Where there are many herbivores, what else is there
Grass
Grass is plentiful, but just as much are carnivores, and other tribes of hominids.
Yan Mo felt that the request he made was very simple, but Lie had an expression of resignation that "I knew it would not be easy".
"The largest Fengwei Grassland nearby is three days away from us. It is a common hunting ground for several tribes. Every time we go there, although the harvest will be great, we must go to a team of at least a hundred people. This is the place before winter. Over time, more people will go there." Lie clenched his fists.
Yan Mo thought of the thousand-man army.
"If we have to go there, we have to be more careful." When I said this, Lie had already hugged me and would definitely not come back, as long as one of them escaped and reported the news, it would be good.
Seeing everyone's serious expressions, Yan Mo said with an absent-minded expression: "It doesn't have to be there, it's fine if there are larger populations nearby. I don't want to hunt them, but follow them."
"Follow them? Can you find salt by following those herbivores?" Bing asked immediately.
Yan Mo didn't nod or shake his head, maintaining a proper mystery. He doesn't have the ability to search for mines, so he can only find a way from some common sense he knows. He remembered that the ancient humans in the original world relied entirely on the flesh and blood of animals to supplement salt at the beginning. Later, the primitive people living by the sea probably discovered salt first, while the inland people occasionally discovered that herbivores would lick their salt. Lick some rocks and soil and thus also find salt.
So, he decided to follow suit.
Anyway, he couldn't think of a better way, so he could only give it a try.
According to some clues and guesses in the boy's memory, he even speculated that the priests of the Yanshan tribe probably found Yanshan by tracking and observing herbivores.
Seeing Yan Mo's refusal to answer, everyone didn't find it strange. Priests are always mysterious. This ability to find salt through herbivores must be one of the inheritance of Yanshan priests. It's strange that the young man is willing to talk about it.
Yuan Zhan stood up, as if he was looking for a landmark, and finally he pointed in a certain direction and said: "If you don't go to Fengwei Grassland, start from us and go southeast. It's about a day's journey. There is a smaller 羬 there. flock."
"Southeast?" Lie also got up and looked over, "I remember that there is a large group of stingers living there. Where are we really going?"
"It's better than a few of us rushing into the Phoenix-tailed Grassland." Yuan Zhan said calmly, "It's the last hunting period before winter, and all the big tribes in the vicinity are concentrated there, and most of the powerful beasts in the grassland are guarding there." There, if we are accidentally discovered, we will either be killed and eaten by wild beasts, or captured or killed by other tribes."
"The stinger group is not easy to deal with. Although they are few in number, the stingers they throw out are hard to defend against, and they can't even speak to us. It's useless to say anything to them. The chief has always wanted to kill them all. I am worried that many tribal fighters will be lost, and those wildlings have no intention of harassing the nearby tribes for the time being."
Savage? Hearing primitive people say that others are savages, it feels so simple! Yan Mo was immediately interested in the group of Stingers. If they were a group of people who had just started to think, maybe they would be easier to fool than people from Yuanji tribe? It's just that the language barrier may cause a lot of trouble.
"As long as we act carefully and don't snatch the flock of sheep, those stingers will not dare to provoke us easily. The stingers on their bodies are not inexhaustible, and they will die if they use too many stingers."
Yan Mo didn't quite understand the second half of Yuan Zhan's sentence. Why do the stingers die when they use too much stinger? Is it because the poison needle is too toxic, even if there is too much direct skin contact and for a long time, the toxin will enter the body
Yan Mo was even more itchy, wishing he could get some stingers from the stingers to have a look right away—if an antidote could be developed for their toxicity, it would be a sharp weapon for self-defense and life-saving.
"Okay, then go there. The sun is about to set, we have to find a place to spend the night quickly, go to the southeast... the nearest place to stay is still far away, we have to hurry!" Lie looked up at the position of the sun , Call everyone to leave immediately.
Everyone stood up one after another, no one said much, they picked up their luggage and left. Because of the quicksand incident, they spent a long time here, and now the sun has dropped to a position two people high from the top of Mount Hasa.
There was nothing to say along the way, everyone just buried their heads on the road, passed by a water source and drank some water in a hurry, Yan Mo wanted to check the nearby plants and didn't have time, so Yuan Zhan urged him to go on the road. At this time, Yan Mo hadn't realized how dangerous it would be to go deep into the grassland.
