After experiencing the first earthquake in his life, Wang Yang is still a little frightened when he thinks about it now.

The dark scene of that day, the rumbling sound of rolling rocks, is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

Fortunately, the earthquake was not very powerful, did not last long, and caused no casualties.

Wang Yang was quite puzzled, could it be that this area is in the tectonic plate junction zone?

He didn't think much of it, and came to the campfire.

Li Si is still painting, he doesn't paint much, it's just some trivial things, but his paintings are becoming more and more spiritual, and they are very literary and artistic.

Recently, he has been painting more freely, and adults are no longer as hungry and thirsty as when they first came into contact, and Wang Yang's sharing has relieved him of a lot of pressure.

He can draw whatever he wants.

Wang Yang watched him paint tirelessly every day, rarely moving, and his body bones developed relatively thin, much worse than those wild children.

Counting the age, he is already five years old.

Due to the short lifespan of apes in this period, relatively early development, generally seven-year-old children have to have the ability to enter the forest independently to survive.

If there is a lack of food, they have to look for food at this age.

Wang Yang himself went out when he was five years old.

Now do the math, you should ...... Seven years old? Eight years old?

"Hiss~" Wang Yang gasped, he was actually a little vague about his age, he patted his brain, a little helpless.

As for the concept of time, he is very vague now, don't go to class, don't have to go to work, and don't worry about when he will become a leftover man.

It is also possible that this body makes him have a vague ability to preserve his memories, and it is known that ape-men do not have outstanding memories.

Now the development momentum of the tribe is very good, and inadvertently, the group of children born together with Wang Yang also joined the battle, and the number of combat power has exceeded twenty.

In terms of weapons, thanks to a series of traps such as catapults, they are not scarce, and everyone can find a weapon that suits them.

Everything is moving for the better.

I still remember the tribe that was threatened by wolves that year, but I never thought that a few years later, even in the face of wolves, I would have the courage not to be afraid.

Thinking about the change in the tribe, I feel incredible.

So, everything depends on strength, whether it's numbers or weapons, it's one of them.

The next day, it was cloudy and clear, with light snow in some areas.

After experiencing the aftershocks again, Wang Yang went into the forest to find some straight branches, and then tied the slings to them and made a floating pole.

Then go to the creek to collect round pebbles, which again involves damn physics.

Even Wang Yang, who studied liberal arts, knew that the wind resistance of pebbles was smaller and he could throw farther.

He collected these stones and used them as the main shells, even going so far as to tear down the stone tunnels where the fish were caught.

For the current tribe, these two fish are no longer missing, and this method is very backward, just weave a fine net, intercept it into the stream, and those fish have nowhere to escape.

Wang Yang made a few floating rods, gave them to those adults who were particularly not allowed, and then watched from the sidelines.

The floating rod actually needs to be tailor-made, and it is about the same height as a person, but everyone's height is different, and it is almost enough, and it is not a private custom.

The adults took the float and began to practice.

"cough~cough~cough~"

The stones flew forward unhurriedly, as if they were not full, and the speed was not as fast as the original catapult, and it felt soft.

Wang Yang frowned slightly, the speed has decreased, has the power also decreased?

He didn't shout to stop, but continued to let them try, hearing that this kind of floating rod is easier to master and more accurate.

Of course, he also pays attention to Xiaohong from time to time.

This good seedling really made Wang Yang very happy, and she threw more and more accurately, and she also studied a more comfortable posture, side throwing.

I saw her body slightly sideways, gently turning the sling, staring closely at the target on the trunk, suddenly her pupils shrank, her hand was violently forced, and she threw it forward.

I only heard a muffled sound of "boom", and the stone hit the target accurately.

She jumped up happily, and it was not easy to hit it once.

Wang Yang saw that she had been playing for a long time and should be tired, so he took a fruit, ran to her, solemnly gave it to her, and said loudly: "You won the first place in this year's stone-throwing competition, your performance is quite perfect, and you are worthy of the genius of my tribe by overwhelmingly beating the other seeded players. ”

After Wang Yang finished speaking, he spread his hands, where is the applause? Where is the gaze of envy, jealousy, and hatred?

Everyone was sick and the attention was drawn to the new floating, wanting to try something new.

A few days later, the float was improving.

Originally, they couldn't even touch the trunk of the tree, but now they can touch the trunk, and occasionally they can hit the target, and the progress is so fast that even Xiaohong is red-eyed.

Not to mention the others, they all wanted to take it over and play with it, but they were stopped by Wang Yang and ruthlessly pushed aside.

Because the game they see now will be a big killer in the future, to put it bluntly, this is training, and only those adults who can't use the floating rod can use it.

The accuracy went up, but the range and power went down.

This is also a way that can't be helped, no matter how long the range, no matter how powerful it is, it's nonsense to miss it, as long as it can hit, it doesn't matter if it's far away, let the other party hurt for a while.

Of course, Wang Yang couldn't let everyone practice slinging.

After observing for a while, he still screened out some adults who were really not good at crosshair.

Now that the workforce is there, how can we waste the opportunity to cultivate the orchard?

So slowly, the situation of division of labor was formed.

In the evening, Wang Yang called everyone to gather around him and watch him paint.

In order to let everyone better understand their intentions, Wang Yang chose a scene that they were familiar with.

A few trees, a few people, a rabbit.

The rabbit in the painting carefully observes its surroundings, trying to have a safe meal.

And everyone hid far away, with a sling in their hands, carefully aiming.

Suddenly, they threw the stones in their hands, and the rabbit spotted them, turned around and ran.

But several of the stones were thrown at its place, and one of them hit it just right, and it was smashed motionless and fell to the ground.

And they went up and took the rabbit into their pockets.

These are a few fairly simple comic strips, and the content is also very simple and clear, and after a few days and nights, everyone finally understood these pictures that they had never experienced before.

They looked very surprised, and some of them couldn't react, and they really couldn't understand why Wang Yang had not experienced it, but he could draw it.

This kind of imagination created out of thin air is almost undesirable.

Then, they carefully looked at a few pictures slowly, and painted wonderful art in their minds.

Whenever this happens, Wang Yang will sit quietly on the sidelines, gratifying to watch their difficult but always moving forward progress.

And the spring of the new year is quietly coming at this time.

(Most of the expertise on the slings comes from "I'm a Big Stupid Bear" book friends, and I would like to thank you.) ）

(At the same time, I would also like to thank many readers for their suggestions and the opinions of all kinds of professional knowledge and book friends, a book, only one person stupidly wrote, that is not a special book.) ）

(Only with everyone's support can we write a special book.) I don't like sensationalism, a big man, there is nothing meaty, really, only grateful. Kindness...... It's a big deal! ）