There were actually a lot of words on the stone wall. Zhang Heng looked incredulous. These lines may not be real words yet, but they already had the form of words, and he actually saw the charm of Chinese characters. How is this possible?
"King, wuwu~~!" Wu ran over and pointed at the salt bag and then at the stone wall.
Zhang Heng suddenly realized that he couldn't help but think of the butterfly effect that the teacher said in geography class. Could it be that he was like a little butterfly now, and doing something unintentionally could affect the development of the original space?
A salt bag that can only be used as garbage in modern society actually caused shamans to create writing in primitive society. Zhang Heng was still shocked at this time. At first, he also thought about teaching primitive people writing, but then gave up after thinking carefully.
Speaking of primitive people, there are still many old farmers in the village who cannot read, and they still live their lives as usual.
The teacher said that we must first have a material foundation before we can pursue spiritual enjoyment. Just like in the village, if the family can’t afford food, how can we let the children study? Suddenly he sighed, wasn’t it because my sister’s family was too poor that she didn’t
Read it as a book?
What was lacking in primitive society was not writing, but food! But now witches have inspired the idea of creating writing through salt bags, which is a great thing. With writing, there will be inheritance, dissemination, and civilization!
Zhang Heng actually has no concept of protecting wild animals. This is also a common problem among villagers. For example, when seeing pheasants, the first reaction is to hunt them for meat. What primitive society needs is animal nature and stronger hunting capabilities, at least in the presence of powerful beasts.
Even after most of them were hunted, he was still trying to adapt to this primitive survival law. As long as the roars of wild beasts were heard one night, the fighting blood in his body could not cool down...
"King, king!" Wu suddenly pointed to the middle part of the stone wall.
Zhang Heng looked up after hearing the sound, and his face suddenly felt unnatural. In the middle of the stone wall was a scrawled picture, on which a strong man was vaguely drawn, fighting an ancient giant tiger. What followed was the giant tiger falling, and the man looking up to the sky and roaring.
There is a sun on the top, and the pattern of this sun is very realistic.
Then in the third picture, the man held up a scepter. The staff looked like a snake. If you look closely, it looked like a dragon. There were messy lines next to it. I don’t know if it was an illusion. Zhang Heng actually saw these lines.
He has become a primitive man, and if nothing else happens, this man is the one painted... There are also patterns like knives and fires next to him, which are easy to distinguish.
Zhang Heng felt quite embarrassed at this time. Did he paint him as too powerful? It was very different from the facts.
He shook his head and didn't think too much for the time being. He didn't have much time to come in this time. He came mainly for the herbs. When he was about to ask the witch for the herbs, he was attracted by the scene in the cave. Bacon, a lot of bacon.
There are also lots of sweet potatoes!
"King!" Ba yelled, holding two axes.
Zhang Heng smiled and nodded, Ba seemed even more majestic than before.
"King, ho ho, sun, dragon, good harvest!" People knelt on the ground again in the cave. It took Zhang Heng a while to calm down everyone. He had seen the fight between the monkey kings on TV, and the defeated side
He would comb the new monkey king's fur and catch fleas. But what happened to him now was different. The primitive people did not kneel down and worship him many times because of his fighting power. They shook their heads and never thought about it. Maybe it was because he brought
Get food and weapons.
In reality, he had just eaten and didn't feel hungry at this time. Zhang Heng was not in a hurry to eat and asked Shangba and Wu to come out of the cave together. What he saw was a green patch of green. The original animal pen was still there, but the surrounding areas had been burned.
The land was circled again, with an area of more than 20 acres. From the position of the sun, we could tell that it was already afternoon.
Apart from the children, the Spring tribe did not have much labor force, and despite the lack of labor tools, they actually built large animal pens and planted sweet potatoes well. Zhang Heng had to sigh, the primitive people farmed more land than those in the village.
Zhang Heng nodded and praised: "Well, you did a good job, much better than expected!"
"King, woo woo!" Wu Si heard the praise and shouted, holding his crutch high!
Zhang Heng was so happy that he simply took out the crutch attached to his belt and started swinging it. It was almost the same as the shape on the stone wall.
It was not too early. In order to avoid being too mentally exhausted, Zhang Heng did not go down there, nor did he plan to enter the forest this time. Instead, he walked into the seedling field. It has now expanded, because it was a few days ago.
Ten square meters were covered with that unknown plant.
It was almost winter when he left last time. The stems and leaves of the plant were still green, but the edges of the leaves were a little red. Now that I saw it, it still looked like this. I couldn't help but wonder, could this plant be a perennial rather than a perennial?
It grows one season a year, which is not the same as the previously guessed growth pattern of ginger, but more like the later guessed plantain-like species.
The seedlings are very tall, reaching 1.5 meters, and the rhizomes are about the thickness of a thumb. I cut them open last time and found that there is a lot of water in them. They should be used to feed livestock. The village also cuts down banana trees to feed pigs to ensure they are full.
How to gain weight.
I originally dug out a tuber last time, but I was so busy with tiger meat that I forgot about it. Now that I had nothing to do, I dug out another tuber and nodded with satisfaction. This time the tuber was bigger, half of it was
Last year's old tubers were white-grey, and half of them were new growth this year. They were pure white and tender, and weighed about four kilograms in total.
"Old tubers will not rot and can expand the growing area. If people can eat these, wouldn't they be more powerful than sweet potatoes?" Zhang Heng murmured.
At this time, I had a strong urge to find small animals to test and eat, but I couldn't find it at that time. After thinking about it, I just brought this tuber to reality and bought some chickens and ducks to test it.
Thinking of this, Zhang Heng was suddenly stunned. Is it possible to bring real-life chickens and ducks into the primitive space? Sweet potato vines alone are enough to feed the chickens and ducks! Then the chickens lay eggs, and the eggs hatch into chickens. There is a vast space in the primitive space.
Incomparable land...
Zhang Heng felt that there were countless chickens and ducks flying in front of him. Finally, they all fell down with a squawking sound and turned into red bills piled on the ground. He rushed forward and lay down in the middle of the pile of money. The money was so new.
I can smell the ink, it’s fragrant, it’s so fragrant…
"Wang, eat, it's delicious!" Ba's voice came.
Zhang Heng wiped his saliva and saw that Ba was holding two hot roasted sweet potatoes and handed them over. It turned out that the smell just now was sweet potatoes...
"Okay, eat, eat them all! The king will treat you to roast chicken next time." Zhang Heng said cheerfully. Although he was not hungry, it was okay to eat a sweet potato. He took it and opened it and ate it.
Suddenly thinking of the purpose of this trip, he said: "Witch, I want herbs, herbs to treat wounds..."
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