6

When the drawing came to an end, Hal, who went down to collect information, walked into the pavilion again accompanied by the patriarch, reporting to Feng Feiyang the collected information.

The situation is better than Feng Feiyang imagined. Nearly sixty adult men are good at hunting, and nearly forty women can also take care of their children and be responsible for sowing and farming. It is a typical case of wide planting and thin harvesting, and only throwing the seeds into the ground and no longer cared about them.

Feng Feiyang also has six experts in making pottery. Without a turntable, they can use their hands to pinch out various pottery jars of large and small size. Similarly, there are ten stonemasons making tools for this clan. According to Hal, "Their craftsmanship is the best!"

Among the clans who have mastered civilization, there are the fewest people who know how to dominate and grazle skills. There are only four of them, and there are also an old man over 45 years old and a girl under the age of fourteen. However, what is surprised that, besides the three pairs of goats he drew, this tribe is still taming wild bees!

This situation was beyond his own understanding. He thought for a while before he judged that this tribe had obtained a certain degree of "domestication" civilization research and development by taming wild bees, but he had not yet fully understood the way. It was just that his arrival, using cards to help them master this knowledge in advance, thus retaining the wild bees.

And it is not just as simple as retaining. With the efforts of several generations, they have made the prototype of beehives to manage wild bees in a unified manner, and no longer allowed the bee colony to build the nest on trees and shrubs like more than ten years ago. They have known that shading, maintaining temperature and dryness can help the bee colony to survive the winter more peacefully...

It can be said that if they chose to domesticate bees that were not troublesome, they should have known about the domesticated civilization long ago.

"You did a good job." Feng Feiyang praised the boy. Although Hal's intelligence collection was not perfect, it was enough. Especially judging from his age, such results are naturally worthy of encouragement.

"My God, this is what I should do."

Feng Feiyang nodded and asked again, "So, who are the hunters who can catch fish?" The fishing and hunting exploration progress was the highest, and he wanted to get its card into his hands.

"Fishing?" The boy was confused and then suddenly realized. He smiled and said, "I am the god. I will do things like that!"

"Oh?" Seeing that Hal didn't look like he was bragging, Feng Feiyang asked interestingly. "How did you do it?"

The Haldi fishing tool is a sharp branch. He deliberately made the branch sharp and then took it into the water (sometimes standing in shallow water). He approached the fish and stabbed it before it did not react.

But this kind of thing doesn't work every time.

"I don't think my ground speed is fast enough..." Hal said to Feng Feiyang with some frustration. "Sometimes I'm obviously very close to them, but I still can't hit them. It must be because I took too slowly!"

"It's too slow to take action? No, my child. Your speed is enough." Feng Feiyang happened to have heard the story of the forkfish. He also knew its theoretical skills. So he opened his mouth and pointed out. "The reason why you can't hit them is still that it's not close enough to them."

Hal recalled carefully, shook his head and protested, "How could it be? I was so far away from them at that time." He compared the distance with his hands, less than one meter. "If it is closer, they will run away."

Feng Feiyang shook his head again, "I'm not talking about you."

Hal was stunned, "What is that?"

Feng Feiyang asked without answering, "Did you catch fish with your body and hands?"

"No, my God. I use branches, I do it..." Halfway through Hal's words, he suddenly cheered. He confirmed to the wind with some disbelief, "God, before I stab them, I should move the branches closer to them. Right? If the branches are very close, they will find it difficult to react!"

Feng Feiyang nodded and suggested, "There is a big river to the west of our village. Why don't you try it tomorrow?"

"Yes, I will definitely do it!" Hal replied excitedly, then turned to the patriarch and said, "Look, I said that those fish will become our food sooner or later, as long as we find the right method!"

The patriarch calmly reminded him, "You don't have a suitable method now."

"No, God told me. That's the right way!" The young man replied with a laugh and bowed to the wind with sincerity.

Seeing his reaction, Feng Feiyang finally breathed his breath. He wiped his sweat quietly, and whispered the bastard light ball in his heart, "What a bullshit rule? You can't just say such a simple truth. You must remind me! Reminder, reminder, fortunately this boy is not stupid, otherwise wouldn't he really do bad things if he had a good intention!"

The rules he complained about are one of the basic rules for their players in the lower material world: in this world, gods are just "guidors" and not "leaders" to his people.

These two words seem to have similar meanings, but they have completely different meanings under the rules set by the main god bastard Light Ball.

