Chapter 149 Do you want to learn? I'll teach you
In the West Desert, beside a small river.
“Hoo…Hoo…Hoo…”
Huo Meng sat on the ground, gasping for breath. There were two wounds on his body, and he was still bleeding.
Dozens of corpses were lying on the ground, and blood had dyed the dry soil red.
"Chief, take off your fur coat and I will treat your wound."
The Frog Tribe witch squatted beside Huo Meng, helped him untie his animal skin coat, and then sprinkled some gray medicine powder on the wound.
"hiss……"
When the powder came into contact with the wound, there was a brief sharp pain, which made Huo Meng clench his fists and take a breath of cold air.
"Hold on, it will be fine in a moment."
After the frog tribe witch poured the powder, he used a kind of soft peeled bark to wrap the wound to prevent the bleeding from continuing.
The powder was very effective and Huo Meng's body was strong, so the bleeding stopped quickly.
Huo Meng looked towards the riverside and saw a giant black frog lying there with its limbs stiff.
Huo Meng's eyes dimmed. That was the giant frog that had been with him for a long time, but it died today in a battle with other tribes.
When the Frog Tribe migrated, there were more than 500 people, but now, there are only more than 200 people left, and half of them are dead.
Most of the giant frogs that followed them also died, and because they were always migrating, even if they laid eggs, they would stay in the water along the way.
In other words, every time a giant frog dies, there is one less, and there is no way to replenish it for the time being.
"Chief, do we still want to continue the migration?"
The frog tribe witch spoke in a low voice. After all, he was old and had been migrating for a year, so he was very tired.
He even pessimistically believed that he might not live to see the day when the tribe settled down, and would die on the road like other members of the frog tribe.
"move!"
Huo Meng's voice was tired, but still firm, even stubborn.
The Frog Tribe Shaman lowered his head. He really didn't want to go any further. He felt that the environment here was already good, and finding a place to settle down might be a better option than migrating.
But he couldn't refute Huo Meng because the warriors of the Frog Tribe all listened to Huo Meng.
At this time, a cool breeze blew.
Huo Meng said: "Wu, hold on a little longer, we are almost at the Southern Wasteland."
The further south they went, the lower the temperature became, the more rivers and lakes there were, the denser the forests became, and they even encountered several rainfalls.
Huo Meng even captured a few tourists. Although these tourists had never been to the Southern Wilderness, they had heard some things about it.
All this shows that they are getting closer and closer to the Southern Wilderness.
Go to the southern wilderness, and then find a place with abundant water sources to settle down, so that the giant frogs of the tribe can reproduce again and make the frog tribe stronger. This is Huo Meng's belief that has supported him to this day.
The frog tribe witch did not speak. In fact, such conversations had occurred countless times on the road, and Huo Meng had never wavered.
The Frog Tribe Shaman silently healed the wounds of other warriors. This was all he could do now.
After treating all the wounded, Huo Meng and his tribesmen threw all the fallen frog tribe warriors and giant frogs into the river. Then the witch chanted a blessing spell, hoping that their souls could fly to the frog god.
This is the most traditional water burial of the Frog Tribe.
That night, they found a relatively safe place nearby, rested for the night, and replenished their food by hunting and gathering.
The next day, they used the rising sun to determine the direction and continued to move south.
No one knows how long or how far it will take.
Only Huo Meng kept comforting them, saying that they would arrive soon, and described to them the scene of the Frog Tribe growing and becoming stronger after settling in the Southern Wilderness.
Sometimes, Huo Meng would think of the Teng tribe and Jiang Xuan.
Because Jiang Xuan said that if the Frog Tribe could migrate to the Southern Wilderness, they could ask him for help.
But Huo Meng did not place his hopes on Jiang Xuan, because the Southern Wilderness was too large, and even if they migrated to the Southern Wilderness, they might not be able to encounter the Teng Tribe.
In addition, Huo Meng firmly believes in a simple belief: it is better to rely on yourself than on others.
…
Southern Wilderness, Teng Tribe.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”
Old Man Heishi put a hot stone into the water. As a burst of white smoke rose, the stone made a "click" sound and cracks appeared.
Many stones, after being burned for a long time and then soaked in cold water, will naturally crack along the grain, and can then be processed into various stone tools.
If you smash it directly without burning it, it will not only be difficult to break open, but it may also break into pieces and become waste rock.
“Ding ding ding…”
The old man of Black Stone picked up the cooled stone, and then used a stone hammer to continue hitting it along its lines, knocking it into more stone flakes.
“Gulp gulp…”
In the fire pit, the food in the pottery tripod had been cooked and was emitting an enticing aroma, but old man Heishi still processed the stone meticulously.
After he had knocked all the stones into pieces, he finally straightened up, passed a wooden stick through the ears of the three-legged pottery tripod, and then held one end of the stick in each hand and lifted the pottery tripod aside.
The pottery tripod was heated and would not cool down for a while, so the food in it continued to tumble.
Old Man Heishi washed his hands, then took out a ceramic bowl and a pair of chopsticks, scooped a bowl of food, and put it to his mouth to cool it down.
