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Chapter 9
Eight unkempt savages in animal skin skirts stood quietly by the river like eight statues.

Zhang Tian sat by the fire and warmed leisurely. He felt like a wicked slave owner. If he were to put on a decent little suit and put a delicate whip made of crocodile skin next to the fire, he would feel like an evil slave owner. It's even more so.

But in fact, he just sat down not long ago.

Xiao didn't need to worry about him, he worried about the other seven people.

Hutou is used to chasing and fighting in the mountains and forests, now keeping him in one position for a long time is really more uncomfortable than killing him.

Knowing that fishing is so boring, he would rather go hunting in the mountains!
But it’s all coming, and at this moment, it’s hard to justify quitting, and seeing Xiao Xiao catching fish one after another, his unwillingness to admit defeat was aroused. He has always been the leader in hunting, why? Can it be compared to a child?

He suppressed his restless heart and stared intently at the broadleaf buoy on the river.

But his buoy seemed to be nailed to the river, motionless.

Seeing that all the other novices caught fish under Zhang Tian's guidance, and he was the only one who caught nothing, he was extremely anxious and scolded in his heart: "You bite the eggless thing!"

"What's the matter, tiger head?"

Zhang Tian approached slowly, kicked the bamboo cage next to Hutou's feet and said, "It's still empty!"

Hutou felt the pressure suddenly, and hurriedly said: "Soon! There will be a big fish hooked soon!"

"Um……"

Zhang Tian observed for a while, patted Hutou on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "Brother, you're dead."

"Hang the bottom?" Hutou was confused.

"Give me the fishing rod."

Zhang Tian took the fishing rod and shook it, and found that the thing hanging was not heavy, so he went straight to catch it.

A mass of weeds with a few pieces of gravel wrapped in the middle... Wait!
Zhang Tian handed the fishing rod back to Hutou, squatted down to push aside the weeds, and dug out the "gravel" wrapped in it.

This is……

Zhang Tian's pupils froze, his face changed color slightly, and he was extremely surprised: "How could there be pottery? This is unreasonable..."

The "gravels" are not stones, but clay fragments made of clay.

There are no other tribes nearby. According to my grandmother, the nearest tribe is at least a hundred miles away.

These clay fragments should have been washed here by the river, that is to say, a certain tribe in the upper reaches of the river has mastered the technology of making pottery!
The shock Zhang Tian received was exactly the same as that of the clansmen who came into contact with the spinning wheel for the first time last night.

Judging from these fragments, the pottery technique used by the other party is not complicated. It should be the most primitive and simple pit firing. As long as he wants to, he can copy it tonight.

The fragments themselves are nothing special, it's just that they shouldn't appear in this era, which is contrary to the background setting of the game.

Water, food, fire and shelter are the basic elements needed for the survival of primitive tribes. Pottery is essentially something that improves the quality of life, and whether it is present or not does not affect survival.

Those who have eaten their last meal without a second meal, and those whose basic needs for survival have not been guaranteed, cannot have extra energy and thoughts to think about how to make their lives better.

Being able to develop pottery technology shows that the other party has sufficient productivity, at least has a sufficient and stable source of food, and such a tribe is likely to have entered the farming society.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tian couldn't help but feel strange.

This river flows in a north-south direction, from north to south, and is located upstream of this river, that is, it is located further north.

Now that the ice age is approaching, the further north, the more difficult it is. If the tribes located in the upper reaches of the river really develop agriculture, they will definitely stick to that one-third of an acre of land and die sooner or later.

Thinking about it this way, hunting and gathering is actually a good thing. You don’t need to consider sunk costs when running, and you won’t have too much psychological burden. It’s nothing more than changing from one hole to another.

Zhang Tian casually threw the clay fragments back into the river, and slapped the dust off his hands.

After the initial surprise, he quickly accepted the fact.

Uneven development in different regions in the same era is a normal phenomenon. Not to mention the present, it is the same in any era. Even the more modern, the greater the gap between different people in different countries. Compared with the gap between Rome and cattle and horses, the gap between pottery and stone tools What is the difference.

Zhang Tian does not plan to make pottery for the time being.

Firing pottery can significantly improve the quality of life, which is both good and bad.

The reason is the same as that of the tribe in the upper reaches of the river that he is not optimistic about. Once the living conditions improve, it will be difficult to persuade people to migrate, not to mention that it is not convenient to carry bottles and cans on the way.

Everything he is doing now should prepare for the future migration. It will be a long and arduous journey, and he must have the consciousness to bear hardships and stand hard work. As for improving his life, he will settle down in the warm south It's not too late to say later.

"Have it! Have it!"

Hu Tou suddenly shouted excitedly.

Zhang Tian turned his head to look, and saw the broad-leaf buoy bobbing up and down, the fishing line was taut, the fishing rod was bent like a weeping willow, and the water splashed half a meter high in the river. With such a strong tail fin, he seemed to be a big guy!
"Give me the fishing rod!"

Zhang Tian stepped forward quickly, but it was too late.

Hutou was so impatient that he forgot the skills taught by Zhang Tian, ​​and when he saw the fish struggling to resist, his blood surged up immediately. Blocks of muscles bulged high, and they pulled hard!
"Crack!"

"Ah yo!"

With a crisp sound, the bamboo pole broke, and the tiger couldn't hold back its strength. It retreated more than ten steps, and finally fell to the ground with its buttocks, crying out in pain.

You fool!

Zhang Tian cursed secretly, waded into the river to pick up the broken half of the fishing rod, and retrieved the line and hook tied to it.

The fish ran away early, and a large piece of fish lip remained on the hook, which shows how much force the tiger head used.

Hu Tou got up cursing, threw the broken pole in his hand on the ground, felt his face was dull, and said angrily, "I'll get another bamboo!"

"do not move!"

Zhang Tian stopped loudly.

Hutou was about to turn around, his calf cramped almost from the sudden yelling, he stopped his movement at least, but found that everyone was staring behind him with a terrified expression, immediately tightened his nerves, and pricked up his ears.

He immediately noticed that not far behind him, there was some kind of terrifying creature watching, just being stared at, he already felt difficult to breathe, and his back was sweating profusely.

Hutou's muscles were tense, like a sharp arrow ready to be fired, he wanted to look back, but his body had been taken over by instinct, and he couldn't move.

The last time I had this experience was when I was targeted by a pack of wolves.

He heard rustling, the sound of leaves and grass rubbing against his body, he felt the ground shaking slightly, and that thing was approaching.

A shadow elongated by the sun covered his shadow.

A four-legged predator, much larger than a wolf.

The shadow suddenly stood up, as if a dark cloud covered the top of the head, the sky dimmed instantly, and the heavy breath of hot air was close at hand!
(End of this chapter)