Gu Guo had a dream, he dreamed that he had become the king of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, countless people knelt down under His Royal Highness Taihe, and he was sitting on the dragon chair in the court waiting for the ministers to play. The red golden pillars are painted with the totems of the dynasty, and fine dust floats in the pillars of light under the glazed tiles.

At this moment, a white-clad assassin suddenly appeared outside the main hall, and his entire face was covered by a wide hood. The Assassin was armed with a flintlock pistol and shot him through the heart under the astonished and terrified gaze of the officials.

When he woke up from the dream, Gu Guo was already in a cold sweat behind his back, and he saw a little girl lying on his chest, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth stained with last night's flesh foam, flowing onto his chest.

The little girl's name is Xiao Feng, and she is his half-sister and the heir to the next priest.

Gu Guo's movements to get up were a little bigger, but Xiao Feng was still immersed in a beautiful dream.

"Brother...... To eat...... Whew......huhu"

He picked up Xiao Feng, the little girl was only six or seven years old, and the perennial hunger in the tribe caused Xiao Feng to be a little malnourished, weighing less than forty catties, even Gu Guo, who was only ten years old, could barely pick it up.

"Sister, you sleep a little longer, my brother is going to work."

Carrying Xiao Feng into his mother's animal skin sleeping bag, Gu Guo walked towards the outside of the cave.

Not long after the sun rose, his biological clock in his previous life was still in play, and Gu Guo speculated that it was only seven or eight o'clock now.

"The autobiographical cycle of this planet is really similar to the earth!"

Gu Guo narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun hanging in the sky, and muttered to himself.

"What kind of place is this, the productivity of the Neolithic Age is not as high as the Gaia battlefield!"

He walked in the direction of the stove and found that his mother was cooking something with his aunt Hongmei.

Since the stove was made of undried soil, after several high-temperature bakings, several cracks had appeared in the walls of the stove, and blue smoke seeped out of the cracks and trickled down the ankles of my mother and aunt.

"Mother and aunt are going to become fairies!"

"Fairy?" Mother and aunt were puzzled.

"The woman who dwells in heaven, look at this smoke, how much it is like the clouds in heaven!"

Where can a woman living in the Stone Age withstand the sweet words from the 21st century, the two giggled.

Gu Guo traveled to the Stone Age, and always had to find a way to integrate into the life of the primitive tribe, he was not a ruthless machine, he wanted to live on this land until he died.

"Goo, when I got up, I saw my sister crawling on top of you and sleeping, is this child up?"

"Not yet, saliva is flowing down to me, I guess I dreamed of yesterday's broth." Gu Guo laughed and asked again, "Mother, what are you burning?" ”

Mother stirred the clay spoon in her hand, and the clay pot floated with bracken and wild fruits that she had gathered yesterday, and there were many pieces of meat precipitated at the bottom.

"Roast broth!"

Aunt Hongmei took over the conversation: "Your uncle and uncles have already drunk broth and gone out to hunt, they said that your mother's cooking is not as delicious as yours, and they also said that today they will go to get a boar back and let you burn it at night...... Alas, hunting boars is very dangerous, and I don't know what those men think. ”

"They have been persuaded by me, and I told them that if they go hunting boars again, Gugu and I will not burn the broth for them." Mother said.

"Go tell your sister to get up and drink the broth!"

"Good!"

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After eating and drinking, Gu Guo sat on the ground and pressed the mud bricks, this time he took his sister Xiaofeng to the river to make mud bricks. After firing, mud bricks made of clay are not as strong and durable as the red bricks of the previous life, although they are not as strong and durable as ordinary mud bricks.

Two children one is responsible for digging the soil, one is responsible for making bricks, under the hard work of two pairs of small hands for half a day, more than 50 pieces of mud bricks 30 cm long, 15 cm wide, and about 8 cm thick are built one by one, waiting for air drying and then put into the kiln to fire.

These dozens of mud bricks were not enough to make a semi-permanent kiln.

There is a lot to do, but there is very little strength in the hands.

Although he was the son of a priest, he was a small child, and he was a small man of the tribe, and even if he made a good broth, it only expanded the way of eating food, and did not increase the amount of food he could get.

In this era when he had nothing to eat and had to starve to death, there was no surplus manpower left to help him make bricks.

For three days in a row, Gu Guo took Xiao Feng to make bricks by the river, Xiao Feng could keep digging the soil In addition to fun, Gu Guo also promised her that if she listened to herself, she would burn something more delicious than broth for her.

Food is the biggest temptation for children.

In this way, two children, who were not yet twenty years old, made one hundred and seventy-two bricks in three days, enough bricks to make a kiln.

Although the clay strip method of pottery is suitable for novices, the speed of this kind of pottery is very slow, and Gu Guo needs a simple potter's wheel.

He tried to make two clay plates, one large and one small, with grooves on the edges, and inserted a shaft made of wooden sticks in the middle, one end of the shaft was fixed to the clay base, and the two clay plates were connected by a thin vine, and the small clay plate was attached to a hand-cranked pole, and when the clay plate was turned, the other clay plate would be driven by vines to rotate.

The junction between the pottery plate and the shaft was coated with some mountain lard, and Xiao Feng held the pole with his hand and turned it in a creaky.

"It's turning! They're all spinning! ”

Xiao Feng turned the pottery plate, and even if lard was applied between the pottery plate and the shaft, the coefficient of friction was still a little larger, but Xiao Feng was very happy, and she came into contact with this new thing that could rotate for the first time.

Another few days have passed, and the sundial painted by Gu Guo on the rock wall at the mouth of the cave already has six black lines, and he draws them on the rock wall every five days, and the sunrise and sunset are two black lines, and this is the eleventh day he has arrived in this primitive world.

These black lines at the mouth of the cave, the clansmen all see them, but they don't understand the mystery, some people discuss when Gu Guo will draw all the black lines, some say it will be the next time it snows, some people say it will be the next time the ice and snow melt.

Gu Guo's mother kept a firm note of the position of the black line, every time Gu Guo drew the line, she was there, she found that her son drew the shadow of a tree branch, every day when the sun rises and sets, the shadow appears and disappears in different places, the shadow is slowly moving upward, but what does this represent?

She took out the small clay pot that one of her sons had fired a few days ago in her arms, unsealed the skin, and sniffed inside, it was the smell of table salt.

The salt that his son burned was much whiter than the salt he had bought in other tribes before the snow last year.

And since eating the salted broth, the tribe has not touched the barbecue for many days.

In more than ten sunrises, it will be a day for the gathering of various tribes, maybe you have to bring your own son to see the world, what if a girl from the tribe has a crush on her son?

She sealed the jar containing the salt with animal skins, and turned her head to look in the direction of Gu Guo, a few days later, he was tinkering with something new.