The reason they wanted to open up new land was because their tribe encountered a population bottleneck.
With the current productivity, it can only support 500 dog-men.
No matter how much, once winter comes, the reserves will not be enough.
They were still in the fishing and hunting era at that time. Although the entire mountain was rich in resources, once winter came, everything withered and surviving the winter became a huge problem.
The solution proposed by the tribe was to open up new land, find more areas with abundant resources, and collect more reserve grain and meat.
The eldest son of the High Priest of the Nest God was named Jiang.
He followed the High Priest of the Nest God before his rise to power. Although he is not as good at debate as the High Priest, he is naturally curious.
He discovered that this spicy plant condiment not only can remove fishy smell, but also makes people who eat it regularly healthier. He named this plant ginger.
Jiang said: "I failed in my exploration of new land. I didn't find a suitable place."
The high priest frowned slightly and looked at his second son.
The second son was named Cang. He was the second son born after the high priest captured Suihuo. He was considered a mediocre person by the tribe, with neither obvious talent for debate nor leadership ability, so he was assigned to work in the warehouse, responsible for managing the warehouse under the tree built by Youchao.
Managing a warehouse does not require any special talents, just a sufficient sense of responsibility.
After all, the warehouse involves a lot of winter supplies that have been stored in advance, many of which will become moldy and smelly if not properly preserved. It is necessary to follow certain strict steps to ventilate and dust regularly to avoid moisture.
At this time, they have discovered the importance of drying to the preservation of materials.
And it just so happens that Cang has such a rigidity and stubbornness in fulfilling his duties.
Cang said: "There is nothing worth reporting about my recent work. Although I have to explore new areas, I basically don't have the free time to do so. Every day I am trying to find ways to prevent the warehouse from becoming more humid."
The high priest did expect that there would be no gain from this warehouse.
But this is every day trying to find a way to prevent the warehouse from getting more humid?
Why bother?
"Why is the warehouse getting more humid every day? It's not the rainy season anymore, is it?"
asked the high priest.
Cang said: "I don't know. I only know that every day when I pass by, I can see the wall becomes wet, and the food near the wall grows white hair."
The third son, Chai, said, "Well, how about we use the cleaned charcoal to remove the moisture?"
The high priest nodded: "But try it, Chai, go and help your second brother."
With the help of Chai, the humidity problem in the warehouse was alleviated to a certain extent.
Not only that, Chai also discovered that although food close to the charcoal became drier, it was less likely to grow white hair.
In response, when Chai was planning to expand the experiment, he was rejected by Cang.
Cang said, "Winter is coming, and the humidity problem here has been alleviated. If we use all our firewood to bake, there won't be enough for people to keep warm. After all, logging in winter is much more difficult. And most importantly, if the warehouse is accidentally burned here, at least two or three hundred people in our tribe will die this winter."
Chai was surprised. He didn't expect his second brother to be so thoughtful.
"Second brother, people in the tribe usually say that you are a mediocre person. Now I feel that those people in the tribe really don't know what's good for them. Their eyes are like blinded monkeys, they can only jump up and down and comment on right and wrong."
Chai sincerely felt sorry for his second brother.
Cang shook his head and said, "I am indeed mediocre. I am not as sharp as my elder brother, nor as smart as you, my third brother. I only know how to do mediocre things like this day after day."
Therefore, the firewood drying experiment was temporarily stopped.
In the blink of an eye, the difficult winter passed.
Among the five hundred people, about twenty old and young people died of cold. The tribe held a simple farewell ceremony, buried the bodies on the mountain, and then began the spring gathering and hunting work.
The eldest son Jiang led fifty young and strong men to the east and continued to open up the land.
The second son Cang and the third son Chai agreed to continue the drying experiment.
So, Cang led ten young men, and another ten young men led by Chai, and set off into the depths of the mountains.
Their goal is to collect materials from the mountains at close range and conduct drying experiments.
Because the food stored in the warehouse had been eaten up, there was a lack of food for the experiment.
Three days later, Cang and Chai's team returned to the tribe dragging the corpse of a creature that looked like a giant chicken with colorful feathers, which was seven or eight meters tall, attracting a crowd of onlookers.