Restricted by such rules, Feng Feiyang "cannot" teach his tribe what he knows directly, but could only set a direction and make a proposal, so that they could explore freely...

For example, it's like he is playing a strategy game. If there is a lack of wood, he can tell his people that we need wood now. You can build a logging workshop to get some wood back! But you can't guide his people to make specific methods: first sharpen the flakes of stone, then penetrate the holes and inlay the wooden handle, and keep slashing at the lush trees, and you can get the wood we want...

But we all know that such restrictions are not absolute. Through other rules set by the Lord God, Feng Feiyang can use the faith point to purchase civilization cards for his people.

However, judging from the current situation, it is only a matter of time before Hal masters the skills of forkfishing. If nothing unexpected happens, Feng Feiyang will be able to get a fishing and hunting card in the past few days.

The good start is half the success. Feng Feiyang encouraged himself so much and asked Hal and the patriarch again, "I also heard that some of us have used logs to transport stones. Who is that person ashu8?"

Hearing his question, the young man looked at the old man, and Hal walked up again, "My God, I discovered that thing too."

Feng Feiyang was surprised again. He looked at the boy carefully and said, "If you say this, you should have found a lot of things, right?"

Hal straightened his chest and replied proudly, "Yes, my god. Hal has the meaning of a wise man in our clan."

7

He couldn't catch two rabbits with one hand. After hearing that Hal was the one who used logs, Feng Feiyang stopped the topic he wanted to continue.

After chatting with the patriarch and the boy for a while, he sent them back.

Early the next morning, it was still dawn, and the men of the entire tribe were mobilized. They had just moved here and they urgently needed to figure out the surrounding environment. For example, there was clay there, and there was a section of the shallow beside the river that contained quartz. They all had to figure out.

Secondly, the food they brought was only enough to eat for a few more days, and they had to figure out whether there were large-scale beast groups around them.

Such a prospect doesn't seem very good, but they are not worried - they all follow God's instructions and migrate, so their God will naturally not let them starve to death.

Looking at their eagerness to try, Feng Feiyang, who had just returned from the Gods' realm, yawned long and said a few words to Hal beside him. The boy ran to the patriarch again and spoke in a low voice.

According to Feng Feiyang's proposal, the hunters divided twenty people to go to the northern dense forest, where they would find out, and Feng Feiyang could use the results to judge the specific effects of plant affinity.

The remaining forty hunters were divided into four groups and went forward to get stone spears and other weapons from the stonemason. They were chatting and laughing and waiting for the team to set off.

Feng Feiyang also chose one of the teams and went out with them to see - wherever his people could go, he could follow him, but once all his people outside died, he would involuntarily teleport to the temple.

Because of his decision, Hal, who originally wanted to go to the river to test the fishing, was forced to join the team. You must know that there are not many guys in the entire tribe who can see Feng Feiyang. Outside the pavilion, Feng Feiyang's words will not be heard by ordinary people. He needs a soundboard, and Hal is such a character.

Hal himself was not satisfied with this positioning, "I also said I would go to the river..." He murmured quietly from the side, and before he could finish speaking, the patriarch stepped forward and trembled.

The patriarch pulled the boy aside, whispered a few words, and then began to order the team to set off.

The team that Feng Feiyang followed was the southwest, and the destination was the shallows caused by the turning of the river. The terrain was flat, the river bank was almost flat, and there was nothing around it to serve as a cover.

Such an environment will undoubtedly be loved by herbivores, such as deer, who like to group to go to the river to replenish some water in the early morning and evening.

Hunters get up so early, most of them are for them.

The team did not move forward very quickly, and often stopped to check certain traces, such as feces, or trees that had been gnawed with bark and leaves. Out of awe, the leader's hunter would often ask Hal: "Does our God have new instructions?"

There was no instruction. As a hunting layman, Feng Feiyang could not give any useful suggestions. Fortunately, he knew it well and did not command it rashly.

However, Hal relied on the fact that only he could see God, he would occasionally play tricks. But that was all jokes and not serious. After a few times, the other hunters also understood and stopped caring about him.

Feng Feiyang had already seen the boy's thoughts, but he did not stop him. He wanted to take this opportunity to see Hal's character - if it was appropriate, he would choose a boy as his microphone after he went back - that is, the priest.

But now it seems that the boy is still a little off. The priest's candidate seems to have a choice. Feng Feiyang thought, and was suddenly frightened by the cheers of the hunters ahead.

