Just when the old man was directing the siege of the fish, the young people who were building fortifications on the other side were also working in full swing, they inserted sharpened wooden stakes upside down at the bottom of the pit, and then laid a layer of miscellaneous tree poles with a diameter of no more than three centimeters on the surface of the pit.

The miscellaneous tree poles are very fragile, but because they are densely paved, there is no problem for one or two people to step on them, but if a group of people stand on them, the consequences are unimaginable.

After laying the poles, the old party asked them to spread a layer of dead leaves on the poles, and finally sprinkled a thin layer of sand to complete the camouflage of the trap.

Of course, Lao Fang had some other ideas, but at this time, it was getting wester, so he gave up.

The old man had a bonfire set up on the river beach early, and the firewood used was all picked up by the children from the mountains.

Due to the large number of people, dozens of people were crowded in front of each campfire, and the dinner was fish, and the old party did not allow them to eat it alive, so he patiently taught them to use bamboo blades sharpened into bamboo slices, cut the belly of the fish, take out the internal organs of the fish, remove the gills, and then put them on the fire to roast.

The size of these fish is very large, and the internal organs are also very large piles, and the old party feels that if there is a big pot at this time, it must be a big supplement to stew these fish offal in a pot.

But there is no way for Lao Fang to conjure a pot now, but it is not difficult to make a pot out of river mud, and he plans to ask someone to do it tomorrow.

Soon, a smell of grilled fish filled the air, and what made Lao Fang smile bitterly was that there were still many people who were not used to eating it, looking at them with a look of disgust, Lao Fang wanted to go up and beat them in the face.

Fortunately, in this era, there is no choice, and there is no qualification for picky eating, even if the taste is no longer to your taste, you have to eat it without hesitation.

With more than 30 wild boars at noon, the food consumption at night was relatively less, and even so, only half of the tens of thousands of catties of fish were left.

After dinner, the old man asked the guys to rest on the spot.

The night wind was cold, and at this time, more than ninety percent of the people were without a wisp, but they didn't seem to have any intention of going back to the cave.

Dozens of brave young people, braving the darkness of the night, picked up firewood from the woods again and set up a fire on the river beach.

The flames burst out, and the pillar of fire more than ten meters high rushed straight into the air.

Lao Fang did not stop them from doing this, and he intended to be an outsider.

This group of people has a special affection for fire, and they can't help but get close to the fire, dozens of people in a circle, then hundreds of people in an outer circle, and finally more than a thousand people in an even larger circle.

They faced the huge bonfire, their eyes unconsciously choking with tears, as if they were performing a solemn ceremony, and their faces carried a solemnity that the old party could not understand.

One of the oldest women, singing something softly, her voice as small as a mosquito, but gradually, the people around her also sang along.

Eventually, those who could sing began to sing, while those who could not listen quietly and try to remember.

This is an extremely sad tone, this emphasis is very suitable for some funeral scenes, the old party was infected, he listened quietly, but gradually heard the gist of the lyrics, the old party smiled bitterly: "Goose goose goose, the song to the sky, white hair floating green water, anthurium plucking clear waves... 1,2,3,4,5, go up the mountain to fight the tiger, the tiger is not at home, hit the little squirrel... One look, two or three miles, four or five smoke villages..."

After singing a song, I sang another song with more normal lyrics: "Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the sun, moon and stars, the sun and the moon are bright, and the Chensu column is ......"

The singing voice was indescribably desolate, and the indescribable bitterness, Lao Fang sighed, and his mood became slightly heavy.

Speaking of which, he taught these songs, and hundreds of years ago, in order to make their ancestors learn words better, he copied the best parts of the earth's culture.

However, when he taught their ancestors, he used a slightly relaxed and mischievous tone, but now, hundreds of years later, the lyrics are still those lyrics, and the mood has changed.

Hundreds of years, for Lao Fang's current form, it is just a snap of a finger, but for these people, it is the suffering of several generations and the bitterness of several generations.

With this kind of suffering and sadness, no matter how sweet the lyrics are, they will turn into weeping and whimpering.

The fire burned out, there were still tears left in the corners of everyone's eyes, and some people couldn't cry silently, today's things, for them, as if in a dream, they seemed to have a new life, they hoped to put the past suffering, all in this fire, burned clean.

The night wind gradually became cold, the old party gave an order, all the people began to gather in the cave, they reluctantly looked at the fire that had been extinguished, a woman fell directly into the trap because of distraction, and then the trap let out a scream, the woman's body was pierced by the stake, the old party was busy organizing people, pull her up.

There were two injuries, one in the thigh and one in the waist, and both were bleeding profusely.

The old man didn't know how to treat her, so he could only lift her aside and comfort her a few words, she died of excessive blood loss, her lips were white when she died, but there was a smile on her face.

Pale smile, as if to comfort everyone, don't be sad for her!

When it comes to this kind of thing, Lao Fang is powerless, he can't change any of the rules of this game, and the people in this game are too real for him to ignore.

He can lead them to a good life, but he can't pull them back from death.

The woman's unexpected death did not bring much sorrow to these people, because they had already experienced too many such scenes.

