"Lyle, stay in the cave and don't go out." Looks like Sister Feng, academically does not belong to apes, but there is a little shadow of a chimpanzee female primitive warned to the playful child.

“…… Be. Lyle, who had inherited bad genes, answered and watched his mother and the adults in the group leave.

This is a matrilineal clan group, linked by matrilineal blood relations, but has nothing to do with 'feminism' and 'female superiority and male inferiority', in a primitive society with extremely backward productive forces, both men and women have to work hard to survive, and only children and the elderly can stay in the cave to eat and drink.

Incidentally, if the young and strong people who go out can't bring back enough food, the old people who have become a burden on the tribe will be starved of food first, and then it will be the turn of the children.

"I hope everyone can come back safely." Lyle prayed in his heart, ignoring the totem that stood outside the entrance of the cave and was covered with snow, and returned to the innermost part of the cave.

Although his mother told him that this was the sign of the tribe and would guard them, after so many years, Lyle had seen that the adults who should be killed by the beasts would still be killed, the old people who should be starved to death would still starve to death, and the children who should die would still die young.

Of course, this kind of idea Lyle will not say, although there is no "witch" in the group who has achieved a high status by pretending to be a god and a ghost, but the elders seem to recognize the totem culture, and they will be scolded and beaten if they talk nonsense...... Well, just like the treatment that another child, Dumb, enjoyed.

Not long after Qingzhuang left, the old man in the cave began to make tools and give full play to the residual heat of life.

Someone hits a smaller piece of stone against another larger piece of natural gravel that is used as an anvil, touches the smaller stone flake, puts the stone flake on the ground, and holds a stone as a stone hammer to hammer the stone flake to change the stone flake to the desired shape. Depending on the purpose or shape, these stone tools can eventually be divided into chopping tools, scrapers, pointed tools, axe-shaped tools, arrowheads, knife-shaped tools, and other types.

Some people are processing animal bones, which are hard and brittle, with defective properties, but have natural shape advantages, and drilling holes in bone tools can be regarded as the most complex process of this group.

............Rather than shivering in a cave wrapped in animal skins, the children would rather gather around the old man and watch them make tools, and Lyle was no exception.

But unlike other children who quietly learn survival skills by watching, he can't help but reach out and practice halfway through it.

"Don't mess around! Let's play! The old man who noticed Lyle's small movements immediately scolded.

In other seasons, he would have walked around and found a pile of stones, but now that it was cold and snowy outside, he didn't want to lose the materials to make tools because of the child's misdeeds.

"Oh......" Lyle, who was scolded, stepped back abruptly, embarrassed to remain in the children's pile.

In the old days, he would go out to play with mud, vines, and branches, but even if he was recognized as the most playful child in the tribe for so many years, he would not go outside to throw snowballs and build snowmen in a animal skin, especially now that the campfires in the tribe have been accidentally extinguished, keeping warm is the most important thing to survive this winter.

"Hmm~" Lyle walked around the cave and soon found a new toy.

Originally, the bonfire in the clan was specially guarded, but now it is just a pile of broken firewood, and it is no problem for Lyle to make it however he wants, and no old man will come to scold him.

"This is me~That's my mother~ Mom brought back a deer the day before yesterday, and after drinking the deer blood, my body was warm~" Lyle took a small branch that was half charred and happily drew on the wall of the cave.

This is Lyle's first painting, so don't expect too much, it's just a stickman-style pattern.

An icy cold wind poured into the cave.

Not everywhere there are large, sturdy caves close to water sources and hunting sites, and the biggest drawback of the caves chosen by Lyle's people is that they are 'too ventilated in winter', and if there is a snowstorm outside, a lot of snowflakes will blow directly in - which is why the campfire goes out.

“！” Lyle couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly put down the branches, shrunk into a ball, and wrapped himself firmly in the animal skin.

Like everyone else, rub your hands together to keep warm.

“…… Hey? The hand rubbing came to an abrupt halt.

Lyle tilted his head and looked at his dirty hands, thinking for a while.

He suddenly realized that the 'warmth' he felt at the campfire was the same as when he rubbed his hands.

"Hmm......" Lyle sat by the extinguished campfire, picking up two branches and rubbing them together.

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Although this group has lost its bonfire, and it is unlikely that a thunderbolt will spark a tree in the short term, the fur accumulated in the past is sufficient, and it is basically enough to stay warm together. The hunt is generally smooth, although there is no guarantee that there will be a harvest every day, but Ru Mao's life of drinking blood persists, and there should be no problem in surviving this winter.

And these days, Lyle is on the bar with wood.

At first, the two branches rubbed in an X-shape.

Later, a branch rubbed against a branch that could rest on the ground.

Then I asked my mother to help cut out a small piece of wood that was slightly flattened and continued to rub it with a branch.

Then he took a small sharp stone chip, processed a straight wooden stick, pressed one end of the wooden stick on the wooden board, and rolled the wooden stick with both hands.

Finally, dig a small groove in the wooden board, scrape off a pile of fine sawdust wood wool on top of other firewood, and continue to rub it.

Although the adults find it strange and don't know what Lyle is doing, as long as Lyle is not playing with wood during the break, they don't care...... There wasn't much to do in the cave.

Finally one day-

"Mom, I'll get some hay." Without waiting for her mother to refuse, Lyle picked up a handful of hay from the haystack where their mother and son slept and ran back to her 'work' these days.

"This kid ......," Lyle's mother shook her head, just a handful of hay didn't matter, if you continued to take it, you can't use the sleeping place as a toy.

It wasn't long before the smell of smoke came from the cave.

"What?!" Everyone, young and old, looked at Lyle in astonishment, holding a puff of hay and blowing air, and the smoke came from the hay in his hand.

Lyle continued to blow as the smoke grew louder.

Suddenly, flames rose.

"Wow!" Lyle was so frightened that he threw the hay in his hand on the ground, but soon clapped his hands and screamed and jumped, "Sure enough, it's 'fire'~haha~"

In other words, this bear child has forgotten what he is making a fire for.