It's a lot easier. Ren Qiang slaughtered and washed the fish, skewered them with branches, and let the muddy little people roast them on the fire by themselves.

The little mud figures finally ate the fragrant cooked meat. Dancing happily, he said vigorously, "This one is much better than that." ”

Living by the sea and the river, the mud little people quickly became familiar with the water. Ren Qiang also taught them fishing and slaughtering skills.

Maybe these children were created by the saints with the soil of God, born and raised, all of them are delicate and clever, no matter how difficult things are, Ren Qiang can master them as long as he explains them thoroughly and demonstrates them once. Let Ren Qiang worry a lot.

Guarding the sea and rivers, the fish resources are abundant, and it is no longer a problem for the muddy little people to fill their stomachs

After solving the stomach problem, Ren Qiang worried about their clothing again.

The villains are exactly the age of "seven or eight years old dogs", kicking and climbing high, naughty and mischievous, and never losing a moment. A bunch of leaves hung on his body, and when he was idle, he disappeared.

Leaves and rattans are everywhere, and the resources are fine. But it's so hard to wear it, and it will be destroyed as soon as you climb the slope. Especially for little boys, I don't know how many times a day. Some of them are so troublesome that they simply don't wear them, and they are just naked.

Ren Qiang thought of animal skins.

To make a skin, you must kill.

In the flood and wilderness, the weak eat the strong, and it is common to fight and kill. For tens of thousands of years, a lot of things have happened under my nose. Ren Qiang always thinks that it is someone else's business and has nothing to do with him.

Now for the sake of these little mud guys, he must also take this path.

Without weapons, he walked on the hillside with a stone in each hand. Small animals such as hares, pheasants, foxes, weasels, and dogs are often found here. There have been even bigger ones, but they are rarely encountered. They have killed each other, but they have not yet attacked humans.

A gray-white hare was bouncing in front of it, stopping and stopping, apparently looking for food and playing at the same time.

Ren Qiang held the stone in his hand and walked over cautiously.

Probably not having been hunted by humans, the hare is not afraid, and still plays and eats as it is.

Ren Qiang saw the right time and threw the stone hard.

"Squeak." The hare sneered, lay on the ground, kicked his four legs a few times, and then remained motionless.

Ren Qiang walked over and picked it up to take a look, his head was smashed, and blood flowed from the rabbit's mouth, eyes, and nose.

Ren Qiang's heart throbbed: This was the first time he had killed a person in his previous life!!

Cough! I don't want to do that! I hope you understand!

With this first time and the second killing, Ren Qiang felt a lot better.

After that, he used this method to kill a few hares, a few foxes, and a few dogs.

Ren Qiang peeled off the animal skin with stone chips, let the muddy little people roast and eat the meat on the fire, washed the skin and tendons to dry, and made a bone needle from the calf bone of the hare, tied the place where the animal skin could be bound, and sewn the place where it could not be tied, and made it into a skirt style, so that the mud little people were wrapped around their waists.

I knew it, and Ren Qiang taught this skill to the mud little people. And instructed them that if they could not use it up for a while, they would leave it for the winter to keep it warm.

The little people are well fed and clothed, and they are all alive and well. After all, it is in the wilderness, the temperament is rough, and it is common to fight and reform. Ren Qiang persuaded this side to persuade that, pressed down the gourd and scooped it.

Looking at their lively and cute little figures, Ren Qiang opened his mind again.

In the previous life, the little people were in elementary school. Can we also let them learn culture, develop their minds, and get rid of barbarism?

Legend has it in the previous life that the text was created by Cang Xuan during the period of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor. Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor was the last of the Three Emperors. Now the human race has just originated, and it is still unknown for thousands of years before Cang Xuan made words.

Is it just to let the little people spend this great time in ignorance?

However, if you teach the little people to read, it is an act against the sky!

Ren Qiang thought about it and felt that the villains should live in shacks, wear animal skins, and eat barbecue...... It's already against the sky in terms of time, and it's not too much. Anyway, there are hundreds or even thousands of miles around here, and there is no one else. Behind closed doors to teach children, no one knows.

So, Ren Qiang became a substitute teacher for the villains. From the first grade of primary school, mathematics and Chinese are advanced simultaneously. Let the little people smooth the sand and practice writing on it with small sticks (small branches).

The little people feel fresh, and they all learn very seriously.

Learning takes up some time, and Ren Qiang interprets the words and instills civilized thoughts, and there are fewer and fewer people who fight and reform.

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The weather is getting hotter. At night, mosquitoes "buzz-buzz-" around the little mud spots. The arm just blasted away, the nose came again, the nose blasted away, and the leg was again...... The little mud figures are often pinched with a lot of red packets. Sleeping at night also became a problem.

It is bordered by the sea and river, and there are swamps on the south shore of the East China Sea, which are full of natural breeding grounds for mosquitoes, and it is impossible to control the environment and eliminate mosquitoes.

The only way to solve the problem of mosquitoes is to prevent mosquitoes.

In the previous life, there were mosquito nets and window screens; There are mosquito sprays for mosquito control.

But here is a desolation, and there is nothing.

What to do?

