This is a good sign, and the more they draw, the more they draw, the day when they will draw the location of the copper mine.

Now their relationship with Wang Yang is slowly estranged, and Wang Yang has changed from a ruling leader to a tool keeper and a food provider.

Moreover, this food can only be obtained through constant painting, just like a landlord who deducts short-term work.

Wang Yang didn't care, he forced them to paint as much as he could, forcing them to paint like this, but it made them a lot more honest and couldn't think of other ideas.

This time, he has completed the image of a tyrant, although it is far from the real tyrant of later generations, but in the hearts of craftsmen, it is no different.

They had never seen each other, and when there was enough food, they had to draw to get food if they didn't give it to others.

In this regard, although they were dissatisfied, they did not say anything.

In the past few days, another incident happened in the tribe, the sweet potatoes were ripe, so the members of the patrol sent adults and children to pass by the craftsmen and began to collect sweet potatoes.

Sweet potatoes are managed quite well, and the planting area is getting larger and larger, and people have found that the yield of sweet potatoes is very large, and if you plant one, you can eat one, whether it is vines, leaves, or sweet potatoes themselves, all can be eaten.

This is much stronger than wheat, and only a small grain of wheat can be eaten when a wheat plant is planted.

They tried to take the ears of wheat, the chaff of the wheat, and the other tribes of wheat to make food, or boil it, or add oil and salt, and fry it in a clay pot, but the result was unsatisfactory and unpalatable.

It's still a sweet potato, with its own sweetness. I can boil it and bake it.

They would add sweet potatoes to the porridge, and the result would be thick and yellow. Wang Yang brought a bowl and smelled very fragrant. But somehow I thought of the scene when I had diarrhea, and I almost didn't throw it up.

But thinking about it, Wang Yang hasn't eaten porridge for a long time, and he eats meat and membrane with craftsmen every day, treating everyone equally.

Now in the late dry season, the rainy season will not be long before the first wave of sweet potatoes is ripe, and they go to pick them.

When you pass by the craftsmen's grounds, you will also see what they have painted. It seems that he has not yet drawn the green stone that Wang Yang wants.

The craftsmen were ordered by Wang Yang to ignore their collection work and continue to paint.

At the same time, he also warned the craftsmen not to fight the idea of this sweet potato.

He is not afraid that the craftsmen will collect ripe sweet potatoes, but he is afraid that they will not be divided into immature and will be pulled out, which is too pity.

In the face of the sweet potato picking happening around them, it is impossible for the craftsmen not to react at all.

Watch as the sweet potatoes are dug up and packed into bags. The craftsman is drawn to it, wondering what it is. Can you eat it? Is it tasty?

They were very confused and wanted to find someone to ask and discuss with each other. After discussing it, I still think that Wang Yang is the most likely to know the Tao.

But they are hypocritical, but they don't want to ask Wang Yang. I couldn't help it, so I still asked.

Wang Yang nodded. It means that it can be eaten.

Then they asked, "Can they get these things to eat?"

Wang Yang shook his head. No, it means that you have just broken into their territory, there is a conflict, and they are angry.

The craftsmen were a little distressed, and finally asked Wang Yang to go to their side to get some, they are so afraid of you, they will definitely give it to you.

The king raised his eyebrows, pointed to the picture, and then turned away, ignoring it no more, so angry that the craftsmen left angrily.

They thought that Wang Yang would definitely be able to get that kind of food, but he just wouldn't take it.

The little boy popped up again and said to the others, why don't you go steal a little bit at night and come back?

The craftsmen thought for a while, and were speechless for a while, not knowing whether they wanted to steal a little or not.

They just had a conflict with the people over there, they were beaten badly, and they went to steal, will they be discovered? What should I do if I find out? They really can't beat the people over there.

The little boy was also very troubled by this, and he didn't know what to do if he couldn't beat him.

Unbeknownst to them, they had forgotten about Wang Yang's recent orders.

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The working hours in the tribe are very regular, usually getting up at dawn in the morning, and after eating, they go to pick sweet potatoes with empty bags.

Then at noon, someone would come and call the gathering team for lunch, and as soon as they returned, there would be a prepared meal waiting for them to enjoy.

These delicious meals are not made by women, but by teenagers.

Most of these teenagers are between the ages of four and six, and they also share some light tasks on weekdays, and when it is time to eat, they will make a fire and cook.

As soon as the collection team comes back, they can eat directly, and there is no need to wait at all.

Then everyone washes their dishes, takes a nap, and when the afternoon sun passes, they go back to picking sweet potatoes.

The teenagers played among the tribes, and in the afternoon there was nothing to do, and the weather was hot, so they would paint.

