Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The person who can come and teach will naturally not be an idiot who knows only one to ten years old. Besides, such an old hunter, even if he doesn't know much else, is absolutely capable of counting. This is the knowledge that must be known for going out hunting. Fighting between the hunting team and the hunting team is no shortage of numbers.

Knowing that these children in the cave are almost proficient in counting within one to thirty years, the old hunter, in addition to being surprisingly surprised, has a bit of joy and comfort. He loves to teach, unfortunately in the mountains, where children don't have to teach at all.

Rarely, the old hunter has taught quite well today.

More can be learned, and the noisy holes are quiet, no more noise, the kids are listening with their ears up. Shao Xuan mainly looks at the tribal texts, and these children learn more. As for the most boring part of the cave, it is probably only Caesar who sleeps on the grass mat.

When the old hunter left, he didn't teach as much as he wanted. He came here a couple of times a winter in previous years, and now he teaches well. Even if he wanted to come more often, he wouldn't be able to go down every day. After considering it, the old hunter left the animal hide in his hand, not the first one to be taken out, but a bigger animal hide with more numbers and text recorded, let Shao Xuan keep it. If you want to see it, go to Shao Xuan.

The vents on this side of the hole have been blocked with thatched grass and no light has come in. After winter, the hole is like day and night, and the hole cannot be lit all day. Firewood was stored in the cave, and soldiers moved in the previous two days, but could not afford to burn all day.

Shao Xuan looked at the fire heap and thought, if the holes are brighter, anything will be convenient.

Caesar lay down next to Shao Xuan and ate raw fish, which he did not like to eat.

Those delicate teeth left behind from eating fish in the hole are not good for other tools, they are too small, they cannot go out hunting, they cannot use hunting tools. Shao Xuan made several brushes, brushed Caesar's hair and combed himself.

There are combs in the tribe, but the children in the cave are not very interested in combs, and the image problem is simply not as important as the food problem. Tribes, both men and women, have long hair and short hair. If they don't like long hair, they cut it short with a knife, but there's no one on the side of the hole to cut the hair for the children, and a beard to distribute it.

Slightly larger fish teeth were grabbed by the children in the cave to make the necklace.

Decorate with horns or teeth that are more species specific, which is the way people in a tribe show off their hunting abilities. Some warriors give this ornament to their beloved girls for delight, and women climb higher than who wears the necklace. The more ferocious the birds with feathers inserted in their heads, the more powerful the prey is made to decorate, the more they are envied by the tribesmen.

Children naturally compare. Most of the necklaces worn by children in nearby mountain foot areas are made from the horns, teeth, or some part of the skeleton of the prey when the elders go out hunting. Many of the children in the cave have long lost their parents, and no one sends them such ornaments. Every time they go to the tribe, they envy other children with ornaments, often fighting with other children of the tribe for this reason.

But now they can make necklaces out of their own prey teeth, can't they be happy? Now they have a necklace too, no need for those kids to wear the difference! These kids love fish so much, it's also about the fish tooth necklace.

Shao Xuan didn't rob them of their teeth. The bigger ones suitable for making necklaces were given to other children. Stumbled to visit his sister with a fish tooth, bigger than the ones he had himself.

It's not easy.

As Shao Xuan pondered how to improve the situation in the cave, the children in the cave were not so tangled up. Except for sleeping, he sat by the fire to share a few experiences every day. And Moore practiced knife every day. He knew more words than any other child in the hole. He practiced knife in the corner every day when the fire was lit, threw a stone into the air, and waved the knife to cut it off. After all, there was no night swallow for him to practice.

After eating, the children in the cave slept one by one. The wood in the fire was about to burn out. Shao Xuan added a piece of wood to the cave and waited for the end of the wood to burn before taking the burning wood and walking deep into the cave.

The day he looked deep in the cave, he found a stone room full of debris. The stone room was very messy. The stone pot used by the children in the cave was also turned from there. Except for the stone pot, Shao Xuan did not take a closer look at it. If you're free today, grab the torch and go over there and see if you can flip out something useful.

Although the vents in the sleeping areas are blocked, there are still stitches and small openings deep inside the hole that allow you to feel a hint of cold wind blowing in as you continue to walk deeper.

Fortunately, the wind is not big and the flame just beats a few times and won't blow out.

Shao Xuan wrapped himself in a leather coat and continued to walk in according to his memory. Caesar followed closely.

There are plenty of stone chambers deep in the hole, distributed like branches, and the stone chamber where the debris is piled is counted down to the right, quite large.

The vents in the stone room were blocked. Shao Xuan took the torch and looked at the clutter. Some of the items were used before, and then probably the kids in the cave were too lazy to use them anymore, just waiting for the tribe to distribute the food, and all the tools and debris were piled up here and dusted.

In addition to a few stone stools, there is also something to erect a stone pot, Shao Xuan is not interested.

After a while, Shao Xuan's gaze fell on a disc, stone disc, flat bottom, edges a finger high.

