Chapter 2: What to do if you don't want to be green
Standing at the entrance of the cave, I sniffed the smell of earth in the air, recalled my previous life, and confirmed one thing: there are four distinct seasons here, which is a good sign.
The voice that has disappeared in my head told me that the geographical environment and the distribution of animals and plants have changed, so I must first determine the approximate latitude where I am.
Among other things, if you are in the tropics, you can basically die early and be reborn early.
There are too many various epidemic diseases in the tropics, which are a fatal blow to primitive tribes.
In regions with distinct seasons, one is that tropical diseases are not easy to occur, and because of the existence of winter, bacteria will go on winter vacation, and the ground can accumulate humus layers, but it is completely impossible to accumulate humus layers in tropical regions. Fixed agriculture is only Could be a fantasy.
"Perhaps this is equivalent to the Central Plains in the primitive era? It's just that the topography of the mainland has changed, and I don't know where I am... In short, let the tribe develop first, and maybe a few hundred years later we can have a better understanding of geography and hydrology. Intuitive impression. And you must let this tribe develop before you die, otherwise, who knows what identity you will be reincarnated in in the next life, and if you don't have enough points, you will become a buried slave..."
I couldn't help shivering, first of all, I had to make the bow and arrow.With enough food, you are eligible to expand your tribe.Only when you are full can the people in the tribe think about things like philosophy, religion, inventions, and writing.
Survival is always the first need.
He didn't dare to leave the cave too far, and found a straight elm tree that was as thick as a wrist near the cave.
For making bows and arrows, the best tree is yew.It is said that the fiber elasticity of the yew core and the outer ring is different, and it is a natural composite material, but it is not so particular nowadays.
Elm, mulberry and the like can also be used. The simplest one-piece longbow can be made with the most primitive tools.
"That's it."
Picking up a stone from the ground, he struck the root of the tree vigorously. His strength was much stronger than in his previous life, and his fingers were considered nimble, so he quickly cut a gap.
The tree fell to the ground, cut off a section nearly one person tall, peeled off the bark with a stone knife, and prepared some soft tree bark.
After preparing these materials, it was already dark.
Someone in the cave yelled his name loudly, Chen Jian quickly responded with a loud voice, and dragged the trees back to the cave.
After confirming that everyone had returned, the old grandmother called all the adults in the tribe together.
It was the first time for Chen Jian to participate in this kind of tribal democratic meeting, because he had just grown up and had his own say in tribal affairs.
"It's almost time for the fruit to bloom. We have a few more women who have grown up, and a few children who no longer need milk. It's time to find other tribes. When the children are born, it happens to be When the snow melts."
The old grandmother expressed her opinion with years of experience, which is an opportunity and a way for the tribe to grow.
The children of the tribe are generally born when the snow melts. Maybe the old grandmother doesn't know the reason, but just based on experience.
Chen Jian speculates that it may be because babies are born in late winter and early spring, and there are fewer germs, which can reduce infant mortality.
This is what the old grandmother does, to pass on the wisdom that has been passed down through the centuries.
At this time, people don't know why, but the long-term struggle with nature has made people know what it is.
Both men and women will go to this event. Women can certainly bring new population to the tribe, but men also need to leave seeds for other tribes in exchange.
There was no other opinion at the meeting. The old grandmother told everyone that they should try to prepare as much food as possible in the past few days, because other tribes are far away from here.
Chen Jian looked at the cousins around him, all of them were dirty, and women from other tribes were similar.
I have already left the animal nature, and it is still difficult to accept the matter of mating for reproduction.Besides, even if I accept it, it is impossible for the girl I find to come to the tribe with me. After a few years, my head will definitely be green!
Before the development of productivity reaches a certain stage, this marriage custom can ensure that close relatives will not marry, because children need to breastfeed, and fathers obviously do not have this function, and children can only follow their mothers, and may be closer to their uncles.
Now it is a matriarchal society, not a matriarchal society. Women and men have the same right to discuss things.
Women and men, in this day and age are like taxes and fines.
Taxes are stable and may not be much, but collecting wild fruits, seeds, bird eggs, roots and the like can at least ensure the survival of the tribe.
Fines are erratic and may sometimes be staggeringly large and sometimes not at all.Before the advent of bows and arrows, hunting was a matter of luck and danger.
To build a patriarchal society without the ability of men to support their families independently is purely a dream.
With the development of society, when men can cultivate the land alone, women will become men's vassals.After that, women may have to wait a long time if they want to have the same right to speak as they do now.
When women can make money in labor-intensive industries such as textile factories, when men are caught filling trenches and torn apart by machine guns, women will become human again.
A woman undergoes a transformation from a human being, to a matable object, and back to a human being.This change was bought with the blood and sweat of the sweltering factory a thousand years later, not any kind of human conscience or compassion.
Everything in the world, crushed and broken apart, is actually a naked interest, but it always falls into a sad cycle.
In this day and age, want to take a girl out to live alone and own private property?Okay, take your small stone ax and go alone, as for how long you can live, it depends on your luck.Even if we get through it, what if we have children?Can you alone with your stone ax ensure the survival of your wife and nursing child?When you are sick, can your wife be alone to look after the children while hunting and feeding you?If you can't, you can only squat in the tribe obediently and abide by the rules of the times.
If you want not to wear green, you have to develop productivity.
As for the lack of fragrant girls, that's not a problem, they can be cultivated by lolita.No girl makes it herself, anyway, it's not an orangutan covered in black hair, but a human with degenerated body hair.
After thinking about all this clearly, the idea is clear.
When everyone else was asleep, he and Cousin "Wolfskin" kept watch.
Wolfpi is his aunt's son, and the tribe has only a handful of vocabulary, so they can only use these strange names when they want to name people.
After adding a lot of wood to the campfire, Chen Jian broke open the piece of elm with a stone knife, exposing the tough wood core inside, and scraped it as smooth as possible.
Langpi looked at Chen Jian strangely, not knowing what he was doing.
"I'll sleep first, and you wake me up when the star reaches the entrance of the cave."
Wolfpi pointed to a very bright star in the distant sky, Chen Jian couldn't recognize what it was, at least he didn't have an impression in the memory of his previous life.
Soon, the wolf skin was snoring loudly by the campfire.
Chen Jian polished this section of the trunk with stones. It wasn't perfect, but it had already taken shape.
A gap was cut on both sides of the wood with a stone knife, and a section of bark fiber was twisted as a bowstring. The right knee was used as a lever fulcrum, and the bow was sandwiched between the two legs, and the left ankle was hooked to the bow. Bending hard into a crescent shape, the bowstring was hung.
I peeled off the outer bark of a few slender branches, found a few decorative pheasant tail feathers in the cave, and tied them to one end with wood fibers to serve as tail feathers for arrows.
The other end was burned in the fire for a while, and after carbonization, it was easy to rub the pointed end on the ground.
I tried to pull a simple bow, but it was heavy and not very elastic, and it would lose its elasticity or break after a while.
If you want to use it for a long time, you must sleep the bow, keep different curvatures for a long time, and soak it in oil.
But if it's just make do with it, it should be able to use it for a few days, now that it's begging for rice, don't think it's rotten.
Outside the cave, owls could be heard from time to time, but probably because of the bonfire, no ferocious beast dared to approach.
Put away the simple longbow, add some firewood to the fire, finally waited until the star rose to the entrance of the cave, woke up the wolf skin, and fell asleep beside the fire.
Tomorrow, another hunt awaits him.