Finally, when Hongxia appeared in the sky, the group arrived at the place where Lie had said they would stay. This place is far away from the water source, backed by a small mound, and there are many fire pits or bones left on the ground. It must be one of the daily camps where the warriors of the original tribe came out to hunt.
Before it was completely dark, Yuan Zhan handed the boy over to Cao Ding to take care of him. Together with Bing, Diao and Shan, the four left with wooden spears to hunt.
Lie took out two flints, put a handful of hay in the fire pit, and handed the two stones to Mosquito.
Mosquito held two stones on top of the dry grass and beat each other for a long time, but there were not enough sparks to ignite the dry grass below. It really took a long time, and people tried it in the middle, but until Yuan Zhan and Bing returned with the prey they had processed at the water source, the fire still didn't start.
Finally, Lie announced: "Vulcan is in a bad mood tonight, everyone squeeze together and get some sleep."
ha? ! Yan Mo stared at Lie in disbelief, could this be the reason why you don't light fires in the wild? Because starting a fire is all about luck
"It's better if you don't make a fire, so as not to be caught by the smell of wild animals. It's cold at night, everyone sleeps together." Diao had a normal expression on this kind of thing, and didn't care at all.
When Yuan Zhan mentioned this last time, he wanted to refute it. This time it was about his own safety and camping comfort. Yan Mo couldn't help it anymore and said: "Beasts are afraid of fire. If we have a fire, Even if you really grill anything, you don’t have to worry about them daring to rush over. And lighting a fire can also drive away mosquitoes, and sleeping next to the fire pit at night is also warm, which has a lot of benefits.”
"The fire must be able to ignite, and this is not in the tribe. There are long-term preserved fire in the tribe, and you can get it if you need it." Meng said helplessly.
Do you dare to say that you can recruit less beasts without fire, is it all a kind of self-comfort because of the difficulty of fire
Thinking about it, it’s no wonder that the warriors are so embarrassed. The ancient humans in his original world did not like to travel long distances for a long time. Generally, hunting and gathering will be near the door of the house, and they will rarely stay in the wild overnight. Even at night, the fire scythe, flint and tinder can be used to make fire in the wild, so more people dare to travel far.
People in the Yuanji tribe dared to leave their homes, probably relying on the number of people to build their courage, and when there are more people, the matter of lighting the fire can be handed over to the slaves, let them try one by one, as long as one of them succeeds, then there is no need to worry about the use of fire .
But if there are few people and few tools, it becomes a big problem to start a fire, such as now. It was getting dark, and no one wanted to waste time and effort on making a fire. They just wanted to fill their stomachs early and go to bed.
Yan Mo scratched his scalp, there must be lice in his hair.
It is not impossible to use stones to start a fire, but if you want to have a good effect, it also depends on the texture of the stones, such as pyrite ores, phosphorus-containing copper-containing ores, and flint.
In addition to stones, the only way he can think of to make fire now is to drill wood to make fire, but it seems simple, but it also has certain requirements for tools. It is so late and it is dark. I want to find Suitable dry planks, hard branches, and flammable tinder are also not easy, and if you want to drill fire quickly, it is best to make a bow with strings.
"Can you show me those two stones?" Yan Mo asked.
Lie didn't care, and threw the stone at him directly. There are many such stones in the back of the mountain.
Except for those minerals that can be used as medicine, Yan Mo doesn't know much about ores, so he just wanted to take them to have a look, but after looking at them, he really saw the problem.
The two stones seem to have been used for a long time, and the corners have become a little rounded.
Yan Mo immediately asked: "Did the edges of these two stones be sharper when you first got them?"
"Yes, I picked it up at the millstone field, where there are many such gravels." Meng replied casually.
"Isn't it easier for you to hit Mars with these two stones at the beginning?"
He looked at his brother fiercely, thought for a while, and nodded.
"In this way, try to see if you can smash the stone to get a sharper edge, and then use the sharp side to hit and scrape another stone. Maybe this time you can get sparks faster. In addition, While one is beating rocks, the other better lie down and blow that hay... wait, give me some of that hay, too."
Meng was the fastest, and immediately grabbed the hay and handed it to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo took the hay and touched it. It was relatively dry, but it was not as flammable as tinder.
