When the people of the tribe returned, they saw a Luo Chuan sitting in ruins. When the people of the www.biquge.info tribe saw Luo Chuan, they immediately became excited, and the first person to run over was Dian, "Chief, you beat those giants away?" ”

Luo Chuan shook his head, "It's not me, it's Xingtian!" ”

"Ah, Xingtian? What about the Celestial Torturers? The tribesmen began to look around to see this big stupid man. But except for the ruins and bloodstains all over the ground, there was no trace of Xingtian.

Luo Chuan didn't answer, beckoned Xi and Baiyun, and arranged for the clansmen to rest at night while it was still dark. After speaking, he walked to the back mountain with his tired body.

He wanted to understand, "Why are you indifferent to the tribe being attacked?" "The tree of civilization grew more and more luxuriant, and it was more than two feet tall. It's still so holy with starlight.

"Luo Chuan, you are very lucky, if there is no Xingtian, I want to know if you regret not inheriting the ancestral body?" The civilization tree did not answer Luo Chuan's question, but directly ignored it, and threw out Luo Chuan's decision that had always made it mind.

"So, because I didn't inherit the ancestral body, you want to abandon me, right?" Luo Chuan's tone was very calm, as if he was saying something inconsequential.

"No, if your life is really threatened, I'll protect you. Your civilization mission is not overdue, and I will not let you die. You are lucky this time, but this luck will not be with you. Civilization grows without your naivety. If you didn't use the energy of the Ancestral Body to save people, I can tell you that the giants would not dare to provoke you. And after the other humans in Deserted Summer feel your breath, they only need you to raise your arms and exhale to gather the dragon totem. ”

The civilization tree with an educational tone resounded in Luo Chuan's mind. In the eyes of the civilization tree, Luo Chuan has always been a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, obviously with very good conditions, but until now the development of civilization is still facing bottlenecks. It decided to use this punishment to wake Luo Chuan up.

"I see!" Luo Chuan seemed to answer, and was about to leave after saying this. After taking two steps, he paused. "When will Kai wake up?"

"This winter!" Luo Chuan, who got the answer, strode out of the cave. The Civilization Tree didn't know that Luo Chuan had come back many, many years later.

Wind is another dead hero of the tribe, and his death has made the people of the tribe cry in pain. The fire took away his body, the green smoke sent away his soul, and his indomitable spirit chose to stay. A breeze blew, and the green smoke hit a corner in the sky, and with reluctance, he glanced back at his people, and then flew higher and higher in his mother's arms.

The tribe knew that he had gone to Heaven, just like the rest of the tribe who had died. They bless those who are still standing on this land in the Heavenly Realm.

The wife of the wind, whose belly is already bulging, Xi and Baiyun said that on this autumn day when the fruit is ripe, the child of the wind will be born. Before this little guy came into the world, he was named by Luo Chuan, whether it was male or female, the child would be called: "Fish Facing the Wind", telling him that whenever the breeze blows, it is his father's caresse.

"Everything will be fine." After the ceremony, Luo Chuan said to the clansmen.

The clansmen did not doubt that as long as their leader was there, they believed that everything would be fine. "We've got the patriarch here, and everything will be fine."

Luo Chuan's frowning brows finally relaxed, and he showed a firm smile to everyone. "Let's go to sleep, and tomorrow we'll rebuild our home."

Luo Chuan did not take charge of the reconstruction work, this time he planned the construction of the tribe with the clansmen, and each house was settled in accordance with the prescribed orientation. Toilets and livestock houses were also built at the end of each row of houses. Luo Chuan was very careful, if you stood on the back hill and looked at it, the tribe's houses were divided into neat squares, and in the middle was the ceremonial hall and the children's houses. A simple perimeter wall was also erected on the periphery of the tribe, which was only about two meters high, and was made of mud mixed with hay.

The last row of houses was finished, the leaves had turned yellow, and many of the trees in the jungle were covered with various fruits. The tribe gave birth to more than 20 newborns, because of Xi and Baiyun, this time there was no woman who died due to dystocia.