Just then, he saw a boy of about twelve or thirteen walking past the door several times, his eyes fixed on the house.
Old Man Black Stone said, "Come in and see if you want to."
When the young man heard this, a look of joy appeared on his face. He then mustered up the courage to walk into the house. He looked at the large and small stones on the ground, as well as the semi-finished or finished stone tools, his eyes shining.
"call……"
The old man blew on the food in the bowl, then took a sip of soup and asked, "Do you like stone tools?"
"I like it." The young man nodded vigorously.
“Have you ever made stone tools?”
“I did, but not very well.”
"Show me the stone tools you made."
The young man hesitated for a moment, then he mustered up his courage, took out a short stone knife from his animal skin bag, and handed it to the old man Black Stone.
Old Man Black Stone put down the bowl and took the small stone knife. After picking it up, the expression on his face showed some surprise.
This small stone knife is unexpectedly good, it is polished very smoothly and has a sharp edge, but the stone is quite ordinary and is prone to breakage and chipping.
"You did this alone?"
The young man nodded, his face a little nervous, because the person in front of him was the most powerful stone tool master in the tribe.
"good."
The old man Black Stone looked at it for a while, pointed to the middle of the small stone knife, and said, "However, this place has been worn a little too much, so it is easy to break."
The boy lowered his head again, feeling a little at a loss.
The old man returned the small stone knife to him and said calmly: "Don't be discouraged. Compared with other children of your age, you have done very well."
The boy finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Shanwen."
"Shanwen, do you want to learn how to polish stone tools?"
"yes……"
"Come and try it tomorrow, I'll teach you."
Shan Wen raised his head in surprise, thinking he had heard it wrong.
"Why... don't you want to?"
"No... No, I still have work to do tomorrow..."
"It's okay. When you're not working, just come and learn from me. But I have to remind you that learning to polish stone tools is very tiring. It requires patience and perseverance."
Shan Wen said hurriedly: "I'm not afraid of being tired!"
Old Man Black Stone nodded and said, "Go back first and come back tomorrow."
"good."
Shan Wen walked to the door, feeling like he was dreaming. He could actually learn how to polish stone tools from the most powerful stone tool master in the Teng tribe! "Great!"
As he walked, he couldn't help but jump up with joy, and his whole body was in a very excited state.
The old man Heishi in the room also showed a smile on his face.
This young man named Shanwen has been hanging around his door for some time. He must really like polishing stone tools.
What's more, what surprised old man Black Stone was that the boy had a good talent for polishing stone tools.
When it comes to polishing stone tools, interest is very important, because polishing stone tools is a very boring job and it is difficult to persist without interest.
Talent is equally important. People without talent may be able to learn some skills, but it is difficult for them to polish out truly high-quality stone tools.
Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words, just like painting. Even if an untalented person has learned the techniques, the paintings he produces will lack spirituality.
Old Man Heishi was happy that he had found a suitable apprentice. As for how well Shan Wen could be learned, he would have to wait and see.
The next day, after Shanwen had his meal, he took the opportunity to rest and went to old man Heishi's house to learn how to polish stone tools.
He is a member of the breeding team. He usually has to take care of the livestock and do some work such as cleaning the pens and feeding them hay.
Only during the short break after dinner and at night did he have time to study with Old Man Black Stone.
Even so, under the guidance of Old Man Black Stone, he quickly learned many techniques on polishing stone tools and the knowledge of identifying various types of stone.
Even Old Man Heishi had to admit that Shanwen was indeed very talented in polishing stone tools.
…
As time passed, the temperature in the Southern Wilderness became higher and higher, and the cold winter was completely over.
As the temperature rises, the animals in the forest become more active.
Just as active as the animals are the migrating tribes of the Western Wilderness.
In early February, a medium-sized tribe of more than 5,000 people migrated from the Western Wilderness and entered the Southern Wilderness.
This tribe is called the Raptor Tribe.
A raptor is a flightless bird of prey.
They are very strong, about two meters tall, and their long legs can carry a person and run very fast in the forest.
At the same time, they have hard and sharp beaks with great power, which can easily peck a hole in the skull of ordinary prey.
It is precisely relying on this ferocious bird of prey that the Raptor Tribe has been able to become a medium-sized tribe and dominate the mountains and forests.
However, with the great changes in the Western Wilds, earthquakes also occurred in the place where the Raptor Tribe used to live, and it was impacted by tribes that migrated from deeper in the Western Wilds.
In order to survive better, the Raptor Tribe had no choice but to migrate to the Southern Wilderness, becoming the first medium-sized tribe to enter the Southern Wilderness.
However, a medium-sized tribe needs to occupy a wide territory and a good location.
Will the tribes in the Southern Wilderness be willing to have their living space squeezed?
The answer is no.
A new storm is coming.
Congratulations to the book friend “Southeast Wind Level 18” for becoming the helmsman of this book.
Thanks to the helmsman "Southeast Wind Eighteen Levels" for the reward of 5,000 book coins.
Thanks to the book friend "Everything depends on fate" for the reward.
Thanks to the book friend "Perfect Life" for the reward.
(End of this chapter)
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