When he arrived in the cave, Wang Yang took out the pheasant and fell comfortably on the wolf's fur.

Everyone gathered around in amazement and turned the pheasant over and over again, which was very fresh.

Catching a pheasant is a rare novelty in a hundred years, they never thought about it, and it would be good to occasionally encounter a pheasant with zero IQ, and they may not be able to catch it.

After glancing at Wang Yang a few times, they didn't say a word, and immediately barbecued the pheasant after picking up the pheasant.

For those bright feathers, they have no interest in the slightest, and they will eat and dress warmly first.

Wang Yang rested for a while, then carried the wooden barrel to the stream and cleaned it several times.

It wasn't that he was afraid that the beast would follow him to the cave after the smell of blood, but in fact he wanted to see the blade-toothed tiger come at him single-handedly, so that he could use his spear to get rid of it.

In this way, everyone realized that their collective combat effectiveness had been raised to a higher level, and they dared to go deep into the jungle.

He washed the barrel purely for fear that the next day in the deep forest, the smell of blood would attract the beasts to pay attention to the barrel, so how could he hunt?

To his surprise, Zhang San looked at him with bright eyes, wondering if he realized the usefulness of the barrel.

He didn't care, after supervising Zhang San to complete another round of training, he ate a chicken leg and lay down to rest.

At night, the lightning outside the cave was like a silver snake, the heavy rain was majestic, the thunder tore through the dark night sky, the wind whistled like a ghost, and the sound of the rain reminded Wang Yang of a machine gun.

He couldn't help but sigh that if only he had a gun with unlimited bullets.

But that's fantasy, it's unrealistic.

But he firmly believes that as long as everyone listens to him and understands him, there will be bread and milk.

Under the violently tumbling thunder, everyone shrunk into a ball and snuggled tightly together, and the flickering white light from time to time brightened the horror and fear on everyone's faces.

Wang Yang stood at the mouth of the cave, feeling the palpitations of the wind and rain, and looking back at the expressions of everyone.

There is not much emotion, animals are instinctively afraid of thunder, just like they were afraid of fire before they mastered it, which is understandable.

He looked at Thunder, thinking about the miracle.

If they can make a demining device and let everyone see that they have successfully guided the demining, it should be regarded as an absolute miracle, after all, in their cognition, how can people lead the demining?

If you let the thunder strike and not die, then you will become a god.

Well, the modern era has also become a god.

Then he wondered, was he going to do a magic trick for them?

For example, the box escapes.

It's very simple, just make a wooden box and set up a mechanism.

But the point is, can they understand it?

They don't even have the concept of a box, and this magic doesn't mean anything to them.

It's like a good song, you listen to it and think it's good, and you put it on the cow......

Even if it is a big change, they will not have any reaction.

If they conjure up a whole bunch of food, or poke a beast to death with qigong, they have a reaction.

He didn't dwell on this question for long, he just went to sleep.

……

After a night of silence, early the next morning, Wang Yang set off again and entered the depths of the deep forest.

In the deep forest after heavy rain, there will be many water droplets on the leaves of the young grass sprouts, and the green will be crisp.

The air is exceptionally fresh, and taking a sip is more enjoyable than chewing gum.

In such a fairy tale scene, it is easy to think of stories like The Wizard of Oz.

But the reality is that you will never like to walk in such a deep forest.

At this time, the deep forest is very quiet, and the water droplets drip down from time to time, stepping on the wet and humid ground, each time it will bring up mud and be very heavy.

The deep forest is very humid, and the cold water droplets will run down your neck and down your back, which is very cold.

It's easy to feel lonely, like the whole world is gone, and it's just you.

But the worst thing is that you understand that there is a crisis here and that it is not safe.

He still chose to come to the fruit tree, and the fruit tree was engraved with the words "fruit tree one" by him to facilitate later identification.

When he got there, he laid a trap, went up the tree, and waited.

This time, the annoying blade-toothed tiger still appeared, and the two sides greeted each other's eighteenth generation ancestors very politely for a while, ending in Wang Yang's complete victory.

After the blade-toothed tiger left, Wang Yang kept thinking about what it would take to solve it while waiting.

He had thought of setting up a trap to catch large beasts.

The trap is simple, just dig a hole.

But he found a serious problem, in the outer part of the forest, the presence of ape-men, large predators moved deep into the forest.

That is, there are no large beasts on the periphery.

And if you dig a big hole there, just to catch small animals?

And animals are not stupid, how can they jump into the pit and wait for you to catch them?

Even the pheasant from yesterday understood that it was not good to enter the barrel with a low field of vision, so he hesitated for a long time.

And the current tools are too poor, there is no shovel, holding rough and short stone tools, digging a meter deep I don't know how long to dig, and the effort is far from the big return.

Besides, it is enough to catch small animals and have a wooden barrel to carry with you, which is simple and practical.

Digging a pit deep in the forest is even more impractical.

The pit was not deep enough, and the large animals jumped out in one leap.

It is necessary to dig at least a two-meter pit to ensure that many animals cannot jump out.

But Wang Yang himself is only one meter, that is to say, as long as he digs to a depth of one meter, he can't see the situation around him, and at this time, the blade-toothed tiger is quietly lurking......

He could imagine the Bladetooth Tiger's evil grin.

This is still an optimistic situation.

Everyone knows that this kind of deep pit can't be dug in a short time by Wang Yang alone, at least for a few days, if there is a rainstorm or something during this time, well, it will become a swimming pool......

Therefore, although the deep pit has certain benefits, either the pay is not worth the return, or the risk is too high, almost like a chicken rib.

I don't know the stories and movies of these years, why I always like to dig pits, how can people who really hunt dig pits everywhere, and they are not tomb robbers.

In the future, if a group of people can enter the deep forest with wooden spears, why do you need a pit, one person and one spear poke through, it will not die with its surname!

Thinking like this, a prey entered Wang Yang's line of sight.

It was a mole, with grayish fur and a small size, forty centimeters long, just long enough to cover a barrel.

To be honest, this one is a little different from the mole that was caught, that Wang Yang didn't dare to make up his mind at all, but this one can be very sure.

Because not only the front paws are sharp, but the hind paws are equally sharp, the nails are up to two centimeters long, and the nose is slender and round, like that of a pig.

It quickly went into the range, to the barrel.

Its courage is much greater than that of a pheasant, and its IQ is much higher, because it does not stick its head into the barrel, but goes backwards, always looking at Wang Yang.

It's an animal instinct to keep your vision open while ensuring food.

Wang Yang could see that its hind feet were hooking the fruit, and wanted to hook the fruit in front of it.

The barrel shook slightly because of its movements.

Wang Yang was a little nervous, he didn't know how to deal with such a situation, if he threw the stone directly, the mole would definitely run away desperately, if he didn't lose it, wouldn't it be a waste of fruit to give away?

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