The next day, the craftsmen still got the steamed buns and other food as they wished, and they were not picky and began to eat the steamed buns seriously.

After eating, he burped and walked from side to side.

The architecture of the tribe and other things were very new to them, and they had never been observed so closely, and maybe they could learn how to make some tools.

They were very interested, and they felt very amazing to see the salt water churning on the cauldron, and the steam rising like mist, and watching the people burrow into the ground, and the smoke rushing out of the small semicircular castle.

These don't seem to be useful, and they don't know what the use of the road is, they just think it's strange and want to see it.

Wang Yang did not stop them from looking, the processing of weapons and other tools was carried out in the bungalow, and no one liked to face the big sun on the equator.

As for the processing procedures outside, it doesn't matter if you show them, is it possible to expect them to spend time making salt?

Time flies, a few days pass quickly, and Wang Yang still paints pictures day and night, arousing the interest of the craftsmen, hoping that they will draw the damn copper mine.

Especially in the boring daytime, under the high sky, in the scorching golden light, in the bursts of heat, sweating profusely, constantly drawing.

When you have time, you can't waste it, even if it's boring and irritable.

He could see that the craftsmen were progressing little by little, and their comprehension of painting and their ability to paint were increasing, but they didn't seem to be keen on painting the past.

Instead, I prefer the scene in front of the picture where salt is smelting and burning bricks. Even if it's a hunt, it's better than anything else.

It's quite normal for their minds to be there. Drawing it out is what it was, the previous life. I don't have much nostalgia, so I rarely draw it.

Now they want to. It's the current life, and the strange behavior of the people on the other side, and the hunting.

It can be seen that they still want to hunt, but they always feel that the prey they catch is not solid enough, what if they refuse to give food?

But what they are most curious about is the life of the human beings opposite.

What they draw is also the opposite life.

Wang Yang used this as a breakthrough to paint the life of the tribe before. Migration, including things in the canyon, and ask them how your life was before, where have you been?

Seeing his kind face, the craftsmen felt very strange, why were they so kind-hearted?

Moreover, didn't he already paint his previous life with Wang Yang?

The tall man felt that it was troublesome to draw and draw, so he simply raised his fists and slapped his chest. Whimper.

Well, he's saying he's brothers with the orangutan.

The craftsmen's response is not very high, and their minds have been largely detached from the pictures.

Perhaps, they are impatient guys. Perhaps, it was the damn hot sun that made them irritable.

They began to focus on watching Wang Yang draw. And don't want to draw it yourself.

Wang Yang threw the branch down: "If you want to see it, you can draw it yourself, I won't paint it!" ”

The craftsmen remained unmoved. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with them.

This attitude made Wang Yang very annoyed, and he ate and drank for nothing all day long. When he really came to travel, Wang Yang told them very simply, whoever doesn't paint, don't eat dinner!

Also, whoever draws well and draws more, can divide a little more at dinner!

In the face of Wang Yang's scorching gaze, the craftsmen finally realized that it was impossible to lie down and bask in the sun.

So they had to start painting, with Wang Yang supervising on the side.

Wang Yang didn't want to force them, the ability to draw was not forced, if he wanted to draw well, draw beautifully, and draw what he wanted to express, he could only do it if he really wanted to draw.

But they have nothing to do all day long, idle and looking around, which really gives Wang Yang a headache.

Wang Yang spent so much time and energy, didn't he just want to know where the Ludao Copper Mine was? Otherwise, at this time, he should hide in a cool and ventilated big house, and sleep beautifully in the afternoon.

What he has to do now is to let the craftsmen make painting a job, and when they can draw where the copper mine is, the work is finished.

……

The craftsmen became more and more interested in the tools of the tribe, and after a few days of observation, they finally discovered that the weapons were made in the buildings.

They can't see it, and they feel very sorry.

But their curiosity to figure out what's going on has not diminished at all, but has become stronger and stronger, because those tools are really easy to use, and if they can get their hands on them, their strength will definitely be stronger.

They often saw the men bring in some branches and go into the big house, and when they came out, the branches turned into sharp wooden spears.

There were still a little bits of black on the tip of the spear, and they didn't know how they made the black of the road, or how they made the wooden spear so smooth and easy to use.

Even the branches that paint are much better than them, and they are really a special group of people.

They couldn't help but get closer to the distance they were observing, and when they found that the patrol was not responding, they moved closer, and when they saw that the patrol had not reacted, they came closer.

Getting closer, they found that the men might have used fire in the big house, and as they worked, they could see some black smoke coming out of the open door.

They still wanted to get closer, and the patrol's wooden spears reached out.