So Yan Mo took two stones and sandwiched the hay between them and started rubbing.
"What are you doing?" Meng asked curiously.
Not only was he curious, but almost everyone who could still see him at night was looking at him. Yuan Zhan took out coarse salt, boiled a little with the water in the wooden ladle, and slowly rubbed it on the prairie rat that had been skinned and internally peeled.
Yan Mo replied without raising his head: "Grind a little tinder."
"Tinder?" Everyone pricked up their ears.
"It is something that is easy to burn made of dried moss, hay, dry feather silk, etc. It is best to knead these things before using them to make their structure looser...it is lighter and softer." Yan Mo patiently explained: "When starting a fire, first put these flammable tinders under the flint, and the sparks will fall on it, and it will burn with a light blow. After the tinder is ignited, add hay, etc. Be careful not to add too much together A lot, and slowly the fire can be lit."
Meng's eyes sparkled, "Little slave, you know a lot."
"...I am a disciple of the priest." Sorry, I just summed up the accumulation of my predecessors who don't know how many years. Even if I don't say it now, when you develop for a long time, you will naturally improve the method of lighting a little bit.
"But I think Qiu Ning, the priest disciple of our tribe, doesn't know as much as you. He should be older than you. Zhan said you are fourteen years old, but I counted the knots that Qiu Ning hung outside his tent. There are ten of them. Six." Meng is very proud of being able to count to less than twenty, although he doesn't even know how old his elder brother is, except for a very few people here, very few people remember their own age, like Those who can accurately remember that they have lived for seventeen years like Zhan are already in the same category.
After Meng finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pinched the boy's face, "Is it true that priests and disciples are relatively thin? You don't have any flesh on your face."
When my nutrition catches up, you can see that I am still thin or not. Yan Mo grabbed his hand and pushed it away, "Don't make trouble, if you have nothing to do, rub some tinder out for me."
"Okay! Leave it to me." Meng was a restless person, so he sat down on the ground immediately, grabbed a handful of hay and rubbed it together.
Lie looked at the young man and pursed his lower lip. As a member of his tribe, he began to worry whether the child would be cursed by the souls of the priests of the Yanshan tribe if he revealed so many secrets of the priests of the Yanshan tribe.
While handling the prairie rat in his hand, Bing stared at the boy suspiciously. Would a disciple of another priest be so kind
Yan Mo originally wanted to find something for other slaves to do, but he found that Yangwei and Xia Fei had not moved much since the sun went down. Looking at Mosquito and Kuading, Mosquito was not affected by the night, but Kusamachi also feels like doing things by touch.
Is it night blindness caused by poor nutrition? It is said that many people in ancient times had this problem, and even in modern times, there are still many people in mountain villages who become blind at night.
But why are all the warriors of the original tribe okay? Because they ate better than slaves
Then why both the mosquito and him could see it
Huh? wrong! How could he see so clearly
Yan Mo turned over and over to look at his palm, then raised his head to look at the people and scenery around him, and finally noticed something strange.
In the tribe before, he almost always went to sleep when it was dark, and there were torches to illuminate him even if he didn’t sleep. He hadn’t noticed any changes in his eyesight. Now, it’s good that he can clearly see the fingers sent to his eyes. How can he be able to see as clearly as during the day at a distance of 20 or 30 meters? Even further away, you can see the general outline.
He is a doctor, and he knows very well what normal human vision should be. His vision ability is absolutely abnormal.
How is this going? I didn't realize that his night vision is so good in the first few days. When did it start that his eyes could see clearly at night
He has heard and personally verified that people living on the prairie or in certain special environments will have vision several times better than ordinary people due to the environment and food, and these people will also be able to adapt to the environment at night. Get a rough idea of what's going on around you - as if we can't see clearly in the dark at first, but get better and better as we adapt to a certain kind of light.
But his current vision, which is like night vision goggles and is more realistic, is different from the one he knows, because it is so clear that he can even clearly see a small fingernail-sized object two meters away. Insects crawled in the grass.
Is the guide transforming his body? Like his growing self-healing ability
Or... that Yu Peng's eyeball that Yuan Zhan forced into his mouth that day caused the change in his vision
Yan Mo looked at Yuan Zhan, who was busy, with a complicated mood. If this was the case, it would also explain the various envious and jealous expressions of Tian Diao and Kusamachi towards him.
