The golden retriever came out of nowhere, ran in front of Yao Xiaoqing, and saw Dawu on the ground, scratching his ears and cheeks and screaming.

Seeing the golden retriever, Yao Xiaoqing's heart calmed down a lot, "Golden retriever, my sister is fine." ”

The golden retriever stepped forward and grabbed the head of Dawu's chicken coop and helped Yao Xiaoqing drag Dawu's body forward.

It jumped around purely to help, and Yao Xiaoqing didn't reprimand it, dragging Dawu's body with all his might, climbing to the top of the cliff and pushing him down.

Slumped on the ground, snorting and panting.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he looked at the yellow soil on the ground, Yao Xiaoqing happily touched it, "Ha, it's clay, when they are well in the wood, they can fire clay pots, wash their faces and feet, alas!" How can I make a few wooden pots? ”

"Oops." Suddenly remembering that he only cared about fighting just now, and didn't pay attention to where Dawu came from, Yao Xiaoqing was worried about the safety of Yaohu and Mu Feng.

Hurriedly called the golden retriever, carried the sapper shovel and ran quickly down the mountain, ran to the creek, carried the footboard, dragged the vine branches, gritted his teeth and hurried towards the cave.

Rushing back to the entrance of the cave, she saw that the vines at the entrance of the cave were still the same as when she left.

Relieved, he opened the vines with his feet on his back and walked in.

"Xiaoqing is back!" When Yao Hu saw Yao Xiaoqing come in, he sat up on the ground, and his spirit seemed much better.

Yao Xiaoqing took out the ash bag and prunella grass to dry, picked up a footboard, and brought it to Yaohu and his son, "Father, I dug this thing, don't you look like a footboard?" ”

Yaohu looked at her lovingly, and saw the opening on her cheek at a glance, "Xiaoqing, you were injured, who did it?" ”

Mu Feng also saw her wound and asked worriedly, "Are the people in the tribe coming to trouble you?" ”

Yao Xiaoqing nodded, "It's Dawu, I pushed him off the cliff." ”

Mu Feng pounded the ground excitedly, but he hit a stone with a punch, and he grinned in pain.

"Well done! Dawu, this jackal, I've wanted to clean him up for a long time. ”

Yaohu clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said softly: "Xiaoqing, you must be careful when you go out these days. Father and brother are not here, you are no match for the beaver and the black badger. ”

"I understand, it's going to get dark, I'll go and chop out the wood first."

Yao Xiaoqing treated the wound, turned his head and walked out with a sapper shovel.

In today's battle with Dawu, Yao Xiaoqing discovered that these ancient people had to often face those looters because they had been fighting with wild beasts in the wild for a long time.

Every time I fight with my life, it is a strong skill that I have practiced with my life and strength, and my strength and speed are more lethal than the fighting in my previous life.

Dawu also had never seen the power of modern cold weapons, so he was accidentally hit by himself.

You still have to exercise yourself to protect yourself in this jungle.

Yaohu looked at her back and thought: I can't lie down anymore, even Dawu has bullied Xiaoqing, if Mu Feng and I are gone, Xiaoqing will become a wild man.

Yaohu struggled to get up and stumbled before he could stand firmly.

Mu Feng hurriedly got up and helped him, "Father, you lie down, I'll get up." ”

The father and son were still very weak due to sadness and excessive bleeding, and their faces were sweating profusely.

Yaohu looked at him lovingly, "Mu Feng, you are Yaohu's son, you have to protect your sister." ”

"Yes, Father." Mu Feng picked up a wooden stick and got out on crutches.

The golden retriever, who was sitting at the entrance of the cave, glanced at Mu Feng and turned his head to ignore him.

