The next day, Wang Yang did not go out to look for food, and the injury on his leg made it difficult for him to move.

He stayed in the cave, quietly observing the wound to see if the thistle was really antibacterial and anti-inflammatory.

The effect of hemostasis has been confirmed yesterday, and the wound quickly formed a hard blood scar, and today, the wound is still the same as yesterday, very calm, and there are no symptoms of inflammation and infection.

This is a very good sign, and I have finally discovered the first herb.

The adults did not ask Wang Yang to look for food, they were anxious about Wang Yang's situation.

After all, everything Wang Yang has shown has far exceeded their cognition, and with him, they can get more food.

So they didn't take the initiative to ask Wang Yang to get food, which can be regarded as a special care.

Wang Yang could feel their concern, but because of this, he was extremely speechless.

Obviously, you have a certain amount of intelligence, why can't you understand your own thoughts? Why don't you listen to yourself?

Why can't they imagine the future crisis?

It's a pity that even if I have thousands of thoughts of rapid development, I can only bury them in the depths of my heart.

I really want to stand in front of the stream and chant a sentence: How sad can you be, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward......

The fundamental difficulty in communicating with the apes was that there was no language.

It is difficult to express complex thoughts with body movements.

When you're hungry, you can open your mouth, when it's in pain, you can scream, you don't want to do anything, and you can wave your little hands.

But to ask him to explain everything in the future, he can't express it at all by just doing a few actions.

He wanted to teach them how to speak, but unfortunately he had a problem with pronunciation himself.

What we need to do now is to make them all listen to themselves and gather the scattered sand into a thick wall.

This difficulty, which is also more difficult than ascending to the sky, is very tricky.

In the absence of words, he can only show his difference through his actions, so that everyone can fear himself and become a god.

This requires some miracles.

But I have heard a lot of miracles, and I have never seen them before, so how can I create miracles?

Far away, the prophet Moses parted the Red Sea, and the ancient qi refiners soared in the daytime.

Nearby, there is a magic master across the river, and the "qigong master" Wang Moumou comes to the snake in an empty basin.

But whether it is a legend or a magic trick, it is amazing, and turning the impossible into a possibility can be called a miracle.

Wang Yang doesn't know how to cultivate, can't do magic, and hasn't studied magic, so it's really difficult for him to create miracles in an era when resources are so scarce.

In fact, the scene where he used fire for the first time was an out-and-out miracle in the eyes of people of this era.

It's just that he didn't expect today's embarrassing situation at that time, otherwise he would have planned it carefully.

And now for him to create another miracle, racking his brains is not enough.

Unless he was asked to invent the electric light now, he could be sure that everyone would worship themselves as if they were the sun god.

On this day, he did nothing, stayed in the cave and forgot to sleep and eat about it.

This problem, a sleepy, is more than a month, until the arrival of early autumn.

In early autumn, thoughts flutter with the yellow leaves, swaying and dyeing the sky.

In the golden world, his sorrow flowed like a trickle of three thousand flowing water with his long hair.

In the rapids of the dangerous shoals, I turned a hundred times over and over again, but I never could scoop up a sip of old wine.

He is not poetic, even if he has the potential to be a literary youth.

What he thinks about is still the most primitive and ancient topic, three acres of land and a cow, and his wife and children are hot on the kang......

That's right, being well-fed and clothed and immortal has become his realistic goal, and he and his wife sang in the dusk of the setting sun: "The most beautiful thing is the red sunset." It has become his lifelong wish.

What kind of capital is the same as fascism, Marx, Lenin and Engels, to hell with it all for the time being.

But the ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, Wang Yang never thought of how to create miracles.

He can't care so much, he can only look at the present.

The matter of entering the depths of the deep forest is almost hopeless this year, and Wang Yang does not force it, and it is the royal road to survive this winter now.

The adults had no idea of the desperate situation they were going to face, and they were still happy to live a life of contentment.

They are really too easily satisfied, in the past, they ate fruits and wild vegetables, but now they often eat meat, how can they not be happy?

Regarding their inaction, Wang Yang bluntly said that he was not motivated, and he was not angry.

However, Wang Yang is not idle, he has been making all kinds of preparations for winter.

In the past month, he cut down a large tree, cut off a 50-centimeter-high stake, stripped off the bark, and then dug three centimeters inward.

The whole excavation process was slow and painstaking, mainly because he didn't have much time to dig.

During the day, he had to follow the adults in search of food, and only after tea and dinner could he carry out this work.

Of course, there are also reasons why the tool is bad.

Often he would dig until his hands were sore, and he couldn't lift it.

Fortunately, those little hairy children don't know if they are bored and often help him.

One of the children was very enthusiastic, or admired, and liked to stick with Wang Yang, and even when he was sleeping, he desperately leaned towards his position.

More clingy to him than his sister.

Wang Yang was full of praise for this, and praised this child for his spirituality and will become a great weapon in the future. simply silently gave the child a resounding name - Zhang San.

Wang Yang also trained him specially because of this, and taught him what he had practiced, such as climbing trees and push-ups.

Anyway, these are absolutely good for themselves.

What is rare is that Zhang San is particularly focused, and there is no rejection of these boring trainings.

With an extra capable little assistant, it is natural to get twice the result with half the effort, and the other children also want to please Wang Yang, and the matter will soon be settled.

The first man-made wooden barrel in history appeared!

Wang Yang looked at his finished product and smiled happily.

Don't think that Wang Yang is so idle, he made such a tool to fetch water and drink, he doesn't have that mood.

The more important role of this barrel is to hunt.

That's right, it's hunting.

As the saying goes, knowledge is power, but imagination is the key to development.

If you want to make the most of it, you need to use your imagination.

Using wooden barrels to catch food is believed to be very clear to some officials, and it is easy to say.

It is to put a fruit on the ground, cover the fruit with a wooden barrel, and then take a branch and hold up one corner of the wooden barrel.

Then he took a rope and tied the branches, and the man hid aside, holding the rope in his hand.

As soon as those little animals get in and eat the fruit, pull the rope and pull the branches off, the barrel will be covered, and the little animals will be covered.

I believe that everyone will feel familiar with this, did they do it back then?

Wang Yang didn't have a rope and couldn't pull the branches off, but this was definitely not a problem!

The "Xiao Li Flying Knife" that he has practiced for so long is not used for tricks.

At that moment, he picked up a branch, held the barrel and held it up, and the man stood twenty meters away, weighed the weight of the stone in his hand, and looked at the branch with his eyes narrowed.

With a "cough", he threw it away.

I only heard the sound of "pop", the stone was in the middle of the red heart, and the wooden barrel was dullly covered down, colliding with the earth dullly.

Wang Yang grinned. (Ask for collections, ask for recommendation votes!) ）