is no such problem. But ah, I can't enjoy the sweet **** warm kang with a full stomach.

From the first day that human beings came out of the wilderness, they were alienated into laborers in society. The vast majority of people work only to survive, and the labor and interests of a very small number of people are unified. Only the extreme development of the productive forces can unite the interests and labor of the majority of the people, and can make labor the first demand, which is too long ago to see no end in sight.

The happiness and suffering of civilization always live side by side, but fortunately, the people enjoy happiness and do not consider giving up their pain at all, and stand in different places in twos and threes.

Even as an outsider's guest, after thinking about the life of his own tribe, he felt that it was better to live like this.

They looked forward to the day when they could live the same life, so Hua asked Jian Chen, how long would it take for the tribe to live such a life after what they had learned?

Jian Chen smiled and stretched out two fingers, of course Hua would not think it was two days, and asked in the newly learned word, "Two months?" ”

"No, twenty months."

Hua swallowed, too frightened to speak, he couldn't count how many days twenty months was, but he could guess that it would be at least until the next time he ate apricots, or even longer.

"But you've only been using it for a little over a month."

The clansmen all laughed, they believed in Jian Chen's statement, twenty months, maybe not to say much.

Jian Chen also smiled, pulled Yu Qian'er to the side and said, "If you want to build a house, you are not as good as my sister." ”

Hua looked at the thin Yu Qian'er, shook her head and said, "I can move three pieces of mud, how many can she move?" ”

"But do you know how much mud you need in a room? How much wood do you need? How do you get the wood? How to allocate work to be the fastest? How many days can I eat the stored food? What if I finish eating and go hunting and don't catch it? ”

One question after another was asked by Yu Qian'er in a crisp voice, like a sound of summer thunder exploded in Hua's ears, he looked back at the built houses, thinking that he had learned everything, but in the end he realized that he had learned nothing.

Jian Chen smiled and stopped Yu Qian'er, who was still talking, and said to Hua: "If you want to live a life like ours, you can't just build a room. Don't build a house when you go back, wait until the next time you eat apricots, you can come back and see, and maybe the ancestors will guide you how to live. After all, we are all the same ancestor. ”

He pointed to his hair, and Birch nodded obediently, feeling that it made sense. Having said that, he decided that he would definitely come by next time the apricots were ripe.

Two days later, the birch and the people were carefully combed by the stream, and their hair was tied up, solemn and serious.

These people are used to everything here, but they still have to go back after all.

In the past two days, I have done a lot of work, seventeen or eighteen people chose to make bricks, burn pottery, cut trees and kilns, and a few women also followed to press bricks, and they couldn't do the mud work. The rest of the people were bundling hay, and after the remaining fire was burned, they began to dig through the roots of the grass with their hoes and turn out the black soil below.

Whether it was mud or hoeing, the birch and the tribesmen had tried, although they were very tired, but they saw the mud bricks piled together; Seeing what straight, what Jian Chen called a ridge, appear on the scorched earth, they felt that the exhaustion was worth it.

In the evening, weary people would gather together, playing bone flutes and gossiping, or men and women with different surnames would gather together around the fire and dance and sing, and those tiredness would dissipate with the sound of the flute.

But their own people don't have such nights, and all they can say is that there are fish today and animals tomorrow, and as for the heart-pounding ballads sung by the men and women here, don't even think about it—you can't sing them to your sisters, sisters, aunts, and mothers, right?

In contrast, everyone had almost the same thoughts. Squatting by the stream facing the reflection, he solemnly inserted a wooden stick into his hair, looking forward to the next time the apricots were yellow. Jian Chen said that at that time, perhaps the ancestors would guide them on how to go.

After doing all this, he took his wicker basket and said goodbye to the people here.

The old grandmother and the stone gave Birch some food to eat on the road and said hello to their people.

Jian Chen told him again, he needed some plant seeds, as many as he wanted, and he could exchange anything. This is what he told everyone who left, and the people of Huahe already knew about it, and remembered that it was a seed.

There will be a lot of acorns in the fall, and they don't have to use those seeds as food, of course they can exchange them.

When everything was said and done, they walked along the grass river step by step towards the way home.

There is food in the back basket, there is no need to hunt this way, you can save a lot of time, I believe that the tribesmen will be very happy to get these clay pots, pottery bowls, bows, arrows and stone axes.