Something to eat? What are you gonna do with this with a pot?

Put the stone tray aside, continue to look at the others, flip over, Shao Xuan made a move and looked back at the stone tray thrown aside. Weighed a little roughly with his hand, then raised the torch and looked at the blocked vent.

Many of the vents in the stone hole are relatively large, allowing both ventilation and light transmission.

Shao Xuan's gaze looked back and forth between the blocked vent and the stone tray, then lifted the tray and returned along the way.

Firewood was added to burn the fire a little. Snow was taken from the thick snow layer of the hole and placed in a stone pot. Shao Xuan placed the stone plate outside the grass curtain of the hole and poured the burnt snow water into it. Later, Shao Xuan went back and found that the water had frozen.

Drag the tray into the hole, burn the edge of the lower tray with fire, and then reverse the tray, where pie-shaped ice is poured out.

Several sleepless children looked at Shao Xuan back and forth, all curious, wrapped in blankets and afraid to stand idly, all stretched their necks to look at Shao Xuan's side, the fire was not bright, they could not see what Shao Xuan was doing.

It was too cold directly with his hands. Shao Xuan wrapped the ice in the skin of the animal. He stepped on a stone with the ice and let his stubble pull out all the thatch blocked in this vent.

Nothing is blocked, the cold wind outside is pouring in, the child in the ice hole is a spiritual, the feeling of Shao Xuan standing in the vent is even stronger, the face feels wooden. Hurry up with the stutter and push the ice towards the vent.

As Shao Xuan predicted, the ice is about the same size as the vent, just a little smaller, and this just makes him push the ice into the vent.

Shao Xuan didn't understand why there was still a dent in the vent, now he knows, it was used to catch the ice. There are also a few gaps, just plug them directly with thatch.

When the ice packs, the cold wind doesn't blow in anymore, but the light shines through the ice into the hole. There is no blazing sunshine here in the winter, but there is still light outside during the day.

In Shao Xuan's view, this kind of light transmission is still not very satisfactory, and the design has a number of flaws, but it has been satisfactory for these children.

One big mouth, staring at the bright vent, staring at each other like a fool.

Turns out, winter can also be bright.

Shao Xuan only installed one, and let others do the rest. This time, there are many self-proclaimed and courageous people. The lazy guy just came around the blanket.

Instructing them to do another piece of ice installed in a vent, Shao Xuan asked them to continue on their own. Each child was reluctant to test it with his own hands. Shao Xuan decided whether to do it as a group or not, and the five of them loaded one together. Too high, they solve it in a stacked way.

Shao Xuan told them to be careful not to break it when using it. I don't know how long these stone plates have been stored here, at least they have definitely not been used in recent years.

Look, there's no problem. Shao Xuan took the torch back to the stone room of the pile of clutter, turned it over, and turned it over to four discs. One worked, and the other three broke.

Take out the second disc and make a vent where the ice is mounted in the stone room where the debris is stored. This time, Shao Xuan will be able to see the situation in the stone room without the need for fire.

The kids over there are busy making ice, and Shao Xuan keeps flipping here to see if there's anything else that works.

During the flip, Shao Xuan's arm rubbed over the stone wall and found the powder crumbling off the stone wall.

Shao Xuan was confused. The stone walls elsewhere in the cave were not like this. He looked over carefully and found that the stone wall surface of this stone room covered a layer of things, like being treated with stone powder and brushed up.

He saw tribes brushing wood insect repellent with this similar method, but this is just a cave, why do you brush stone walls with this method? And, in that case, it's old enough.

The years that have just been brushed must have been covered tightly, but it has been a long time since the tribe lived in the cave, and the powder covering the stone walls has long loosened, and some places have begun to fall, and with a touch of hand, a lot can be erased.

Take out the stone knife and scrape, erase the stone powder on the wall, through the penetrating light, Shao Xuan saw, on the clean stone wall, this place, engraved some pattern.

A woman holds the can, wide and wide in size, with a tapered bottom and a patterned jar. Shao Xuan did not see anyone in the tribe using such stone canisters, and the tribesmen were always pragmatic, not beautiful.

Maybe that's what happens to people who live in the mountains. Shao Xuan wants to.

Wipe out another spot, and the stone walls are engraved with more than a dozen warriors holding bows and arrows to chase their prey.

Shao Xuan remembers that Langa told him that very few people in the tribe use bows because there is no good material to make bows that can withstand the strength of the Totem warriors' arms. All that is now made is to set traps and drive out prey to assist in hunting, not for the Totem warriors. But these pictures on the stone wall, every soldier, hands on a big bow!

Shao Xuan took the knife and intended to scrape off more stone powder. Look at the other covered paintings on the stone wall. Think about it. Put down the knife. Shao Xuan took the water and wiped the stone wall carefully with the skin of the animal. He thought the painting on the stone wall of this stone room might tell him a lot of interesting things.