Yao Xiaoqing looked at him, "Mu Feng, you have an injury on your body, why did you come out?" What should I do if it's torn? ”

Mu Feng grinned, "I'm a warrior and don't like to lie down. ”

Yao Xiaoqing glanced at the big boy and said with a smile: "Yes, you are a big warrior." ”

Mu Feng stood at the entrance of the cave, watching her wave the black and shiny thing, quickly cutting off the branches of the dead tree, stepping on the trunk a few times, and the trunk was broken.

Xiaoqing's stone axe is really sharp, and there are things like thatched thorns on it, what is the god's stone axe made of?

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, his mind was full of questions, he walked up to her with a wooden stick, and looked at the sapper shovel curiously, "Xiaoqing, is this also the stone axe given to you by the gods?" ”

Stone axe, Yao Xiaoqing thought about it, smiled and nodded, "Yes, the stone axe of the gods is much sharper than ours." ”

"Can I try it?"

"That's not good," Yao Xiaoqing hurriedly stopped him, "As soon as you exert yourself, the wound will collapse, and when you heal your injury, I will definitely give it to you." ”

Mu Feng scratched his head and smiled "hehe", "Okay, when Brother is ready, I'll go and get meat and come back for you to eat." Xiaoqing, where the gods take you, those people don't live in caves, where do they live? What is their porridge cooked in? ”

Looking at his curious appearance, Yao Xiaoqing said with a smile: "The place where they live is called a house. Porridge is boiled with rice, which is the seed of rice, just like corn. The sweet milk tablets are made from cow's milk, and their pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep are all raised by themselves. ”

Mu Feng stared at her with wide eyes, unable to imagine what the house was like, and he knew it.

"There is little corn, not enough to eat, and the cattle and sheep cannot be fed and have to run."

It seems that they have also tried to raise cattle and sheep, and bison and wild sheep are very wild and should not like to be kept in captivity.

I don't know how they were raised, but I can only slowly grope for it.

The brother and sister talked for a while, and Mu Feng helped Yao Xiaoqing pick up the firewood and pile it together.

Yao Xiaoqing carried the firewood into the cave, and saw that the fire was covered with a layer of plaster, and there was an ember fire underneath, knowing that it was dried by wood, and this is how the fire is preserved in the tribe.

Mu Feng's eyebrows danced, and he described the power of the sapper shovel to Yaohu with gestures, and asked Yao Xiaoqing to describe the house again.

Yao Hu was also very curious after hearing this, and said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, Father look at your stone axe. ”

"Okay." Yao Xiaoqing put down the firewood, walked up to him with a shovel, and pointed to the sapper shovel, "Father, look at it, the thatched grass here is used for sawing wood, and the blade here is used for chopping." ”

Yaohu touched the cold and smooth shovel, his eyes glowing, "What is this horn-like thing?" ”

"This one is for pickaxes, for prying stones."

Yao Xiaoqing looked at the father and son who couldn't put it down and stroked the sapper shovel, and saw appreciation and cherishment in their eyes, without the fanatical possessiveness that Dawu showed when he discovered the power of the sapper shovel.

In this world, if you have a weapon like this, how much of a role it will play, a former tribal leader like Yaohu is quite clear. Especially when people are ousted from the position of chief, hateful and outcast. The performance of Yaohu's father and son at this moment made Yao Xiaoqing accept them from the bottom of her heart, and sincerely regarded them as her relatives who lived in another world.

said to the original owner in his heart: "Xiaoqing, I will love them like you and be good to them." ”

Yao Xiaoqing seemed to hear a sigh, and found that at this moment, his body and mind were relaxed, and there was a feeling that his soul and body were completely compatible.

The father and son admired it for a while, and Yaohu handed her the sapper shovel, "Xiaoqing, this is given to you by the gods, you have to take good care of it." ”

Yao Xiaoqing said respectfully, "Yes, Father." ”

Seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, Yao Xiaoqing took a footboard and broke it and buried it in the fire. Digging up the soil, grabbing some rice from the oiled paper bag and putting it in the pot, stopping the company of Mu Feng, he walked towards the stream.