Ren Qiang racked his brains, and suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when he was a child in the countryside, his grandmother had smoked mosquitoes with artemisia rope.

I remember that when I was seven or eight years old, Ren Qiang spent the summer vacation alone with his grandmother in the countryside. Every evening, my grandmother would light a thick rope of artemisia grass and hang it at the door of the house.

Ren Qiang was puzzled and asked his grandmother: "What is this?" ”

"Smoked mosquitoes." Grandma replied.

"Smoked mosquitoes? Can it be done? ”

"Okay. This is made of artemisia grass, and smoked mosquitoes can be used for miles. This is not toxic, environmentally friendly! ”

The artemisia rope emitted wisps of green smoke, giving off a faint and slightly pungent smell.

Sure enough, the mosquitoes that were still "buzzing" at the door at first ran away without a trace.

Ren Qiang felt that grandma was great, and said happily: "Grandma, where did you learn it?" ”

"People use this all year round. When we were children, wherever there was anti-mosquito medicine, we all used this. Grandma smiled and touched Ren Qiang's head, "Although mosquito killers and mosquito killers are fashionable now, my precious grandson is at home, and I am reluctant to spray that poisonous chemical thing." ”

Ren Qiang affectionately sprinkled a coquettish in his grandmother's arms.

There was not a single mosquito in the house all night.

………………

Ren Qiang was inspired by his memories:

Artemisia trees grow everywhere here, why not follow the example of grandma, take local materials to weave artemisia ropes, and smoke away mosquitoes!

Ren Qiang taught the little people to pull out the wild artemisia trees, dry them in the sun, twist them into artemisia ropes, and when the mosquitoes were on the dark, they lit them and hung them on the mouth of the shack, and used artemisia smoke to prevent the mosquitoes from entering the shack.

Mosquitoes are very cunning and burrow when they see cracks. The artemisia rope was ordered, and there were still a small number of mosquitoes biting people in the shack.

Ren Qiang plastered the inner wall of the shack with mud again. There is a night pearl illuminated, even if a few mosquitoes get in, they can also be killed.

The little ones can sleep soundly again.

After arranging these, Ren Qiang suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart: thinking about the people in his previous life, men farming and weaving, men working hard outside, women cooking clothes and cooking at home, how harmonious life is.

In this wilderness, I am alone, not only to manage food and clothing, but also to manage daily chores and teaching culture, I am really a father and a teacher.

Thinking about it in my heart, I feel that my relationship with the villains is one step closer.

Ren Qiang mingles with the little mud guys every day, training them in daily life and teaching cultural knowledge. One adult, thirty-six children, is both like a small school and like a big family.

Ren Qiang is not only a father and a mother, but also a teacher. Every day is very stressful and happy. I almost forgot about my own life experience.

Only in the dead of night and when the villains were asleep, Ren Qiang felt lonely.

There is a night pearl lighting, and the shack is bright. In the previous life, it was the time for Ren Qiang to write a book. But the four treasures of the study room were included in the body, and I didn't know how to sacrifice them, so I could only sit and be anxious.

This night, Ren Qiang had no sleep all night. Seeing the light in the east, he walked out of the shack and stood on the beach to do radio gymnastics.

When the sun jumped out of the water, a handsome bird flew in the air. The multicolored feathers on the back shine brightly against the sun. Who is it who is not Kong Xuan!

"Brother Ren got up so early." Kong Xuan fell beside Ren Qiang and greeted.

"I can't compare to you, you flew all the way away, much earlier than me!" Ren Qiang pandered.

"Do you know how far my house is from here?"

Ren Qiang smiled and shook his head.

Kong Xuan said again: "I'm here to pick you up today." Let you recognize my door, and know how far apart we are. ”

Kong Xuan said, enlarging his body several times, and one wing was more than a zhang long. The back is also the size of a room. Leaned down and let Ren Qiang sit on his back, with a posture that could not be shirked.

Ren Qiang was surprised for a moment, thinking that the phoenix was originally a divine bird, and as the son of the phoenix, the peacock, he would naturally be able to transform into a technique.

"Wait, I'll go talk to the kids." Ren Qiang said, ran to the shack where the villains lived, woke up Zaohua, Qiangren, and Xiancheng, told them about going out, and asked them to bring their respective team members to practice the words they had learned in the past two days.

"You've really become their parent." As soon as Ren Qiang came back, Kong Xuan said to him with a smile.

"The children are small, they don't give instructions, and their hearts are not steady." Ren Qiang also replied with a smile.

Kong Xuan: "If you want to do this for a long time, it may affect your cultivation." ”

Ren Qiang: "Ahem, I don't even know how to cultivate, what to cultivate?" ”

Kong Xuan smiled and leaned down again, "Then we can go, right?" ”

Ren Qiang nodded, and he was not polite, and sat happily on Kong Xuan's back. After all, it was said earlier, not to mention that Ren Qiang also wanted to know some about Kong Xuan's situation.

Ren Qiang sat on Kong Xuan's back, and intuitively felt that there was a whirring wind in his ears, and when he looked down, the mountains and rivers didn't have time to see the appearance clearly, and they passed in an instant. Seeing that he was a little dizzy, he quickly closed his eyes.