The autumn air is crisp, the sun is not dry, and there is no breeze. For those who appreciate the autumn scenery, there may be something missing, but for the people of the Qingque tribe who have cleared a wide isolation zone and are preparing to set fire to the wasteland, the current situation is
The best weather.
"Chi Chi, Chi Chi..."
Huoyi, who was already proficient at playing with the hand drill, squatted next to a large pile of broken firewood and dead leaves, pressing up and down the hand drill that had been modified specifically for making fires.
The powerful leather rope swings back and forth, and the wooden drill rod that has been ground black on the head is spinning rapidly in circles. Black powder flows out from the wooden pit and falls on the dry and delicate tinder below, with green smoke.
Followed by.
Huoyi put down the hand-operated drill, picked up the smoking tinder, picked up the toothless mouth and blew on it.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and flames jumped up.
The burning tinder was placed on the edge of the large pile of dead branches and leaves. Soon, a single spark started a prairie fire.
Huoyi, who had weak legs and feet but was determined to light a fire, took the tools for ignition and walked out of the isolation zone as fast as she could.
They have always been in awe of fire, which can bring light and warmth and cook food.
Huo, who was sweating from the running, came outside the isolation zone and turned around to look at the fire that was already rising with smoke. His old muddy eyes were filled with awe and some excitement.
Huge flames rose up, devouring dead branches and leaves, and a crushing heat wave swept over. The people of the Qingque tribe who were watching the fire in the isolation zone couldn't help but retreat four or five feet back.
Even though they had done something like this once last year, everyone in the Qingque tribe still looked horrified when they looked at the fire again.
There had been rain in the past two days, and the thick pile of dead branches and leaves in the middle had not completely dried out. Now, under the burning of the fire, thick columns of smoke emerged, slowly rising straight into the sky, which was quite a bit...
The meaning of wolf smoke.
Of course, if you replace the surrounding trees with a desert, remove the animal skins from the people standing around you, replace them with armored weapons, and put a faded flag on the side, there will be even more beacon fire.
The chilling atmosphere of the wolf smoke was gone.
It seems that it is no longer needed. The current scene is already extremely scary!
At least a group of people three or four miles away from here were already frightened by this spectacular scene.
The leader of the green tribe, who was dirty, suddenly stopped, and together with the dozen or so people following him, looked at the smoke column rising into the sky in the distance, as if connected to the white clouds floating in the sky, with his mouth open.
Big, frightened eyes flashed.
The leader of the Green Tribe and others, in shock, quickly clenched their weapons and looked at the surrounding bushes vigilantly, then turned their attention to the smoke column, already prepared to run away if they found that something was wrong.
preparation.
After staying in place for a while and not finding any danger, the Green Tribe people, who were carrying many things on their backs, felt a lot more relieved.
Looking at the smoke column that did not diminish but became increasingly dense, the leader of the Green Tribe suddenly sighed.
He looked at the tribesmen carrying large and small bags, and his expression became even more melancholy.
“#￥@#4%!”
He turned around and said to the person behind him, then turned and walked back.
"￥%!@&"
Someone asked aloud to express their doubts.
They were extremely impressed by the wealthy neighboring tribe.
After attending joyful gatherings in the past, people from various other tribes, either men or women, often appeared in their dreams.
This year was very different. After the party, what appeared most in their dreams was the things that were placed on the fire and were similar to stones but different from stones. They were called pottery.
Of course, in the pottery in the dream, there is always delicious fish soup that is steaming hot and fragrant, and you can't finish it.
Sometimes, two thin sticks, called chopsticks by neighboring tribes, would appear. Holding them in their hands, they could not pick up any delicious food. Many people were screamed in panic because of this.
Finally woke up...
After such a long time, the magic of pottery and the deliciousness of fish soup have not faded with time, but have become more clear and profound.
In the past, there was not much food in the tribe, so they had to endure it. Now in autumn, there was finally more food. Feeling itchy and suffering, they couldn't wait to take the food and set off towards the rich tribe.
, and for this reason also gave up the time of hunting and gathering fruits.
After walking for such a long time, the time was finally coming, but the leader wanted to take them back, so naturally they were reluctant.
The leader of the green tribe stopped and looked at the reluctant people.
He was also reluctant to go back like this.
The people in the tribe longed for pottery and delicious food, and he also longed for it.
These days, he used the pottery bowl he exchanged from the Qingque tribe, imitating the Qingque tribe's style, placing it on the fire with stones, and cooking food.
But no matter how he made it, the taste was far inferior to that of the neighboring rich tribe before, even if he put the fattest meat in it.
After thinking about it and still experiencing the same problem after many attempts, he attributed the problem to the fact that the pottery he used to cook food was too small.
After thinking again and again, I finally made the decision to come back with food and exchange for large pottery.
It is best to replace the pottery used by the neighboring tribe for cooking food, so that your own tribe can also make delicious food.
Thinking of being able to eat that kind of delicious food every day in the future, the leader of the Green Tribe couldn't help but feel filled with joy and expectation. There would be saliva in his mouth, and he needed to swallow it to prevent it from flowing out.
Just now...
He looked at the thick smoke column, frightened and filled with deep helplessness, as well as regret and sympathy for the fate of that powerful tribe.
He remembered the route very clearly. The place where the thick smoke column rose was the residence of the wealthy tribe!
The scale of this smoke column far exceeded any smoke he had ever seen before, and from such a distance, he could smell the smell of burning firewood. He didn't need to think about the ending of that tribe, and he knew how miserable it would be.
“%#^&#@~”
He pointed to the thick smoke column and explained to the tribe that the wealthy tribe was experiencing disaster and might never exist again.
When everyone in the Green Tribe heard this, they all showed expressions of horror, joy and regret.
"@4!%~￥"
The person who had just called out to the leader of the Green Tribe to ask why had a different reaction than the others. After thinking for a while, he spoke again, put down the things he was holding, and expressed himself with gestures.
After the leader of the Green Tribe figured out what this man meant, his eyes suddenly lit up...