The arrival of the little life made the tribe busier, and everyone began to prepare to receive food. Last time, the giants attacked and destroyed a lot of farmland, but fortunately, most of the damaged fields were sweet potato fields, and wheat and soybeans were not much. Luo Chuan led the people to bring the harvest seeds back to the tribe one by one, and the pregnant women and women who had just given birth were simply dried in the sun, and then sifted by Xi and Baiyun.

Soybeans and wheat can't be shared by everyone, and Luo Chuan has decided on this delicious food and is waiting for that 'celebration'. The last sweet potato was pulled out of the ground, and Luo Chuan waved his sore arm. Looking back at the tribesmen, they have already planted the sand roots they had collected in the land. This sand root is like chewing wax when eaten raw, but when cooked, it has a slightly fatty sweetness except for some fibers that get stuck between your teeth.

The decision to plant sand roots came from Luochuan, and the land cannot be barren, even if it is barren for one winter, it will be overgrown with many weeds in the spring of next year. The sand root grows in the winter and can be harvested in the spring, and at the moment there is no crop for the tribe to change the season, and it happens to have an effect.

After planting, Luo Chuan asked the tribesmen to go to the jungle to collect fruits, and then relied on the plant encyclopedia of Xi to distinguish their roles and collect all those useful fruits. Then according to the different functions of the fruit, the room assembly is carried out. After doing all this, the autumn of this year has come to an end.

The leaves fell more diligently, and the wind blew colder. This winter does not seem to be sad, there is plenty of food in the tribe, and Ah Dong returns with a caravan full of goods every time, bringing back many items to protect against the cold.

As Luo Chuan said a long time ago, "Everything will be fine." ”

Luo Chuan seemed to have completely forgotten the task of civilization, and before the winter came, he and Yun Jie pondered papermaking technology. Nowadays, children are using tree bark and charcoal as a tool to learn words. Luo Chuan sees that civilization needs progress, knowledge is the primary productive force, and papermaking must start to act.

Penmo Luo Chuan has already thought about it. Ink is a kind of black pulp of fruit, the pen is used to dig holes in branches, and then stuffed with the feathers of the big white bird-goose that the women caught, first use the brush words to make these wild children self-cultivation, and when they are older, Luo Chuan will find a way to make pens and other things.

Yunjie constantly asked the children to chisel the bark into wood pulp and cook it themselves over the fire. When the pot is thickened, pour it into the prepared vat. Luo Chuan constantly used a wooden frame with a fine net to sieve from the cooled vat, and then let the wood pulp condensed on the net be vigorously pressed. This kind of work is very laborious, and the force required is not small, and only Luo Chuan can do the work of squeezing for the time being. Every day, Luo Chuan was exhausted for this.

It was another day of papermaking to complete, and these collapsed papers that looked green and yellow because there was no bleach, Luo Chuan was very satisfied, and it was much better than using tree bark. If you do the math, the dosage should be enough for these dozens of children until next summer.

Luo Chuan walked out of the paper room, and a trace of coldness floated on his forehead. Before I knew it, snowflakes began to fall in the sky. Luo Chuan spread out his palms and let the snowflakes fall in the palms of his hands, "Winter is coming!" ”

"Luo Chuan, what the hell are you doing? There is less than half a year left in the civilization mission, and you tell me that you want to break the jar? "What Luo Chuan has done in the past few months, the civilization tree has seen it in his eyes, Luo Chuan has completely devoted himself to the construction of the tribe, and the civilization task has not made half a cent of progress, and the civilization tree is a little anxious.

Luo Chuan didn't seem to hear, and the snowflakes on his palms turned into water droplets, and another snowflake fell. "Sure enough, every snowflake is different."

"Luo Chuan, what am I asking you? If the civilization mission is not completed, I can't protect you, do you know how much the previous civilization tree paid to cover up the exploration of overseas civilizations? Don't be depressed, I beg you, I will never harm you. Luo Chuan was still deaf.

It wasn't until I saw a figure running down the back mountain that a smile surfaced. "Chief, I'm back." That person is Kai.

At this time, Luo Chuan said into the air, "You don't have to worry about my business. ”