As soon as the obscure gaze descended on the territory of the Fire God, it was blocked by an indifferent qi machine, which was so unpredictable that even Yang Sanyang's Law Eye could not find its traces.

Yang Sanyang didn't know anything about the outside world, and at this time he stood in front of Qingshi with a decadent face, looked at the clansmen who kept kneeling on the ground, and sighed:

"Don't be disappointed, at least I've got another treasure!"

He could only comfort himself like this: "At least my foundation has increased again! The chances of surviving in this great wilderness world have increased by one percent." ”

An ordinary straw rope hung on Yang Sanyang's waist and turned into his belt, holding the animal skin apron so that it would not fall.

He didn't know the difficulties of the gods, and he didn't know that his tribe had become a land of right and wrong. Even if the gods knew about it, there had to be a way to come here.

What's more, everything in the tribe has been shrouded by Taiyi, turning the heavens upside down, fogging the number of qi, everything seems confusing, and the gods in the outside world don't dare to approach this place for half a minute.

"The law of binding!" Yang Sanyang secretly felt the mystery in his heart, and then looked at the clansmen who were kneeling in the distance, and hurriedly stepped forward to help all the clansmen up, and Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly at the fanatical eyes of everyone.

It's not without good things, at least his prestige in the clan has increased!

Almost the incarnation of God!

Turning to look at the divine fire, Yang Sanyang's heart was secretly moving, for some reason he always felt that the flame had become different, and the qi of this heaven and earth was no longer the same, but there was some kind of strange force field, and the fire god's qi was dissipating, gradually being replaced by another kind of qi.

What's more, Yang Sanyang's eyes looked at the divine fire, and he could dimly see a 'little bird' hidden in the depths of the flames, falling into a dormant sleep.

"The fireball fell from the sky that day, what happened!" Yang Sanyang withdrew his gaze from the divine fire, and secretly stroked the jade ball in his arms, and there seemed to be a full moon rising into the sky in the jade ball, flashing debut Qinghui.

The jade, which was slightly scorching before, was no longer scorching at this time, but was cool, and a little bit of strange qi was submerged into its body, imperceptibly improving its root bones.

"This jade ball is not simple!"

Yang Sanyang found the animal skin, then rolled out a thin rope, sewed out a simple leather bag, wrapped the jade ball, and carefully hung it around his neck, becoming its ornament.

The cool qi flowed into the body, which made Yang Sanyang feel a little more at ease, although he didn't know what this coolness was, but it was definitely not a bad thing.

After settling down the clansmen, the tribe began to rub hemp, and countless clematis were uprooted and exposed to the sun.

"Fishing nets are not so easy to weave!" Yang Sanyang raised his head to look at the blue sky, and the clouds flying on it converged and were unpredictable.

The invention of ropes and nets will completely improve the tribes of primitive people and make primitive people set out for civilization.

With the net, you can set traps and turn passive into active, and the Terrans will face countless beasts in the wilderness to occupy a dominant position.

Weaving the net is a technical job, which requires a lot of hemp rope, and Yang Sanyang's accumulation of hemp is definitely not enough.

"The flame represents the law of fire, and the rope represents the law of binding, so what about the net?" Yang Sanyang raised his head and walked back and forth in the sun with his hands behind his back: "Maybe there is nothing, and the net belongs to the flow of ropes." Maybe ......"

Yang Sanyangan endured the throbbing in his heart: "The net is a multiple of the rope, and the function is also several times that of the rope. ”

"Flames, ropes, and other gods can't look down on them, so what about the net?" Yang Sanyang muttered in a low voice.

In any case, he must attract the attention of the gods, and only when the gods pay attention to him can he have a chance of immortality.

Yang Sanyang has to personally cut and concoct the hemp rope for making nets, and he has to do every point himself. After the rope was made, Yang Sanyang was preparing to teach everyone the techniques of making traps while stockpiling more materials.

On this day, the sky was clear, countless primitive people walked out of the stone cave, Yang Sanyang howled out a voice, attracting the attention of countless primitive people, and then pointed to the strongest leader among them, Lux, dozens of people marched towards the mountain.

How to use rope to make a trap?

In his previous life, he had seen videos of survival in the wilderness, and the simplest use of ropes was a bouncy trap.

What is a stretch sleeve trap?

First of all, prepare to observe the path that the prey often passes. This is not difficult, the wilderness is rich in species, and there are countless animals that can be hunted by humans.

Soon, Yang Sanyang determined the path that a wild boar-like animal often passed by, and then lowered his head to carefully observe the road with a contemplative look on his face.

The primitive people looked around nervously, and the fire folds and torches in their hands were ready to go, firmly protecting Yang Sanyang.

This is the true Son of God, even if he dies, he must not let the Son of God be hurt in the slightest, otherwise the God of Fire will send a calamity, and he and others will die and will not be redeemed.

Ignoring the tension of the primitive people, in this dangerous and dangerous world, the only end of losing vigilance is death.

