Wang Yang's idea is very good, but unfortunately he doesn't know where to start, and if he wants to bypass language and develop words, this is not a simple job.

In fact, he thought about it a few years ago, trying to make everyone remember the word barrel, but seeing that everyone didn't react, he didn't stop.

Writing itself is a derivative of language, a silent language, when people read books, they naturally recite silently in their hearts, and it itself is another carrier of language.

Therefore, Wang Yang, who is accustomed to having language as a pillar and using words to present language, is a little unaccustomed to it.

Because there are only words and no language, the abstract logic required is more complex, and he is not sure if everyone has such advanced abilities at the moment.

Abstract thinking Wang Yang has been developing, and images are among them, but after all, images are easy to associate, and the text itself is so rigid that it can no longer be rigid, and there are countless changes in one word.

He imprinted the idea of developing words deep in his heart, waiting for the right opportunity.

The atmosphere in the cave was lively, and everyone was relaxing and enjoying a comfortable moment.

The change in climate has no effect on them for the time being, but because of the migration of animals, they have more food, and everyone is happy.

It's just that after looking at Li Si's pictures, the men and women began to be restless, and the two sides moved their hands and feet, whispering from time to time, and more people did not shy away from it, and they came and went, so they were not ashamed.

Yes, spring is coming, and the prosperous period of life has arrived, and there are caves near me. There are small animals in the distance, and there is no concept of maintaining the image of the homeland.

"A bunch of unserious guys......" Wang Yang shook his head. Out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the sky is high and the clouds are wide. When you look up, you can see green moss emerging from the rock walls of the canyon, and beyond that, the sky.

The sky seemed to be incomparably close, and the clouds were thick, changing in various shapes, and disappeared on the edge of the cliff, and I looked at it hurriedly. I thought the sky was so big, it was really a bit of a good idea to sit in a well and watch the sky.

The sun finally had some strength, and it was warm on the body, and it shone obliquely from the left hand side, and fell on the right side, and in a few hours, it could fill the entire canyon.

The campfire has been quietly extinguished, and there is not much dry wood left, which needs to be re-accumulated. Wang Yang had no choice but to save some use, but fortunately, the weather was not so cold, and that little flame was dispensable.

The rats in the canyon were still roaming around, except that they did not dare to approach the blade-toothed tigers. Jumping around with his head down, he didn't know what he was busy with.

The chickens carefully searched for the sand on the ground, lowered their heads and ate it. This will help them digest.

It can be seen that not all animals or people are busy reproducing.

The little red group is not among them. They also patrol the rim of the canyon, alert for possible dangers.

Of course. The worst thing is the saber-toothed tiger.

It doesn't have any desire to reproduce right now, only how to get some food to eat.

Wang Yang didn't have the idea of helping it catch a female blade-toothed tiger, so he didn't bother to care whether the blade-toothed tiger was happy or not.

It stands to reason that since you don't want to help it catch the female blade-toothed tiger, it is equivalent to not producing offspring, and there is no use value of two in one life, two in three, and three in life, and raising it is equivalent to wasting food.

But here's the problem, Wang Yang didn't want to kill it, and he wasn't sure if it would attack humans in the future, so he had to grind off its murderous intent.

Seeing Wang Yang coming, the blade-toothed tiger squatted in front of him, immediately squatted up, licked his lips, and roared slightly.

Wang Yang looked at it calmly, not intending to make any statement.

"Are you licking your lips trying to eat me? Or do you want me to give you meat to eat? ”

"Roar~"

"Well, it seems that the communication between the two of us is not very pleasant, goodbye." Under the eager gaze of the blade-toothed tiger, Wang Yang turned and left.

When the time came to evening, it was another busy time for Wang Yang and the others, and they had to drive all the small animals back to the house to clean up the sanitation in the canyon.

It's not hard at all, just throw their favorite food into the house and they will rush in on their own.

The more troublesome part is that there are always some confused little animals that do not walk into their own houses, and Wang Yang has to catch them.

The chicken boss is typical, he always runs into the rat's nest for some purpose, grabs something to eat with the mice, and then stares, shrinks his body, and is caught by Zhang San who is full of complaints but does not dare to resist.

At this time, the canyon is more difficult to take care of, and there are sawdust, feces, and stench everywhere.

Fortunately, there is a coniferous forest nearby, and Wang Yang made a lot of brooms and cleaned them with everyone.

The dinner was still sumptuous, and there was nothing to offer, but everyone's appetite was obviously not good, and they hadn't worked much lately, so they couldn't consume energy, and they ate so much that the dinner that had a great appetite became tasteless.

Wang Yang had already become a mechanical chewing action, holding a piece of meat while walking to the outside of the cave.

The sky outside is twilight, and the old trees are faint, which is good for poetry and lyrics.

It's a pity that the blade-toothed tiger was so hungry that his chest was close to his back, and when he saw the meat in Wang Yang's hand, he couldn't help but roar twice.

"You want to eat? Hehe......" Wang Yang sneered and ate and drank by himself.

Wang Yingying came out of the cave and came to Wang Yang's side, she took a fruit in her hand, and a piece of cooked meat, and watched the twilight with Wang Yang.

The Bladetooth Tiger barked at her, wanting to mix up something to eat.

Wang Yingying stared at it vigilantly, without any good feelings in her heart, this guy's performance was too restless, always thinking about attacking her brother, of course she was not happy.

But she still reached for the meat, and the blade-toothed tiger stood up happily, and tried to put his head over and stick out his tongue to lick it, but it couldn't lick it, just a little.

It roared in annoyance, and licked it again, but it still couldn't lick it.

"Woo~" Wang Yingying suddenly yelled at it, and then threw the meat aside.

Suddenly, the little chicken brother, who was homeless and had to hide behind the house to avoid the wind, ran over and pecked hard at a large piece of meat.

The blade-toothed tiger immediately became angry and yelled at the little brother of the chicken, that is Lao Tzu's meat!

The little brother of the chicken was startled, and stepped back, but he was not afraid, and continued to eat. It understands very well that that big guy can't do any harm to himself, looking at the mighty, in fact, he is worse than himself, so he still has to eat, right?

The blade-toothed tiger turned his head and shouted dissatisfiedly at Wang Yang, feeling very aggrieved by his treatment.

"Don't complain, it's useless to complain, now you still want to eat meat, and tomorrow, you just want to drink water, save some energy." Wang Yang's attitude was calm and tough, and he was not moved at all. (To be continued......)

PS: It's May, what are you going to do during the holidays? Tourism? Game? Or stay at home?