Dashan, who was the strongest, took the flint and smashed a small piece of the flint with a big rock in the camp, exposing a sharp edge.
According to Yan Mo's instructions, Meng was in charge of hitting the flint, Mosquito was in charge of blowing the fire, and Da Shan was in charge of adding hay. After working for a while, he actually started the fire.
After the flames were evident, there was a small cheer from the camp.
Maybe it was too excited, maybe it was to scare the beast better, maybe it was to keep warm, except for Yan Mo who pretended to be unable to walk, the other eleven people started together and lit three fires in a row.
Now, no one is talking about eating raw meat or eating dried cured meat. People who couldn’t bear the hunger and already ate some dried cured meat just now regret it, but they eat less and have ready-made fresh meat. Don't mind eating more.
The four of Yuan Zhan went out, because they were afraid of being attacked by nocturnal animals in the dark, so they caught four prairie mice and two cunning rabbits in total.
But with the dry cured meat brought by others, the twelve people barely had a full meal tonight.
During the barbecue, Yan Mo, who had nothing to do, took a moment to call up the guide to check the reduction of scum value.
The guide lights up, and according to his instructions, it shows his current and total reduced scum values.
Make an animal fur coat, -10 points.
Teaching others to make animal fur clothing, the complexity of the craft reaches the first level, -1 point.
Make a set of animal skin battle armor, -20 points.
Teaching others to make animal skin battle armor, the complexity of the craft reaches level two, -2 points.
Make a backpack, -10 points.
Teach others how to make backpacks, the complexity of the craft reaches level 3, -3 points.
The above three, including teaching, directly and indirectly, he has lost a total of 79 scum points.
As for saving lives, as he expected, he got a full 400 points reduction.
In addition, the method of saving people in quicksand also reduced him by 20 points.
Before, teaching the method of lighting a fire was a 20-point reduction.
When Yan Mo saw the last item, he was a little surprised that there were so few points. Later, he realized that this method of using stones to start fire had already appeared. He just summed up his experience a little bit, and it was reasonable to lose only 20 points.
The most ridiculous and weirdest thing is that among all the items that reduce the scum value, there is even one item: - Feed three hungry ironback dragons once, the satiety is low, and the scum value is -1 point.
When Yan Mo saw this, he almost scolded his mother, but later he couldn't laugh or cry. It turns out that this can also reduce the value of scum? Then if he kills the iron back dragon, will he add scum value
This point can only be verified later, Yan Mo has been completely taken away by another message from the guide.
— Congratulations to the exiles who have accumulated more than 500 scum points reduction, and now have a total of 638 scum points reduction. In order to reward the enthusiasm of the exiles for transformation, and also to allow the exiles to carry out better transformations, hereby reward a herbal bag with a capacity of 5 cubic meters. Please go to the reward list in this guide to claim it.
Special Note: This herbal medicine bag can only contain things related to herbs and medicines. Items that can be loaded in the herb bag will remain in the state when loaded until removed. If it is lost, it will not be replaced. Exiles are requested to make good use of it and use it a lot, so as to clear their hearts as soon as possible.
Yan Mo couldn't wait to open the reward list. The reward list that originally had only one line has now become two lines.
Yan Mo was not so stupid as to take out the prize now, but he scratched the word "Herbal Medicine Package" with his fingers, feeling overwhelmed with excitement.
What do herbalists want most? In addition to the skills of identifying, digging and roasting herbs, who doesn't want a treasure like a Qiankun bag that can keep fresh without taking up space or weight
With this gadget, although the volume of 5 cubic meters is not too large, he does not need to see the herbs on the side of the road and worry about no place to store them! Most importantly, it can also guarantee the freshness of herbs and medicines, which is simply a god-given function!
With such a reward, Yan Mo suddenly felt that it was worth saving those four people. Even if those four people were all ungrateful, even if the soldiers of the original tribe were not grateful enough, he didn't think it mattered.
Heh, I'm here to earn rewards by reducing the value of scum, what do I want you to thank me for? Someone thought twistedly.
Probably because he was too excited in his heart, Yan Mo had nowhere to say, so he could only vent his excitement in another way: "I can make fire notes." He quietly said to Yuan Zhan who was sitting beside him.
