Tong Biao really wanted to marry the young leader of the village. Peat is actually very ordinary, and it's not a secret. He poked his son Yuan Meng, who was sitting next to him, with his elbow, and casually ordered: "Go, move a few pieces into the basket, and send them to Ah Hao later." ”

Tianhao smiled politely: "Don't be like this, I just said it casually and wanted to see it." Uncle Biao, you better keep it for yourself! ”

To the east of Panshi Village, there is a peat vein about 20 miles away. This thing is very resistant to burning, and it is not difficult to excavate, but because of the long distance, most of the villagers choose to chop wood near the village to make a fire.

Standing up and walking to the corner of the wooden house, this is not a bright fire, Tianhao reached out and picked up a piece of peat, and when his eyes made contact with the flipped part, he was stunned.

This thing is estimated to contain moisture and is frozen hard. It does not have the usual dry texture of ordinary coal, and if you pinch it hard, you can leave shallow finger marks on the surface. The whole mass is basically black, with a little dark yellow and white, and varying degrees of red.

The middle of the peat in Tianhao's hand is in a regular cylindrical shape. It's like a bottle embedded in you fast, or should I say fired directly from black clay into shape. There are circles and loops, and there are even three indistinct Chinese characters.

At the top of the list is the word "agriculture".

The second one is a bit vague, and there is a large gap between it and the first word, and it can barely be seen that it is a "mountain" character.

Only half of the third character remains, the upper part is "white", and the lower half is difficult to distinguish.

Tianhao forcibly suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, and finally showed a wry smile at the corner of his twitching mouth.

After successfully parasitizing, he didn't know how many times he smiled bitterly.

"Nongfu Spring" should be these four words.

This is a plastic bottle of mineral water left over from the era of civilization to the present day. The basic components have been decomposed, and the reason why the fossil remains is maintained is probably due to the special location and environment of the buried soil.

The host has never been interested in peat. With indescribable emotion, Tianhao gently put down the peat in his hand. At the moment of landing, it collided slightly with another piece of peat on the side, and the frozen black substance cracked through the middle. The flickering light was projected from the side of the fire, illuminating the two big characters "bosom friend" that were stained with a lot of stains in the middle of the crack, but maintained a sufficient degree of recognition.

This is a magazine that is very influential among the broad masses of the people in the era of civilization. The whole solidified page can no longer be opened, there is a deep fold under the magazine, the whole book has turned black and carbonized, it is estimated that when the original owner threw it away as garbage, the cover was stained with some kind of paint, which left a small gap between it and the cover. The paper has long since been decomposed, but there is still a fairly clear printed text.

Tianhao looked at this pile of peat for more than ten minutes. His face was sinking like water, and his hands were trembling slightly in a position that Tong Biao couldn't see.

This is not an imaginary lump of coal at all, but a piece of garbage left over from the era of civilization. It was a world full of waste and profligacy, and when "plastic" was successfully invented, human beings also entered a circle of pollution of their own making. Every city has a landfill, and while the government shouts "garbage recycling" all day long, very little is actually implemented. Waste abandoned by the city is machined at large treatment plants to form huge garbage cubes, which are concentrated in pre-dug pits.

Is plastic waste decomposed in the natural environment recyclable? This topic may have been studied, or the research results need to invest a lot of money to be practical, in the eyes of leaders who value political performance and chicken fart, since this cannot make their position rise, replace it with a higher quality black yarn, what is the use of hard work?

In this strange world, the plastic waste left by predecessors has become an important resource for barbarians. Host memories indicate that the Ox Clan's sophisticated metalmaking skills have an extremely important relationship with these ancient relic fuels.

Tianhao did not refuse Tongbiao's warm gift, and he left with a basket full of peat.

This thing is really resistant to burning. A fist-sized piece burns ten times longer than the same volume of firewood.

It was late at night.

Tianhao didn't feel sleepy. His eyes were gloomy, staring at the burning peat in the fire. The shaking flame cast exponentially magnified black shadows on the sleeping Tianfeng and the others, as if they were laughing at Tianhao, a strange outsider.

He muttered to himself in a mosquito that only he could hear.

"What the hell is going on in this world?"

"Why is it the way it is?"

……

The main medium used to tann deerskin in Panshizhai is plant ash, which can effectively remove the residual fat attached to the inner layer of animal hides. The sun is not as strong in winter as in summer, and the tanned skins can only be distributed to households, where wooden shelves are erected in front of the fire and dried at the right temperature.

Early in the morning, Tianhao went out with Tianmad and tools. They shoveled up the snow behind the hut and used an iron pickaxe to dig a trench about two meters long and half a meter deep.

