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Chapter 51 Morning Meeting
The cold wind blew all night last night, and Zhang Tian was woken up several times by the cold. When he got up in the morning, he saw the women carrying out all the bird feathers they usually collected. The animal skins in the tribe were not enough, so they had to make up bird feathers.

After the sun came out, the temperature finally picked up.

He took the three bow tires glued yesterday outside the cave to dry, and the men watched curiously and commented.

At this time, the bow body has not been trimmed and wound, and the appearance of the bow cannot be seen yet. Men have reservations about its practicality, especially considering that this thing is made of glue, and they are all convinced of its firmness. Sex expressed concern.

Not to mention them, Zhang Tian is also uncertain. He himself is a lover of traditional bows and arrows, and is also a master of handicrafts, but this is the first time he has used such outdated tools and rough craftsmanship to make horn bows.

The success or failure depends on the past few days. As long as the glue is good and the bow tire does not crack, maybe it will not be three good quality bows, at least it will not overturn.

He looked at the sky, and it was a cloudless and sunny day, and there was a high probability that it would not rain, but just in case, he still told his younger siblings that the glued bow is most afraid of getting wet. , must be put into the hole immediately.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Zhang Tian woke up the younger sister Lin whom he had just met yesterday.

Lin Yu "recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan" yesterday, and shared a fire with women and children at night. It was indeed a bit cold at night, and she snatched animal skin covers from the neighboring children in a daze. How could the children get involved with her? The animal skin was swept away by her in the blink of an eye, so that the children complained about this tall and big sister.

Fortunately, the women were considerate of her, and Lanhua knew that her clothes were thin, so she planned to make her a warm clothes with bird feathers and old animal skins.

Lin Yu sat up in shock, staring at the fire in a daze.

Immediately, a child complained to her: "You are not a good sister! You snatched my quilt!"

Only then did Lin Yu understand what he had done after he fell asleep, his old face blushed, and he hurriedly said, "It's my sister's fault, and my sister will make you some sugar juice later!"

The children calmed down immediately, thinking of the sweet taste of sugar juice, they couldn't help but swallowed.

Zhang Tian didn't know where she was going to get the sugar juice. Although there was a maple forest in the mountain, the maple trees only stored nutrients in spring and summer and produced sweet sap. Can you squeeze out maple syrup?

He was curious, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just called her to fetch water from the river.

Lin Yu knew that he had something to say to him, so he suppressed his breath, picked up the water bag, and walked towards the river with the men against the cold wind.

The men walked in front carrying the tree barrels, and the two followed far behind, talking in Chinese.

To be honest, this mouthpiece is used to speaking the original language, and it is really uncomfortable to suddenly switch to Chinese.

Even though he speaks Chinese, Zhang Tian still can’t help adding various body movements. The primitive people’s vocabulary may not be rich enough, but their body language is quite developed. The communication between clansmen is like dancing. To understand.

Zhang Tian was already used to it, and he couldn't change it for a while, and there was no need to change it. Just talking and not moving his body would make the people suspicious.

"Last night you tested their views on migration, and you saw their attitude. It's not that I don't know how to or don't want to make pottery. There is no pottery yet. They are already satisfied with the status quo. If they live better, It's just going to be harder to convince them to leave here."

"More importantly, the pottery can't be taken away after it is fired. Our plan is to go on the road in spring. If it only takes one winter, I don't think it makes much sense."

"That's what I think. Don't improve their lives at this stage. I know you are knowledgeable and skilled in cooking. I also really want to taste your cooking skills. But don't rush for a while. There will be a long time in the future, and there will be opportunities in the future."

"Didn't our ancestors say that if you know the difficulties, you can be self-reliant. I don't even think that there is enough food for the winter. People only have to go hungry a few times and suffer a few more beatings before they want to seek change... Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lin Yu's stare made Zhang Tian a little nervous.

"You are so thick and dark... Is the boss's thoughts so terrible?" Lin Yu made a trembling look, "You still think carefully, I can't think of these things."

Zhang Tian said with a smile: "Dr. Lin is being humble. Since I am a soul wearer, I don't feel any pressure, so I think more about it."

Lin Yu pursed his lips and smiled, thinking that he kept saying "Dr. Lin is humble", but he was actually being modest.

The interpersonal relationship around her is simple, and she has never been beaten by the society. She is definitely not as good as Zhang Tian in this respect, but she has something she is good at.

"Do you know how many years ago the earliest pottery discovered so far was?" Lin Yu asked suddenly.

Zhang Tian looked at her.

"It is a Jomon deep-bellied pottery pot unearthed at the Xianrendong site in JX Province, my country. It is about 2 years ago from modern times. Not only that, the primitive humans living in Xianrendong are also the earliest people who collected wild rice discovered so far."

She looked at Zhang Tian and said, "Can you believe it? Someone invented pottery about 7000 years ago. Before the Xianrendong site came out, the mainstream view in archaeology believed that pottery should appear after agricultural production, but In fact, the appearance of pottery is not necessarily related to agriculture.”

"Are you sure no one from the nearby tribes made pottery? Don't underestimate the wisdom of primitive people!"

Zhang Tian was stunned for a moment, thinking of the pieces of pottery that he had fished from the river before. A certain tribe living in the upper reaches of the river obviously made pottery, which may be rough and even leak, but compared to tree barrels, water Bags, its superiority is self-evident.

Lin Yu said: "Many archaeologists believe that in the Neolithic Age, where primitive tribes were densely distributed, pottery was not only used as cooking utensils and utensils, but was also traded as something similar to currency. Pottery with good appearance and high quality may be able to exchange a lot of salt for us!"

Zhang Tian had to admit that the last sentence made his heart skip a beat.

If there is anything lacking in the tribe now, it must be salt. In the past two days, he has climbed over mountains and ridges, climbed slopes and crossed ditches, and found no signs of salt mines. He even suspected that it was because there was no salt in this mountain that large food There are only so few grass animals.

If you can't find salt in the end, exchanging with other tribes at the tribal meeting seems to be the only way out.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "You're right. How about it? We'll make pottery when the tribal meeting is approaching. During this period, you should do more ideological work for the women. I'll be in charge of lobbying the men and trying to convince them as soon as possible." them."

Lin Yu readily agreed.

Everyone went to the river to fetch water, Zhang Tian wanted to wash his face with the river water, but Lin Yu stopped him.

After purifying the water bag with a white stone, she handed it to him, wrinkled her nose and said, "Even if you become a primitive person, you still have to live like a modern person. Wouldn't it be better to live a few more years?"

Zhang Tian grinned and picked up clean water to wash his face.

Lin Yu walked upstream along the river bank, looking for it as she walked, and after a while, she saw what she wanted: a herbaceous plant more than one meter high, with triangular stems, and long and narrow sword-shaped leaves. Calamus, the spirit grass used by the ancients to prevent epidemics and exorcise evil spirits.

(End of this chapter)