After walking a long way, Birch turned around and glanced at the village in the distance, where the people had already begun to get busy.

Every day there is a new change, and every day there are so many surprises.

When I came, it was still a meadow of mowed grass, and now a ridge of several hundred steps winds there, stretching every day; The originally empty hillside is now a pottery kiln, which is emitting white smoke, and dozens or hundreds of clay pots and bowls are burned out every day, and there are fewer and fewer broken ones; The gourd, which had wilted when it came, was also watered and lived, and long vines stretched out to entangle the pillars, forming a verdant wall.

For a moment, an idea even came to Birch. Don't go, just stay here, he likes this life.

Then he was taken aback by this terrible thought and slapped himself hard. It is not only the clay pot that is heavy on the shoulders, but also the expectations of the clansmen, and there are their own relatives there.

"What will it be like next time?"

"The grass seeds will ripen quickly, and you will know when the time comes."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he thought of heat and maturity, and took another happy step.

He felt that this experience could be talked to the clansmen for a long time, and the clansmen who came with him could prove that they were not blowing. Perhaps, the next time the apricots are ripe, the clansmen can live like this, right?

I lowered my head and inadvertently saw my own shadow, the shape of my hair was very clear, so I nodded firmly, believing that this day would definitely come. I am like them, but we are all ancestors.

Every time I lift my feet, I get closer to my loved ones, and the basket on my shoulders seems to be much lighter. Before leaving, Yu Qian'er gave him a few pottery lambs, because Yu Qian'er heard that Hua also had several younger sisters, which she burned herself, belonged to hers, and could give them to others on her own.

Birch imagined his sister's joy when she saw these playthings, and he smiled.

"My sisters will definitely rush to play with this little clay sheep, but when the apricots are yellow again, we will be able to live like that. I'll pinch a few of my sisters and make a big one. By the way, when the grass seeds are ripe, go and change the bone flute, and it should be played well......"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shout at the distant mountainside, where the cave where my relatives lived.

The clansmen around them also made the same cry, they knew that it was still far away and could not be seen, but they wanted their relatives to know that they had come back as soon as possible.

The continuous shouts converged like the roar of the rising waters of the grass river, startling away the birds, but there was no response from the tribesmen.

"You're picking peaches, right?"

Thinking so, he climbed the last hillside, but there was no sign of his people, but a few wolves watched them from afar.

Hua's heart skipped a beat, and he threw down the basket, picked up the stone axe, and rushed down with the clansmen around him.

The wolves cowered and fled far away, and a foul smell came from the cave, and the birch smelled it, and sat down on the ground, unable to stand up again.

After a long time, he called out to the people who were crying, took the stone axe, and walked into the cave where he had lived.

There was a buzz and countless flies flew up, and Birch almost tripped over something. He took a deep breath and lowered his head, his sister at his feet, his hands in a posture of crawling outward, his back and stomach had been torn, and a huge wound on his head, which was not the bite of a wild beast, but the smashing of a stone tool.

A dense white graft crawled on her body, and a trail of blood stretched behind the little girl, revealing her body that had eroded, growing a layer of gray mold, and her skin was sunken.

Birch's hands trembled, holding on to the stone wall next to him, shaking his body to look at everything in the cave.

This place where he was born and raised is no longer what it used to be.

Next to the shattered clay pot was the corpse of the old man of the clan, next to his brother, and a charred tuber in the fire......

The blood soaked into the stone, and there were traces of the fight, and a broken arrow without feathers fell to the ground, and on it was an animal bone arrowhead, which was not a clansman, because the arrows of the tribe had feathers on them.

Most of the corpses in the cave were old people and children, and everything they had hoped for had now come to naught. A few blood-stained footprints stretched outward, and all the artifacts in the cave were gone, even the broken clay pot, most of which had been taken away.

There were several broken stone axes on the ground, and the method of binding them was not clansmen's, and there were black coagulated blood stains on the stone axes.

He took the broken stone axe like mad and rushed outside, lifted the stone and smashed it so hard that he had no strength to smash it, and lay on the ground crying loudly.

The rest of the tribesmen climbed up the tall trees and howled loudly into the distance, calling madly the names of those who were not corpses, over and over again, until it was dark, their voices were hoarse, and the branches were broken.

The cries of seven or eight people echoed through the valley, turning the familiar names into voices, drifting everywhere they had picked apricots and dug up fern roots, but there was not the slightest response......