In the evening, not long after they cook on the fire, Wang Yang will come over to get food, and say hello to these teenagers by the way...... Ahem.

At this time, someone will go to call the adults of the collection team to come back for dinner, which is very harmonious and beautiful.

In the evening of this day, Wang Yang went to the tribe to get food again, and the craftsmen felt hungry when they watched him leave, and the fragrance wafting from the tribe was really appetizing.

They were looking forward to Wang Yang bringing back the food and eating it well.

"Wow!" The little boy kicked off the picture on the ground, threw away the branch, and lay down on the ground.

One by one, the other craftsmen threw away their branches and sat or lay down on the ground, gulping down the fresh air.

Drawing all day long makes them feel bored and tired, even though this is something conducive to communication, but no matter how nagging the person is, it is impossible to communicate all day, and just thinking about the picture makes them irritable.

And they live together every day, and the things they can draw are very limited, and the pictures they draw are the same as those drawn by others, and there will be no new emotions.

At first, I thought it was a little interesting, but after a long time of drawing, I got tired of it, and I even wanted to vomit when I saw those pictures.

They didn't realize at all that after this period of high-intensity and forced painting, their communication became more and more perfect and richer, and this benefit was more important than anything else.

The collection team came back, and because some time ago they went to the grassland to graze animals, a large number of people left, so that there were only a few thirty adults in the tribe.

Among these thirty or so people, the patrol team accounted for more than a dozen, and the remaining ten or twenty adults all had to collect sweet potatoes and store them during this time.

Fortunately, the collection work is not fixed like that of wheat, and the maturity period is divided into about three stages, and it only takes half a month to complete each time.

They walked past the craftsmen against bags of sweet potatoes, and although they were sweating, they had full smiles on their faces.

Many of them were capable people who had traveled long distances, when they were still young and terrified of the cold weather and the long distances.

Although they were able to fight many wild beasts by then, life was still hard, and life was in danger because of the damned poisonous snakes.

Snakes are rare to see in this place, and there is no need to hunt hard, so the daily life is very pleasant.

There are also a few Homo erectus who have joined the tribe for a few months, and they are still in a state of "newlywed honeymoon" for the time being, not to mention how satisfied with the life of the tribe.

As they passed by the craftsmen, the smiles on their faces twitched slightly, and their eyes flashed with vigilance and disgust.

There are two emotions in the eyes of the craftsmen, but there is another emotion in the craftsmen, the desire.

The bags of sweet potatoes, they had been salivating for a long time, and they wanted to eat them, but they had never eaten them, so they asked Wang Yang to get them, but Wang Yang ignored them.

At this time, he saw the collection team walking by, and at the instigation of the little boy, the tall man stood up and shouted twice at the collection team.

The adults of the gathering team frowned, glanced at them, ignored them, and moved on.

Seeing that the team was about to go away, the tall man unwillingly stepped forward twice, grabbed a woman who was walking behind, whined twice, and pointed to the bag on her shoulder.

The woman was an erect person, with a smooth body and thick thighs and calves, and it was evident that she had lived a lot of days when she had run away for her life.

I saw her turn her head, glared at the tall man, tore off the tall man's arm, turned her head and left.

didn't get the sweet potato, and didn't have a good face, and the tall man was also so anxious that he took two steps forward and grabbed her again.

"Whew!" The woman screamed, and the others were also attracted by her scream, and the patrol members not far away also swept their cold gazes.

Stared at by more than thirty unkind eyes, the tall man was a little weak-hearted, let go of his hand, and returned to the open space stupidly.

This is a trivial matter, so small that Wang Yang didn't notice it at all.

A few days later, the tall man asked the woman for sweet potatoes when he had something to do, and he asked for sweet potatoes again and again, and he was really, very simply asking for sweet potatoes.

Perhaps it had been repaired so badly that his attitude was not so bad, and the woman would have been less wary of it, and would shake her head at him, and refuse with gestures and pictures.

Once the woman was annoyed by the call, and she was very unhappy and pointed directly to Wang Yang who was taking food, and drew a picture to show that Wang Yang was their leader, and if he didn't give you food, you wouldn't be able to eat, and if you didn't accept it, you would fight with him.

The tall man is depressed, and he fights? Can you beat it? If you lose, you have to go hungry......

At first, he just thought that he couldn't beat Wang Yang and couldn't eat sweet potatoes, but then he discussed with the craftsmen, and the little boy thought that since Wang Yang was also the leader of the group of people opposite, it meant that he also controlled the food of that group of people.

He gave food to the crowd, why didn't he give it to us?

He asked this question, and when the craftsmen thought about it, they angrily found Wang Yang.

Wang Yang said lightly, if you want to eat, you can, as long as you draw a picture well, you can eat it. (To be continued......)