"Huozhezi?" Yuan Zhan reluctantly crushed and swallowed the last bite of tender bones, and pronounced with difficulty.
"A tool that stores tinder and can be carried with you, making it much easier to start a fire when you're out and about."
Yuan Zhan snapped his fingers, his expression became serious, "How to do it?"
"I need a bamboo tube... Well, you may have never seen bamboo. Wooden tubes and stone tubes made of wood that is not afraid of burning are also acceptable. It needs to be this long and thick. The inside of the tube is hollow. One end must be sealed, and the other end must be sealed. Open it, usually plug it with a plug, store the kindling inside, and use it whenever you want.”
"Won't the fire be extinguished if it is stored in such a tube?" Yuan Zhan had never heard of bamboo, but he was more concerned about the method of keeping fire.
"Through incomplete combustion... You won't understand it if you tell it, but you will know it when you do it later."
Yuan Zhan, who was despised, was not angry either. To him, this was a skill of a priest. The young man then deliberately asked in a low voice, "What is bamboo?"
Yan Mo tore at the piece of meat, "That's a good thing!" Then he began to popularize various knowledge and benefits about bamboo to Yuan Zhan.
"I haven't seen such a plant nearby." Yuan Zhan's face was full of regret, "Wood that is not afraid of fire... I don't know, maybe a stone can be polished by a slave, you should tell me earlier."
Say it earlier, so that you can hand me over to your priests? Yan Mo resisted the desire to roll his eyes, tore off a larger piece of meat and handed it to the young man's mouth, while hypnotizing himself: I will feed my eldest son as a father!
Yuan Zhan, who was watched as the eldest son, opened his mouth wide and "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Yan Mo got goosebumps all over his body, but looking at the rest of the team, the only one who can really protect him now is this vicious young man who treats him as half his wife. If he wants to subdue these people, he must first recover his "man".
But if you want a person with a firm personality, a lively mind, a rude nature, and a cruel heart to soften, he must first soften, and he must soften very skillfully.
Of course, Yan Mo absolutely does not admit that he is seducing people, he thinks he is just taming animals!
In the evening, Yuan Zhan, who was burned all over by the little slave's deliberate overtures, hugged Yan Mo for most of the night, regardless of whether there was anyone listening to the corner.
Fortunately, he had to hurry tomorrow, Yuan Zhan was afraid that he would get hurt again, so he didn't really enter.
Yan Mo listened to the howling of various unknown beasts not far away, and then listened to the undisguised sounds of sex in the camp. By the way, he felt the movement of various small insects crawling around. The young man rubbed against him, and began to recite the outline of Materia Medica silently in his heart.
When they woke up in the morning, Hunter and Missing Tooth, who were in charge of the first shift at night, kept praising, saying that it was rare to sleep so comfortably outside. Not to mention a warm fire, there are also animal fur coats that can be used as bedding.
Yangwei climbed up from the very edge, but was hit by his master Bing and almost fell over. Kusamachi was supported by his master when he got up.
The man who came out from Xia Fei looked at Yan Mo with a strange gaze, hesitated for a while, and then jumped in front of him, "One more time."
"What one more time?" Yan Mo didn't react for a while.
Just as Meng was about to explain, Yuan Zhan, who was in charge of the last night shift, walked over and pushed him away, "Pack it up, it's time to go!"
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Small Theater No. 01:
Yan Mo grinds his teeth with a grass root, and sneers while grinding.
Yuan Zhan walked over, then backed away, knelt down and poked him: "Who offended you? Look at your simple, honest and cruel face!"
Yan Mo pulled out the grass roots and continued to sneer: "You know what, we almost couldn't show up today, and we have to continue to stay by the quicksand pit."
Yuan Zhan: "What happened?"
Yan Mo: "My guide god told me just now that the person who helped me to make observations and records read the novel from seven o'clock last night and read it at twelve o'clock! And she hadn't written a single word at that time! The most disgusting thing is She also spent more than half an hour to find out if a character appearing in the article is really real, because she is crazy about that character!"
Yuan Zhan: "...What are you talking about? I don't even understand! What is the guide god? Is that the priest who told you to find the sea in the south?"
Yan Mo... stuffed the grass roots into Yuan Zhan's mouth, "Go and brush your teeth!"