The little tribe had its biggest takeaway today, when six members of the hunting party captured four bison, and all of them were captured alive. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info also made Song Yang's reputation in the small tribe improved again after he provided the fire.

The people of the small tribe, after experiencing Xiong Li's death, the morale has been very low, this time the rich harvest is that the low morale was once again inspired, Peng Peng saw this opportunity, and even held a grander celebration to make the encouragement effect escalate again.

The grand celebration is when everyone watches the slaughter of the prey, that is, the slaughter of the cattle, in front of the bonfire, and the chief of the sword, Umun, the leader of the hunting party, and several women of the tribe are assisted by the side.

At Song Yang's suggestion, in a corner of the small tribe, a cowshed rises from the ground, where two calves and a cow live.

Today we are going to slaughter another cow, and as for why we are slaughtering this one, it is because the living one is actually producing milk! Wouldn't milk be the icing on the cake if it could be drunk by the people of the small tribe? So under Song Yang's bitter pleading, the cow that produced milk avoided being slaughtered.

Song Yang hates to see bloody massacres on the earth in the 21st century, but today's cattle slaughtering event, he did not leave, because he asked himself to accept this reality, in this wild world, no one can say what will happen in the future, in case he may kill someone that day.

Wumeng is worthy of being the soul of the hunting team, a sharp stone knife in his hand is like Ku Ding is using, but Song Yang looked at the blood of the ox flowing everywhere, and it was a pity to arrive, there was no container for liquid.

When he thinks of containers, Song Yang thinks of pots, and when he thinks of pots, he thinks of pottery, and he thinks of the mud he played with when he was a child, and he always dug a lot of mud at that time, kneaded it into the shape of a small animal or other models, and then put it in the stove to barbecue, and finally took shape.

So he thought of the pottery club he participated in in college, Song Yang thought to himself how his vision was so advanced, do you know that he will use it? Give yourself a hundred thumbs up first!

Just do it when you think about it, but there is another important thing for Umon to say before making pottery.

That's the bow and arrow, and now that you have cowhide and cow tendon, why not make a few of your own bows and arrows to hunt! Thinking of this, Song Yang ran to Wumeng's side and whispered into his ear that it would be useful to leave the cow tendon and cowhide. When Wumeng heard Song Yang's words, he knew that this kid had come out again, so he quickly nodded in response.

Seeing that Umon had agreed to his request, he made an excuse and left the cattle slaughtering festival shouting stones. When the stone was pulled away by Song Yang, he was still a little reluctant, thinking that he still had to watch the excitement!

Song Yang said: "Follow me, you will see something more fun!" ”

The stone thought about it, indeed, since he found Song Yang by the river that time, this kid had brought a lot of magical things to himself. nodded and ran out with Song Yang.

The two of them searched by the river, and the stone didn't know what Song Yang was looking for, and Song Yang didn't know how to tell the stone how to find the clay for making pottery. In short, Song Yang was in the clay, and the stone was running all over the ground with his head down.

The two men searched for more than an hour before they found unsatisfactory clay in a small mud pit by the river.

Excavation, two people dug more than ten catties of clay, Song Yang recalled the experience of this pottery club, the steps of making pottery.

If you want to make pottery, in this wild world, it seems that you can only make it yourself, so Song Yang took out a large piece of clay and kneaded it into a bowl little by little. I don't know what the big tribes are like, or what their technology will be like.

Shi watched from the side, thinking that he really had meat to eat with Song Yang, and he would definitely not see Song Yang's good things in the tribe.

Song Yang looked at the stone and said, "Want to try? ”

The stone nodded and said, "Yes, it feels so fun!" ”

"Okay, I'll teach you!" Song Yang said.

The two of them spent an afternoon playing by the river, and finally returned to the small tribe with four pots and jars.

The tribal cattle slaughtering event has long since ended, and the beef has been cut into pieces and placed in the small central square. Everyone was there chatting, and today's bountiful harvest would make the people of the tribe no longer worry about going hungry for the next few days.

Song Yang put the pinched clay blank in the embers of the campfire and told the stone that something very magical would appear here tomorrow. Then leave with the stone in adoring eyes.

When I came to the small square, I looked at the pieces of meat that had been cut on the ground, and thought to myself how to preserve the meat when the weather was so hot.

Either put it in the cold water in the river, or grill it into bacon, and you just have to tell Pompon how to do it, and let him choose.

Song Yang told Peng Peng that the meat had to be processed so that it would not be bad, or that it could be stored for a long time, and finally Peng Peng chose to put it in the cold water in the river, Song Yang called a few of his peers and brought the meat to the river, and several people dug a small pit with stone tools to lead the river water to the small pit, and the water would not be bad if the water flowed.

Under the command of Song Yang, soon, the temporary meat storage base of the small tribe was announced.

Night soon came, and the people of the little tribe had a happy day, and they all fell asleep in laughter.

Only Song Yang, looking at the starry sky, humming the tune of Lu Binghua, fell into a thousand thoughts of his family.

The next day, the sun was shining, Song Yang got up very early, turned over the ashes that still had residual warmth, and looked at the simple pottery that had been fired, full of a sense of accomplishment.

Shi heard Song Yang say that there would be a magical thing here yesterday, so he got up earlier than Song Yang today, and stood guard next to the ashes until Song Yang picked up these simple pottery.

The stone screamed in amazement, which attracted the rest of the small tribe, and under the curious eyes of the people around him, Song Yang blushed and explained to them the purpose of this vessel, which was used to hold some loose things or liquids.

The old Pengpeng, who has the most experience in life, heard Song Yang's explanation, shouted happily and said, "Okay, good, I have encountered many situations in my life, and only this thing can solve it." Good stuff, good stuff! ”

Under Pengpeng's encouragement, Song Yang set up a small tribal pottery group, composed of several women and children, and under Song Yang's leadership, he learned to use clay to knead into bowls, pots, and other blanks.

At the suggestion of Song Yang, everyone in the small tribe drank hot water, and so far, the eating habits of the small tribe finally kept up with Song Yang's pace, eating cooked food and drinking hot water, which greatly reduced the probability of digestive diseases in the small tribe, and made the members of the small tribe in physical condition better and better.