"Woo!" They expressed their dissatisfaction, and they could already see some of the status in the big house, and they almost understood how to deal with it, but let these people all stir up.

They expressed their dissatisfaction and wanted to see more.

Wang Yang knew that their actions were not stopped, because it was useless at all, and it only added to the troubles.

As long as they don't make stupid mistakes and do messy things, then it doesn't matter, let them get close, there are patrols for everything, and they are not afraid that they will cross the line.

However, this seedling was planted in the hearts of the craftsmen, and after a few days, the more they looked, the more they wanted to know the process of processing, and their hearts were itching.

So on this day, they came to the front of the patrol, and there was no doubt that the wooden spears of the patrol arrived in front of them.

"Woo!" The dozen or so people led by tall people once again expressed their dissatisfaction.

After observing during this time, the tall man also discovered that the other person could communicate with pictures, and in some places they drew better than them.

Some places are worse than theirs, and the worse places are, naturally, hieroglyphs.

So the tall man patiently drew pictures of the people on the patrol, saying that he was just going to look at them and not doing anything else.

More than a dozen members of the patrol shook their heads together, and there was no need to think about it at all.

Wang Yang confessed that he should not show them the processing process of the weapon, but in fact, there is no need for him to say it, and everyone feels that they cannot show it to others at will, which is a sense of crisis that has appeared in everyone after the improvement of intelligence.

I always feel that these weapons have to be hidden and guarded by myself, and they are easy not to be discovered by others.

It doesn't work to see! The dozen or so members of the patrol were not negotiable.

"Woo!" The tall man was very dissatisfied, he pointed to Wang Yang in the distance, and it was another gesture and a picture, expressing his meaning with difficulty.

That's to say, Wang Yang, our leader, you are very afraid of him, so he is also your leader, and now the leader wants us to go over and see the process, hurry up and get out of the way!

After speaking, the tall man and the others suddenly felt confident, originally the tall man was still thinking about how to pass, but at this time, he suddenly thought that they were also afraid of Wang Yang, and finally found a reasonable reason.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the tall man and the others pushed away the wooden spear and were about to come over, the patrol captain snorted coldly, stretched out the wooden spear again, and pushed it against the tall man, forcing him back.

The tall man and the others suddenly got angry and kept screaming.

The patrol captain came to Wang Yang and asked Wang Yang if there was such a thing.

Wang Yang shook his head and went over with him.

His arrival made the tall man and others extremely happy, thinking that Wang Yang was here, and he would definitely be able to pass.

Wang Yang waved his hand to them and asked them to go back with him.

The tall man and the others were stunned for a moment, not understanding what the situation was, and pointed to those big houses to Wang Yang in a hurry.

Wang raised his eyebrows, frowned, scolded, and pulled the tall man back.

He was not in a very good mood now, he was a little impatient by the craftsmen, and he didn't bother to explain anything, so he directly used his usual coercion to face the craftsmen coldly.

As soon as they saw the tall man, they knew that Wang Yang was in a bad mood, but they didn't agree with Wang Yang's retreat, they felt that they should go over at this time, and there was no reason not to go over and take a look.

So he yelled at Wang Yang again.

"Boom!"

Wang Yang suddenly threw off a stone and smashed it on the red ground like a cannonball, splashing all over the ground.

He pointed to the craftsmen and told them to go back.

"Woo!" The tall man and the others were unhappy, hesitated, met Wang Yang's increasingly gloomy gaze, thought about it, and walked back.

Walking back to the open space, Wang Yang drew a picture directly on the ground, drawing the first rule he had set a few days ago.

Without their permission, one cannot set foot in their complex.

He looked at everyone coldly and raised his fist.

"Have you forgotten?! Want to get beaten?! ”

Everyone understood the meaning from his angry whining, and lowered their heads in a depressed mood.

originally thought that Wang Yang would help them, but he scolded him, and he would be in a bad mood for anyone.

Wang Yang understood their thoughts, but still didn't help them, and it was precisely because he understood their thoughts that he was unhappy.

He had already made it a rule that he could not go to the patrol's territory without their consent.

I used to live here, and I had food and drink, and I was already very well taken care of, and I still wanted to be presumptuous, and I didn't even listen to my own words.

If it goes on like this, what is it?

Wang Yang was afraid that they would clash with the patrol, and if they really fought, would he still be able to help the craftsmen? Definitely not.

After a few days of calm, the flame of curiosity in the hearts of the craftsmen was rekindled.

(I heard that yesterday was Valentine's Day?) I don't even know what to do...... (To be continued......)