It is not difficult to build a simple shack out of wood. Tianhao has long wanted to build a toilet. As a man, it's just a matter of urinating, anyway, no one can see him when he turns his back to a secluded corner. In fact, the barbarians of Panshizhai can't understand the practices of many human beings in civilized times, and it is difficult to imagine how embarrassing it is to take off their pants and defecate in front of everyone. Some people say that this is a kind of mental illness, which is used to every household after they have a private bathroom. Once upon a time, the land was full of public toilets with no squatting between them.

There has to be a name for doing things. Tianhao waved the banner of "This is made for my sister" to block the villagers in the village who came to watch curiously.

Toilets are nothing new. It is said that similar buildings can be seen in some large barbarian villages and even cities with large populations. Panshizhai is located in a remote area, the number of residents is small, and they know each other very well, so they do not have so many scruples. As long as it's convenient, you can do whatever you want.

Watching his sister Tianshuang happily trot into the new toilet and close the door from the inside, Tianhao covered a trace of disdain in the depths of his eyes with a smile.

Not against Tianshuang, but against the dissatisfaction of the leader of the stockade, Fu Song. As the leader, he didn't even have the most basic internal planning, and it was a mess.

The fierce Tianmad was very excited, and his perspective on things was obviously not his bare ass exposed in broad daylight: "Third child, your idea is fantastic." In the future, there is no need to blow cold wind when you untie your hands. Yards, that time I had a stomachache, but I couldn't get out halfway through, the outside froze, like a stick hanging, cold and hard, uncomfortable to death......"

Tianhao had the urge to raise his hand to cover his face.

The reason for doing this, in addition to avoiding the embarrassment of pooping in public, is to prepare for the coming spring. The ice melts and the snow melts, and farming is imperative. Tianhao suspects that the lack of food in Panshizhai is largely due to a lack of fertilizer use. Keep the manure together in one place and it will come in handy when the time comes.

Speculation, just speculation. Not everything can be answered from the host's memory.

Papermaking is a hassle. And referring to the host's memory, it seems that other barbarian settlements already have similar technology.

Now, now, for now, it's better to honestly boil a bucket of hot water and use it when you go to the toilet!

……

When the guards on the watchtower led the guests into the chief's hut, Fu Song was cutting a fat deer leg. He was very skillful, cutting along the tendons of the deer's leg with a sharp knife, splitting the whole deer leg in half from the middle, digging out the bones, and then digging out a little slimy gray-white semi-congealed solid from the nearby barrel with his fingers, and rubbing it evenly on the surface of the meat block.

It was the sea that had not yet dried up. Although it has not been completely dried and turned into salt grains, it can still be used to marinate venison in such cold weather.

The man was about the same height as Fu Song, some of them were bowed, their thick arms peeking out of their old leather robes, the hem was sewn with needles, the legs were all stained, and the boots with a lot of snow were no longer visible. He strode into the house, leaving dirty, snow-soaked footprints on the floor, which soon melted under room temperature baking and turned into puddles of water.

"Kohei? What are you doing here? Fu Song was a little surprised. He knew that he was the head of a hundred people in Qinglongzhai in the southwest who also belonged to the "Lei Niu" tribe.

With a black beard on his face, he looked tired, and sat down in front of the fire, spreading his arms in exaggerated motion, looking eager to hold the burning flame in his arms. At this time, only warmth can make him feel the meaning of life.

"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Relieved by the warmth, he caught a glimpse of the freshly salted deer leg, and saliva involuntarily flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Fu Song raised his head and shouted at Ah Mei, who was sitting in the corner of the house kneading the skin, "Come over with a bowl of soup and put more meat." ”

He then turned sideways and said to Haoping: "I cooked it last night, it was heated in the morning, and now it has cooled." Why don't you wait and I'll ask Ah Mei to get you some heat? ”

Haoping's face was full of tiredness and hunger, and he shook his head: "Give me a bowl first!" Eat whatever you want. By the way, there are two of my people outside, help me entertain them, just have a stutter. ”

A rigid hierarchy is fundamental to ensuring power. Only Haoping, who is the head of a hundred people, can stay in the leader's wooden house and eat meat.

Mei quickly brought over a bowl of cold broth, on which solidified white grease floated. The amount of meat was so large that it was piled up in a bowl into a hill. Haoping was very satisfied with the food, picked up the chopsticks and ate a fine meal. When he put down the bowl, he saw that Ah Mei had already put the soup pot on the fire, and the heat wafted from the mouth of the pot.