Back in the cave, Lao Fang just lit a small fire at the entrance of the cave, and then ordered someone to make dozens of torches out of dry grass as a backup light source.

In the middle of the night, everyone fell asleep, but the old man was thinking about some questions, and if there was a form, his gaze must be very long.

At the time of the fourth watch, there was a terrible pig cry outside the cave, and the old party immediately gathered people, lit torches, and rushed out with bamboo spears and bamboo bows.

There was a mess outside the cave, and more than a thousand wild boars originally planned to sneak up on the crowd, but the vanguard team stepped on the trap, and the large army looked at the bottom of the dark pit, and couldn't make up their minds whether to rush again.

Seeing the humans rushing out with torches, the wild boars suddenly became frightened, and the fire was too much of a deterrent to them.

They scattered, completely ignoring their accomplices trapped in the pit.

Lao Fang was very pleased, he remembered the lyrics of the guerrilla song: No food, no clothing, the enemy sent forward.

The old man was unceremonious, and ordered someone to directly use a bamboo spear to stab the wild boar that was only slightly injured in the pit, and waited until the pit was completely silent before ordering everyone to continue sleeping.

In the early morning, the morning sun rises and everything revives.

The old man ordered someone to tie a rope, carefully descend to the bottom of the pit, tie up a wild boar that had lost his breath, and slowly pull it up.

After a little inventory, this harvest is not small, more than 100 wild boars died before they could get out of the school.

So dealing with these wild boars became the first major event of the day.

As a human being in the 21st century, Lao Fang naturally knows how to maximize the value of every part of the pig's body, but what makes him embarrassed is that the current conditions are really limited, and he can't use it in all aspects, so he doesn't waste a little.

First of all, the blood of the wild boar has basically coagulated, and even if he gives him a large bathtub at this time, he will not be able to squeeze out any blood, which can be regarded as scrapped.

Secondly, the various parts of the wild boar, some are suitable for stewing and eating, and some are suitable for stir-frying, but in this situation, where to find pots and pans?

Everything can only be simple, he hastily arranges a breakfast, and then turns all the people into workers, and continues the work that was not done yesterday.

Today's task is not as intense as yesterday's, after all, there are still a few days of food in hand, so the Lao side will focus on some work to improve the standard of living.

But the trap has suffered some damage, the old side transferred more than 100 people, let them according to yesterday, restore it, in addition, the old side also let this group of people at the end of the trap, and make a bigger and deeper pit.

The group looked puzzled, because digging it according to the old party's order would make it impossible for everyone to go home - the pit cut off all the roads.

The old man did not explain to them, but only instructed another group of people to make two simple bridges with hemp rope and trees in the same way they had made rafts yesterday, and set them up safely and securely.

All the diggers touched their heads, and then looked at the young man possessed by the old man with a look of adoration.

The sunlight is very light-sensitive, but the temperature is slightly cold, and the old party is worried that the sudden change in the weather will make it impossible for these people to live.

He looked at the team of hemp rope rubbing, remembered the situation when his mother knitted sweaters, so, under his guidance, the hemp rope was kneaded into thin threads, and then he ordered people to cut out long needles, and according to the memory of that year, the thin threads were simply wound to form a knot.

The old side became more and more proficient, and between the needles and leads, more knots were formed, and finally a rectangle was formed.

As for how to weave clothes, this old man has no relevant experience, and he can't teach it, so he can only rely on these women to explore.

It has to be said that women may have been naturally interested in this aspect of things, and soon, several women with high comprehension skills mastered the basic skills of knitting, and in their hands, thin threads were gradually woven into a piece of coarse cloth.

Lao Fang touched it with his hand, and felt that it was the same thing, and then, Lao Fang let more women participate in this work.

There is hope for coarse cloth clothes, although the old party does not know how to knit sweaters, but there is no problem with simply sewing clothes from coarse cloth.

The old fang, who had a sense of accomplishment, set his sights on the wild boar skin, and it was obvious that if he wanted to spend the winter comfortably, these things that were completely ignored by these simple-minded guys in front of him were the most valuable.

He had the boar skin spread out, then propped up with bamboo poles and left to dry in the sun.

In his eyes, a piece of wild boar skin is a high-end leather coat, and if it is wrapped in winter, even if it is frozen for three feet, there is no big problem.

After doing this, he called a few clever teenagers and asked them to look for salt, and after he described it a little, one of them actually said that he had seen it.

So the old man appointed him as the captain of the salt-seeking team, and the young man accepted the appointment with a happy face, and ran towards a certain mountain forest with a group of children younger than him.

The old man sent some people to patrol all over the river valley, and he made a few simple bamboo whistles, first teaching them how to blow sound, and then teaching them some simple signal knowledge, such as three long and two short.

The sound of the bamboo whistle is unique and very sharp, making it suitable for long-distance travel.

These people rushed away, and the old party immediately spot-checked the perspectives of several people, and found that they were very serious and responsible in carrying out their work, so they were relieved.

In the end, the old party organized hundreds of young people and asked them to start digging river mud and preparing to fire clay.

With clay utensils, everyone can drink a bowl of hot soup, which is also a very enjoyable thing in the eyes of the old party.