There was fresh feces left by the pig on the road, and it was clear that the animal often passed by here.

Then, the all-important thing is to tie the knot.

Don't think crooked, it's not robbery, it's knotting the rope. Tying a correct knot and not being freed from the boar is the key to restraining the prey.

I saw that Yang Sanyang's fingers were dexterous, and he quickly tied a rope loop in the center of the rope, and then passed the rope head through the middle of the rope loop, bypassed the main rope, and passed through the rope loop again to tighten the knot.

The knot is now complete, don't look easy to say, but there is still a little way to learn, and the most important thing is that it is easy to use.

When the prey is caught in it, it will only struggle more and more tightly, and will never break free.

Unless the rope breaks!

Then find a suitable position, tie the rope to a fixed tree, which must be strong enough not to be broken free from the boar, and tie the rope outside the noose.

Then make the rope sleeve hang down in the position where the wild boar must pass through the rope sleeve, and use a small branch to support the rope sleeve as a trap mechanism, as long as the wild boar passes, it will inevitably touch the branch, and the rope suddenly shrinks to trap the wild boar, at this time the wild boar will inevitably struggle in panic, and then the big tree will use the power of the wild boar to pull the rope sleeve tighter and tighter.

Of course, the premise is that your rope is strong enough, if it is bitten and broken by a wild boar, it will definitely startle the snake.

There is no doubt about the quality of the rope, dozens of primitive strong men are constantly pulling, and there is naturally no problem in tying up a wild boar.

The more clever trap is to hang the rope from above, drop the branches of the trunk, so that the whole rope is tight, if the boar accidentally passes by, touches the mechanism of the trunk to bounce, and hangs the boar in the air on the tree, at that time, even if the boar has a monstrous ability, there is no place to borrow, and it can only become fat on the cutting board.

It's a pity that this is an ancient tree that has grown for an unknown number of years, and it is not something that this group of primitive people can pull and bend at all.

After setting up the trap, Yang Sanyang clapped his hands, glanced at all the primitives, and led everyone back.

The Great Wilderness is too dangerous, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be scarred, and all kinds of poisons are unknown, and everyone dare not stay longer.

A group of primitive people returned to the tribe with Yang Sanyang in confusion, and continued to rub hemp, making all kinds of hemp ropes.

Nothing to say for a day

On the second day, Yang Sanyang led a group of primitive people to the trap in the mountains and forests, and heard a series of terrible roars in the distance, and the piercing sound startled countless beasts in the mountains and forests to run.

Everyone quickened their pace, but saw a wild boar's head being trapped in a trap, and kept swaying back and forth, trying to break the rope.

"Whew~"

The smoke and dust of the Dao Road rolled up, and without Yang Sanyang's orders, all the primitive people had already flown out with stone tools, and the wild boar was even more panicked when he saw a group of primitive people, and the rope became tighter and tighter.

After a while, the wild boar lost its breath and lay on the ground convulsing constantly.

A group of primitive people came back to their senses at this time, looking at Yang Sanyang with sparkling eyes, their eyes full of admiration.

"It's done! This world is rich in materials, as long as you have a heart, you will have meat at least every day in the future!" Yang Sanyang's heart moved slightly, and he looked at the fanatical gaze of all the primitives, and handed the rope to the leader on the side.

The leader took the rope tremblingly, looked at Yang Sanyang with a confused face, Yang Sanyang pointed to his own trap, and pointed to the rope in the leader's hand, the leader instantly understood, picked up the rope and walked towards the place where Yang Sanyang had set the trap.

Yang Sanyang shook his head, interrupted the leader's movements, and pointed to the distance, asking him to find a place to set a trap by himself.

The leader was confused, Yang Sanyang sighed, found another path, judged where the beast passed, and then signaled to the leader.

The leader clumsily arranged the trap, which was interrupted and corrected by Yang Sanyang several times, and then a trap was finally arranged.

The leader looked at Yang Sanyang with a look of hope, and when Yang Sanyang smiled with satisfaction, he grinned.

Yang Sanyang pointed to the rope behind everyone, and constantly selected a place for everyone, guiding all the primitive people on how to arrange traps.

The disadvantage of not having words is here, everyone can't communicate, and things that can be understood in one sentence need to be wasted for half a day.

Fortunately, Yang Sanyang's busy afternoon was not in vain, more than a dozen traps were arranged, and everyone carried the wild boar back.

If a third of the tribe learns to set traps, then the whole tribe will no longer have hunger and cold.

Men go out to hunt, women make ropes at home and pick fruits, what a perfect social order.

But if you want this first batch of primitives to really learn how to make traps, it is a matter of imagination in just three or five days, and Yang Sanyang needs to follow him for a while, and he is also about to dry the wire grass, and there is nothing to do all day.

On the second day, as soon as the sky was dawning, a group of primitive people who laid traps couldn't wait to gather in one place, waiting for Yang Sanyang to set off.