In the tribe, the strong women and children came one after another and praised loudly.
That passionate look made the young and strong people in the team hold their heads high and look very excited.
The high priest came over with a cane.
"Children, it seems that the Nest God has blessed you. You were able to survive such a large creature and successfully hunt."
Chai said: "It is indeed the blessing of the Nest God. We were all terrified when we saw the giant chicken. We didn't expect there would be such a terrifying creature deep in the mountains. But when we were about to be swallowed by the giant chicken, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the blue sky and killed the giant chicken."
Chai's words aroused a frenzy among the tribesmen, who kept thanking the Nest God.
This was the first time they had hunted such a huge creature since the establishment of the tribe.
Their weapons are only passable, and their bodies are generally less than one meter in height, so their strength is not particularly great.
Therefore, their hunting targets are generally palm-sized rodents and rabbits.
The person who took action was naturally Li Yi.
He had originally decided not to take action.
But considering that Chai and Cang are related to the key issue of Youchao tribe's food storage, their death at this time will undoubtedly cause the solution they have just discovered to fail in the womb, and it is unknown how long it will take to find another solution.
So, at the last moment before they died, Li Yi still took action and sent out a thunderbolt, killing the giant chicken.
Next, the Youchao tribe began the work of cutting the giant chicken.
"Oh my god, what hard feathers."
"No, it's beautiful feathers with such rich colors."
"No, you can't deny it's pretty, but this is harder!"
"Such beautiful feathers should be used to decorate the statue of the Nest God. Only he is worthy of such a beautiful decoration."
"No, I think this feather can be used as a weapon to better arm the man."
The women and children quarreled over what to do with the plucked feathers.
The one who advocated decorating the Nest God was Zhi, the fourth daughter of the high priest.
She grew up in an environment of faith in the Nest God, and witnessed with her own eyes how her father used supreme divine arts to solve various difficult problems.
Therefore, the belief in the Nest God is the most steadfast.
The one who advocated using men as weapons was Jiang's wife Luo. She was originally the third wife of Shi Yan of the Suihuo clan. She was young and beautiful. After being captured, it was natural for her to be taken away by Jiang.
Of course, this was also because the high priest was picky. He preferred those with bigger buttocks. Although Snail was beautiful, she was more like a warrior and full of energy. The high priest was already a little older at that time and believed that he could not subdue Snail.
On the contrary, Jiang was full of confidence and wanted to take Luo away.
And Luo, relying on her identity as Jiang's wife and her personal warlike and brave character, became the most successful member of the Suihuo clan among the Youchao clan.
Instead, Shi Yan, the genius who first discovered the method of making flint, has been executed.
Originally, Shi Yan was used as a laborer, and the high priest did not punish him, but used him as a slave.
But Shi Yan was unwilling to be enslaved, and planned a rebellion two years ago. He was caught by the high priest and beheaded in public.
As a result, the remaining dog people of the Suihuo clan were completely integrated into the Youchao clan.
Because for a tribe, as long as the leader dies, the original cohesion will be greatly dissipated.
In many cases, the reason why a tribe can survive successfully is because of the existence of a leader.
Given the current laxity shown by the dog people, if there is no leader, they will soon fall into a situation of disunity, separation, and ultimately being unable to survive on their own.
During the quarrel, Cang came over and said, "You don't have to fight anymore. I have a use for these feathers. If you want them, you can only wait until I use them up."
Faced with his second brother's remarks, although Zhi had some ideas, he still kept silent.
Because Zhi was raised by several older brothers since she was a child, she respects them very much.
And although Cang's reputation is not prominent, Zhi will not refute him casually because of this.
Under the guidance of the high priest, the four siblings got along harmoniously.
On the contrary, Jiang's wife Luo was unwilling and said:
"Why do you want to keep such good weapon material for yourself?"
Cang said: "Weapons can be made from the bones of giant chickens. Although the feathers are hard, the process of making weapons with them is very complicated. Now that you have taken them, how are you going to make the weapons?"
Luo said loudly: "Even if the process is complicated, it can definitely be a sharp cutting tool! With so many sharp tools, it will be much more convenient whether it is cutting meat or making more weapons."