Looking at Hal, the boy immediately explained to Feng Feiyang, "There are so many prey around us! As long as you work hard, it will be difficult to get hungry this winter!"

Experienced hunters can judge the types and quantities of prey from the traces, and Feng Feiyang is not surprised by this explanation.

As they move forward, the hunters find more and more traces and their emotions become higher and higher. But occasionally, they will look at some claw marks and footprints with a serious expression, and whisper their opinions.

Before Hal could say that Feng Feiyang already understood that not all the animals living nearby were food.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the wind blowing had a cold and damp smell. When listening intently, there would be a sound of water flowing. The wind with the ravens was even more clear that they were approaching their destination.

There are not only deer animals drinking water by the river, although deer is indeed the most common.

They formed a group of more than forty heads, stood in line by the river, drinking water with their heads. Of course, no matter when, the deer herd would have more than four deer watching around.

Not far away from the deer, there were a few guys who looked like cows. And further away, a few malicious jackals wandered back and forth, constantly looking at the deer, constantly approaching there with tentative approaches.

But whenever they reach a certain range, all the deer will raise their heads alertly.

The hunters walked to the upper wind zone under the leadership of the team leader, looked at them from afar, and whispered a few words from time to time, but had no intention of taking action. Feng Feiyang looked at the boy beside him. Hal knew the elegance when he heard the sound, and immediately replied, "The deer group was the most alert at this time. We have to wait until they disperse before taking action."

After saying that, the boy asked again with anticipation, "Do you want to help us?"

In the impression of the boy, he was rescued by Feng Feiyang once, and the leopard, which was not able to be dealt with by more than a dozen people, was easily solved by Feng Blade. In Hal's view, such a magical question was that of such a magical technique.

But Feng Feiyang smiled and replied, "Heaven saves the helper, and those with hands and feet, do not support themselves, and do they have to wait for the pie to fall from the sky?"

Such sophistry is mysterious. The ignorant boy seems to understand it. He thought about it for a while with a bitter face before he found the self-righteous answer from what Feng Feiyang pointed out yesterday.

Let’s not talk about Hal’s understanding for the time being, but only the hunter who led the team saw the stags in charge of surveillance erecting their tails when he was joking. Because there was no danger at this time approaching the deer, the hunter immediately judged that they were going to retreat.

He waved his hands decisively at his companions, and the sound of chatting and laughing disappeared. They bent down and began to hang the deer far from the upper vent.

After following this for a while, the deer who did not notice the danger scattered, after staying away from the riverside, they followed their past habits.

The most majestic deer, who was in the same place, thought about it for a while, decided to eat the berries that they had not finished yesterday.

But little did not know that the danger was approaching it.

8

The deer in the lower material world is slightly different from the deer that Feng Feiyang recognizes, perhaps because of "evolution".

When the leader's hunter successfully drove him to the ambush encirclement, facing the seven or eight men with no way out, he no longer escaped. He lowered his head and used the horns on his head to hit the leader who drove him.

But such a battle between deer and humans has not only happened in this way. The hair of the deer was expected by the hunters before setting up an ambush. Therefore, the leader who drove the deer was the most capable hunter.

When he saw the deer rushing towards him, he was not panicked, but just leaned to the side, and secretly hooked up the woven vine rope with his feet. The tightness of the rope came suddenly, and the deer wanted to jump up because it was too late, so he quickly lowered his speed and turned in the other direction.

As soon as the lowered antlers were deviated, the leader's hunter rushed forward and hugged the buck's thin neck firmly. At the same time, the other two men who used grass juice to disguise also jumped out to help the leader try to press the buck down.

This is a contest between force, a confrontation between survival and death.

The three people holding the stag tried their best together, and while hooking the deer's front legs with their feet, they pressed it hard.

Although the deer's limbs are slender, they are very powerful. If they are placed in normal times, they may not be able to succeed. It's just that the hunters have better grasp of the opportunity - when the deer turns, the center of gravity is unstable.

With the force of force, hundreds of kilograms of animals fell to the ground.

The three of them hurriedly pressed on the deer, and several others came to help. They pressed the horns of the stag firmly and crushed the limbs that struggled and kicked. The leader hunter who hugged the deer's neck made a hand, took out a stone dagger behind him, and stabbed it at the tart's throat, one, two strokes!
To be continued...