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Chapter 3 The painting style is wrong
[Faith value: 0]

Consuming the only 1 point of faith, a file appeared out of thin air and landed in Zhang Tian's palm.

The rubber handle, the flat blade, no matter the material, size or style, even the degree of wear and tear is the same as the one at home.

Looking at the resource column again, the number of files in the exchangeable resources has changed from 3 to 2, and the resources have become limited. Did you really send the one at home?
What does it mean that the wool comes from the sheep!

Zhang Tian regretted it too late. If he had known this, he should have bought a few more sets of survival tools at home and asked why he didn't just exchange them for fishing rods?He would like to, but the three fishing rods at home require more than 100 faith points to exchange, so he has more than enough energy.

It is not difficult to make a simple fishing rod by yourself. It takes some effort to polish the hook, but with a file in hand, this process can be greatly shortened, and one night is enough.

Zhang Tian crossed his legs, put the bone on the stone, and grinded it patiently.

Hu Tou, who was watching the night with him, showed a weird expression. He didn't know what the thin, short, black thing Zhang Tian was holding in his hand, let alone why he would do that to the bone residue.

Afraid of disturbing the rest of the clansmen, he didn't ask any more questions, but added some firewood to the bonfire, and said to Zhang Tian, ​​"I'll sleep first, and when the firewood is almost burned, you wake me up."

Zhang Tianxia made an OK gesture consciously, and immediately nodded again.

Hutou froze for a moment, then bent his knuckles and circled his thumb and index finger.

It's kind of weird... weird.

He shook his head, sprawled by the campfire, and soon snored.

As long as the kung fu deep iron pestle is ground into a needle, the bone fishhook is naturally impossible to compare with the iron fishhook. The hook body is about two centimeters wide, and the tip of the hook is slightly thinner than the bone needle. If you often do handwork, you can still Grind a barb on the inside of the hook point like Zhang Tian did.

Don't underestimate the grinding technology of primitive people, and don't overestimate the IQ of fish. Archaeologists once made exactly the same fishhooks based on unearthed bone hooks. They took them for trial fishing and caught dozens of fish hooks in one morning. non fish.

The fishhook was gradually polished into shape, Zhang Tian blew off the powder, touched the tip, it was quite sticky, and it was no problem to pierce the fish's mouth.

He walked lightly behind the women and dragged the bamboo pole that was left alone outside the cave.

I went into the cave again and found a bone knife, and gently knocked off the excess branches on the bamboo pole with the back of the knife. When I reached the tip, my hand movements were more gentle, for fear that if I accidentally broke the bamboo pole, all previous efforts would be wasted.

"Huh, it's really cold..."

He stomped his feet in place, breathed into his palms, and smoothed the knots.

I tried to swing the pole, and the elasticity is acceptable. If I want to use it for a long time, it needs to be smoked, straightened and painted. Fortunately, the bamboo itself is straight enough, so I don’t need to be so particular about it. It can be used for ten and a half months if I make do with it. .

Bamboo is a good thing. Bamboo poles can be used to make bows, arrows, and fishing rods. After being cut into small pieces, the flesh can be removed to weave bamboo baskets and cages. Bamboo fibers can be collected and twisted into ropes.

The ropes twisted by the women during the day are neatly placed in a dry place to dry. Zhang Tian selected a few relatively long and strong enough ropes, tied them together to form a long rope, and then wrapped them around bamboo poles to tie them tightly. His homemade bone fishhook, a simple fishing rod, was formed.

Put away the fishing rods in a precious place, fetch bamboo strips and pieces, and sit by the campfire to weave bamboo cages.

If you want to fish, how can you do without a cage for fish?
Start from the bottom, use the simplest well-tac-toe weaving, the side length is about the width of his shoulders, half the height of a person, it doesn't matter if the gap is larger, if the fish caught is smaller than the gap between the bamboo slices, there is no need to leave it. caught.

Then, according to the size of the opening of the bamboo cage, we made a funnel-shaped cover with a wide top and a narrow bottom, and buckle it upside down into the cage, so that the fish cannot jump out and sink to the bottom of the river at night. It can also be used as a fishing cage.

It was late at night, and everything was silent, except for the tireless crackling of firewood burning, and then even the burning sound gradually died down.

Zhang Tian added some new firewood to the fire. Seeing that his hands were covered with bamboo sawdust and mud, he got up and wiped the dry and smooth rock wall, and walked over to shake the tiger's head to wake him up.

It's time to go to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow to be a fisherman.

……

"God! Wake up! Wake up!"

Zhang Tian opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a dirty face and messy hair.

Xiao Xiao grinned: "Hutou and the others are going to hunt!"

It was dawn, and the people of the clan were all active, young and strong men and women were all ready to go out, ready to go hunting and gathering.

The flickering flames dispelled the morning chill, and the cave was quite warm.

It is not easy to start a fire, even in the daytime, the fire will not be extinguished. Compared with the grass and trees all over the mountains and plains, the wood burned is not even a drop in the bucket, not to mention it is cold now, and the fire cannot be separated for a moment.

Zhang Tian got up and went outside the cave to do stretching exercises.

I slept well last night. After all, I have a primitive body, and I have long adapted to sleeping on the ground. I am just a little tired mentally, and I still can’t accept the fact of time travel. I had a dream at night after the game was released, and I drool. It hasn't stopped yet, but when I wake up, I have to face the reality that I don't have enough to eat. It's cruel.

The weather is cold and dry, there is no fog in the mountains, and the view is very good. Looking around, the green hills on both sides of the river are facing each other, and there is a big river in the canyon with wide waves.

The cave is on the mountainside, not far from the river, but the clansmen seldom go down the mountain to fish, mainly because the river is deep and fast, and it is difficult to get anything by stabbing with a spear. In addition, the hunting income is enough to survive, so they Without looking far away, fishing and hunting were developed.

Xiao Xiao's stomach started growling again.

Zhang Tian was also hungry, everyone was hungry, and the sisters who were pregnant with Liujia were staring at each other, their lips were pale, if they didn't eat a full meal today, they might be squeezed dry by the children in their stomachs.

The young adults are ready to go out for food.

Before leaving, Grandma mobilized everyone and asked everyone to come back before dark. The so-called spiritual leader is more effective when the people of the clan are depressed.

Everyone was encouraged. The men carried bone knives and stone spears, and the women carried bamboo baskets and picked up pointed digging sticks. Zhang Tian erected a bamboo pole nearly four meters long with one hand, and a half-person-high pole with the other hand. bamboo cage.

There was a guy with the wrong style in the crowd.

"What are you doing..."

Everyone looked at Zhang Tian strangely.

"I'm going fishing by the river, you go hunting, don't worry about me, I will come back when the sun goes down on that mountain."

Zhang Tian pointed to the sharp mountain in the distance, and strode down the mountain.

"I am coming too!"

Xiao Xiao caught up with Zhang Tian with a wooden stick as thick as a bowl.

Hutou felt that something was wrong with Zhang Tian last night, and he didn't know what he was doing secretly. At this time, he saw the backs of the two going away, and didn't stop him. He greeted the men and said, "Let them go, after all, they are children. Count on them to help. Let's hunt!"

The men beat their chests, purred and shouted, and went into the mountains to hunt with high morale.

(End of this chapter)