Cang said, "Well, let me give you some of these feathers. Show me your finished product in ten days. If it's good, I'll give you some more. If it's not, I'll use it. After all, this giant chicken was found by Chai, and Chai has promised me that all these feathers belong to me, and I only need a small portion of the meat."
Chai said: "Yes, that's exactly what I discussed with my second brother."
Although Luo was eager to try and wanted to use these feathers to create something, he stopped arguing when he saw that Chai, Cang and Zhi had no objection.
"Okay, then I'll need at least twenty."
"Can."
A giant chicken that is seven or eight meters tall can be shared among many dog people if it is cut carefully.
However, Cang and Chai wanted to use the meat of the giant chicken for experiments, so they kept a portion equivalent to that of a small cow, cut it into vertical strips, and roasted it over a fire until it was dry.
Their weapons had not yet been sharpened to a particularly sharp edge, and it took a lot of time to cut the giant chicken.
Twenty black feathers were given to Snail.
In addition, the two brothers also need to confirm to what extent the meat food needs to be dried so that it can be preserved for a long time in a humid environment.
Also, determine how long the dried meat can be kept.
This problem is critical and must be solved. Then most of the food storage problems for the winter can be solved.
Inside the warehouse, the two brothers began to set up the specific fire-warming area.
Chai said, "Second brother, tell me honestly what are you going to do with these feathers?"
Cang said: "Don't you realize that now we can only express a lot of our experience and knowledge with our mouths, but cannot record it in other ways?"
Chai shook his head: "What's so strange about this? We dog people are naturally good at verbal debates. Is there anything more advantageous than the tongue to pass on experience?"
Cang said: "I am a bit stupid, and sometimes I miss some words when I listen to you talk. So I often wonder if there is something that can replace speaking."
Chai fell into thought: "Instead of speaking? Is it the eyes? Look at other people's eyes and faces? Hey, this is also my strong point. When I see a person's face, I know whether he is happy or unhappy. Just like just now, although Sister Luo got twenty feathers from you, she was obviously still unhappy."
Cang said, "Don't worry about her. Luo Sao is just like that. She is naturally aggressive and must fight for something. Only my brother can tolerate her. If it were me, I would definitely teach her a lesson."
Chai laughed and said, "Haha, I didn't expect that you, second brother, are so easy to talk to on the surface, but you actually think this way. I thought you respected her very much."
Cang's face turned red and he said, "I respect her fighting ability, but I don't respect her character. These are two different things. If she can't fight, it will definitely not work if she provokes me with her character."
Chai said, "By the way, second brother, you haven't told me how you plan to use this feather to replace speech?"
Cang said: "Dry it first and pull out the finer cilia."
Chai was very curious. He was setting up the fire area while watching the warehouse operations.
I saw Cang slowly pluck out all the feathers, leaving only those cilia that were about 20 to 30 centimeters long, thin and hard.
Cang piled up these cilia and gradually formed a small hill.
I saw three red cilia and two green cilia taken out of the warehouse. The three on top were red cilia, arranged radially, while the two green cilia on the bottom were placed smoothly.
"Look, what does this mean?"
After the warehouse was put away, he looked at the firewood excitedly.
Chai was a little confused. He frowned and observed for a few seconds. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he said, "What does this mean? Fire?"
Cang laughed and said, "Chai, you are really smart, but it doesn't just mean this, it means burning the forest."
"oh!"
Chai suddenly realized: "Red cilia represent fire, and green cilia represent mountains and forests, right?"
He understood Cang's thinking.
Cang took out a few more black and white cilia and arranged them into the shape of a stickman bending forward, with the horizontal bar in the middle interspersed with black and white hairs.
When Chai saw the image, he immediately understood, pointed to the ground, and laughed: "This is a horse with black and white stripes!"
The two of them used cilia of various colors to form various shapes while guessing each other's intentions.
In the process of seeking a more suitable way to store food, surprisingly, the initial writing gradually took shape.
Li Yi, who was observing this scene from afar, was suddenly shocked and realized that a small part of the law of creation had suddenly been perfected.
"Interesting. The tribe has realized the magic of writing, which has promoted the perfection of the laws of creation of my universe?"
"And this kind of colored text is the first time I've seen it." (End of this chapter)
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