Chapter 2: Leader, Soldier
Luo Chong wants to store food, so he needs tools. However, looking at the entire tribe, it is so poor that it has nothing. The adult tribesmen need to go out to collect food, so tools, animal skins and other resources are given priority. The teenagers who are just ten years old like Luo Chong are still naked.
At night, all the children can only squeeze into a big haystack to keep warm, burying their whole bodies in the grass, but they can't get too close to the fire pit, otherwise they may not wake up.
In this tribe, if you want to get priority in material distribution, you usually have to be twelve or thirteen years old and grow to an adult of about 1.6 meters. The standard for this height is the broken wooden cane of the elders.
Now that he is still a minor and has no resources, Luo Chong can only think about what method can be used to get food in the simplest and most efficient way so that he will not have to follow them to chew tree roots in the next few days.
Just as Luo Chong was thinking, at the edge of the jungle in the distance, a bearded leader with a green feather crown, accompanied by two big men wrapped in animal skins, walked towards the cave with a bloody dead mountain cat, laughing as they walked. It was a feline that looked like a cat and a leopard, probably an early lynx. Luo Chong didn't recognize it either. It didn't look big, and it should have more than ten pounds of meat.
These stupid old men were so easy to satisfy. They would be happy for a long time after killing a mountain cat. At the speed they were collecting food, it was unknown how many people would starve to death this winter.
The leader walked to the entrance of the cave and handed the dead cat to a woman who stayed in the cave, asking her to peel the food, cut the meat and air dry it, and then turned around and stared at Luo Chong's ankle.
The wound that had been sterilized by high temperature had dried up, and there was a little redness and swelling around it, which was a sign of inflammation.
Seeing that Luo Chong looked fine, the leader smiled and handed a grass in his hand to Luo Chong, asking him to chew the grass and apply it on the wound.
Luo Chong was stunned at the time, not because of anything else, but because the leader handed him a dandelion. How did he know that applying dandelions externally could reduce inflammation? It seemed that he had underestimated the wisdom of these primitive people.
You should know that this simple treatment method was also learned by Luo Chong when he was learning to survive in the wild in the army. Ordinary people only knew that dandelions could be eaten and were a wild vegetable, but not many people knew about its other effects and uses.
Luo Chong, who got the dandelion, was overjoyed. He quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and applied it to the wound. No matter how effective it was, it was better to have medicine than not. Luo Chong didn't want to give up treatment now. He felt that he was still worth rescuing.
The leader was very happy to see Luo Chong obediently do as he was told. This kid really surprised him. Yesterday, he thought that this kid might not survive, but he didn't expect to give him another surprise today.
But how could he know that another strange soul had already moved into this familiar body.
After the leader arranged everyone's work, he turned around and left. They still had to hurry up to collect food. After all, time waits for no one.
Luo Chong was also in a hurry. He also needed to store food for the winter. The meat that was easier to get now should be fish, but the people of this tribe did not eat fish.
In fact, there was a small river less than a thousand meters away from the cave, about eight or nine meters wide, which was also the source of water for the tribe's daily use. However, they were all afraid of water. After all, they could not swim, and several people had drowned before, so they had never thought of getting food from the water.
Moreover, they did not have tools for fishing. The tools they usually used for hunting were sticks, bone sticks, or stones, stone knives, that is, sharpened stone flakes. They did not even have a spear, let alone a harpoon, so there was a reason why they had never eaten fish.
Luo Chong was now thinking about how to fish. Tools did not exist. He only had the stone knife used to cut the wound and a three or four meter long snake skin in his hand. It was the snake that bit his leg yesterday. It was the poisonous snake that bit the original owner of this body to death, otherwise Luo Chong would not have traveled to him.
Last night, everyone ate the snake, and the snake skin was left to Luo Chong. The skin was so thin that it couldn't be used to make clothes, so the leader generously gave it to Luo Chong as a consolation for his snake bite.
"I'm so poor that I have nothing. I agreed to start with a dog, and I have to pick up all the equipment. It's okay if I don't have a dog, but just tell me where to pick up the equipment."
Luo Chong cursed inwardly, stood up, wrapped the snake skin around his buttocks, made it into a triangular loincloth, tied the two ends around his waist, and set out to pick up equipment.
His plan for fishing was to make a basket to catch fish. After all, according to the size of the river and the primitive ecological environment, no one had ever fished there, so there should be a lot of fish in it.
Bamboo or rattan can be used to make baskets. Bamboo is not available here, but rattan is very common. There are some in some bushes or trees.
It is autumn now, and the rattan is half dry, which is the most suitable for weaving things. The fresh rattan in summer has a lot of water and is too soft, while the dry rattan in winter is too brittle and will break if bent. If you want to weave things, you have to use fire to bend them. Now is the right season.
Luo Chong pulled a large bundle of rattan from the bushes near the cave and returned to the cave entrance to start his basket weaving career. Several friends surrounded him, looking at him curiously, and they couldn't speak a word. There were also several pregnant women watching the house near the cave, shouting to the children not to run away, and occasionally looking at Luo Chong. They were also very curious about what Luo Chong made.
There were also some older children pulling weeds, and then put them on the open space at the entrance of the cave to dry. This is their bed and quilt in winter.
This tribe has a language, but it is not very long, and the vocabulary is very small. There are many things that cannot be expressed in words. They can only talk and gesture to communicate with each other, and the listeners can only guess and guess, which is very inconvenient.
Luo Chong did not explain to them. Even if he explained, they would not understand. The vines in his hands kept changing. Several vines used as warps were crossed in the middle, and another vine was used as a weft to cross and pass through the warps in turn. The gaps were relatively large. After all, it was used to catch fish. It was useless to weave so densely. As long as the fish could not escape, it would be fine.
At this time, there was a sudden shouting in the distance, and the sound of something running. Several women thought it was a wild animal coming, and hurriedly shouted to the children to go back to the cave.
The children all went into the cave, and the women pulled Luo Chong into the cave. Adults and children were curious and stretched their heads to look outside.
Following the direction of the shouting, I saw the edge of the jungle west of the cave. The bearded leader and two adult men were holding a huge bird egg, which was as big as a basketball, and they were running and shouting. With a few ear-piercing screams, a
moa
more than three meters tall rushed out of the woods and ran after the leader.
"Fuck, you really want to die. You even dare to steal the eggs of the moa. You want the eggs but not your life. Why don't you throw the eggs away?" Luo Chong shouted in surprise, but unfortunately no one could understand.
The leader did not give up the bird's egg in his hand, and the moa did not give up the leader. Just now in the jungle, the two sides could still keep some distance. Now that they are out of the jungle and on the open grassland, how can a person run faster than the moa? The huge bird's beak, more than half a meter long, pecked down fiercely, and the leader's head was split open like a rotten watermelon.
The headless body rushed forward a few meters by inertia, and then fell to the ground. The bird's egg in his arms was also smashed, and the egg liquid mixed with blood and brain matter, red, white and yellow, was scattered all over the ground.
The leader, dead.
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