"priest?"
"Our tribe has only had one priest since its existence. If I hadn't mentioned it today, I would have almost forgotten that there is such a position."
After Zhong Yang announced, the food distribution field exploded in an instant.
"Isn't it too hasty to make such a big decision just after becoming the chief?" Kong Jia's voice was low. Although the title of priest was about to be forgotten by everyone, he knew that this existence was very special. The real power does not have much real power, but if enough faith is established, the status will even be higher than that of the chief.
He was already aggrieved enough to lose the election and become the deputy chief, and to be on the same level as Tang Yu.
Zhong Yang is very capable, but he doesn't have much brains. Even if he becomes the chief now, in time, he will have a lot of ways to make him unsteady, but if Meng Sheng assists Zhong Yang from the side, things will not be that simple if these two brats join forces up.
So no matter what everyone thinks, he must first stand up and object. He winked at Tang Yu beside him: "What do you think?"
Just as Tang Yu was about to speak, Tang Dun from a distance called him. Seeing his younger brother's furrowed eyebrows, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.
Zhong Yang said: "Kong Jia thinks this decision is hasty?"
"There are no priests in the tribe for so many years. Naturally, it makes sense. It means that ordinary people can't take on the role of priests. Isn't it rash enough to push a person to this position now?"
"Why do you think that Meng Sheng is not capable?" Zhong Yang paused and said: "Of course, what I told you is one-sided, why don't you read everyone's opinions."
The aborigines chattered, and their voices became louder and louder: "I agree, Meng Sheng is indeed very capable. If there is no suitable position, it would be a waste!"
"Yes! Meng Sheng has taught us a lot, he is very suitable to be a priest!"
One sentence per person, or even several people's sentence, the more and more voices agreed, and everyone immediately cheered after speaking, asking Meng Sheng to go up and say a few words.
The reaction of the people was undoubtedly to settle the matter. Kong Jia's face was ashen. He didn't expect that everyone would be so convinced by Meng Sheng. Become everyone's public enemy.
Meng Sheng was pushed onto the sacrificial altar by everyone, and there was no handover ceremony, after all, he was too far away from the previous priest.
"Zhongyang said that he would manage the tribe well, so I promise everyone here that I will lead the tribe to live a better life!"
He didn't say much, but he spoke loudly, as if putting a reassurance on everyone.
After the election, things from the previous term were gradually handed over to the new term. Zhong Yang could be regarded as inheriting his father's business. Many things had been absorbed by his ears since he was a child. There was no need for Zhong Xin to say too much, and everything was back on track soon.
When the natives of the Yilin tribe felt that it was no different to have one more priest, and that it was time to go hunting, the new priest and the chief gave orders for the first time.
Meng Sheng prepared the yellow mud and ore samples that needed to be smelted, and recruited the older generation of the tribe, whose hunting ability and aboriginals had declined. The stronger males were responsible for finding stones, and the subfemale females were responsible for making fire stoves.
These old and weak people live around the cave on weekdays, and their lives are very idle, and they are even depressed because they can't find anything to do. Smelting is actually not a lot of hard work, but the process is relatively complicated. It is just right to call these people together.
As for the older females, Meng Sheng needless to say, Luo has already gathered with these people to make clothes in the warm spring.
The old, the weak, the sick, and the handicapped all had their own things to do, and the young and middle-aged people who had not yet been arranged could not sit still when they came back from hunting, and came to Meng Sheng one after another.
"You have plenty to do."
Meng Sheng had a thorough understanding of the tribe's topography. Backed by mountains, with rivers and land, it was a good terrain. He spread a piece of fine sand on the ground and drew a simple topographic map of the tribe with a stick: "This is our Now we have to cut down most of the trees in the tribe.” The males think it makes sense, after all, the ice picks on the trees in winter are too scary. Hunting and tree cutting with stone tools are very inefficient, and no one wants to spend all their time on it, but now the metal weapons made by Meng Sheng are very sharp, and tree cutting is much easier.
"For the cut down trees, deal with the branches and let the smelters burn them into charcoal. As for the main trunk, keep it and clean it up like this." Meng Sheng pointed to the tree trunk outside his cave.
Everyone nodded repeatedly: "Meng Sheng, we all listen to you."
"What Meng Sheng is, it's a priest!" Someone hastily corrected it.
Meng Sheng called them whatever they wanted, and after the first batch of metal tools were manufactured, the males started to work like crazy when they were given weapons.
As a priest, he is so busy every day that he has to go to several places to guide him. Now the food supply for the family of three depends on Qiu Juan's hunting supplies. It is really safe to eat soft meals.
After everything was arranged and the natives were able to manage their own affairs, he finally got a moment of leisure, but he didn't dare to stop, grabbed the tail of spring, and began to replace the food distribution field one after another. The seeds are sown.
The sky of the tribe is getting brighter day by day. Meng Sheng's sweet potatoes and potatoes have been planted one after another, as well as the chili seeds from the previous year, and some seasoning seeds have been sown and sprouted. He has built a fence to surround the entire open area. Get up and try to release the chickens. The new batch of chickens can still fly seven or eight meters high, but after all, they have never learned to fly since they were young, and they fell down after a few thumps, so they can only concentrate on the ground. rummage around for worms to eat.
Meng Sheng was very satisfied with the effect.
"Brother Meng, are you growing vegetables again? I'm back."
When he hunched over and was weeding the vegetable field with a hoe, he heard a crisp sound above his head. When he looked up, he saw Yanu throwing a wild boar on the ground. His body was covered in mud and his face was bruised. This was the first time he saw it. My own wife came back in such a mess.
"What's the matter?" He wiped Yafei's face with the corner of his sleeve.
Qiu Juan didn't care much: "Didn't you say you need to raise more prey? I wanted to capture this wild boar alive, but I was kicked a few times."
Meng Sheng turned his head to look at the wild boar. There were three arrows sticking out of his head, and he looked as if he was dead. He probably made Yafei so angry that he sent out three arrows to deal with it.
"It's really hard to catch alive. I'll teach you how to dig traps and catch alive tomorrow."
But Qiu Juan shook his head: "Not tomorrow, I will teach everyone how to practice arrows tomorrow."
After saying that, Qiu Juan suddenly thought of something again: "Why don't you teach me outside the cave, and I'll go out after I learn it."
Digging traps is actually really slow, compared to direct hunting, but in order to catch live animals for domestication, and get rid of relying on hunting to fill their stomachs, the process is troublesome and must be done.
He dug a small pit with a hoe, then inserted branches and sticks in the hole, spread a layer of weeds, and finally sprinkled a handful of stones: "How about it, isn't it very simple, this stone is equivalent to eating, when the time comes Put it on top, and the prey will fall down after eating it."
"It's very simple, but it takes time to dig a hole."
"Yes, you also need to mark the mouth of the trap so that no one from the tribe will fall in."
"I see."
The couple were discussing about the trap when they suddenly shouted: "Priest, a new batch of metal weapons has come out, everyone wants you to take a look."
Meng Sheng replied, "Let's go."
He hadn't gone to see smelting for a while. The so-called master's leading the door to practice depends on the individual. After he taught the methods and methods, he let the aborigines develop on their own. Firstly, he was too lazy to take care of such details. I should be too busy to die, and it would be in vain that there are hundreds of people in the tribe.
The tribe chose a separate piece of land for smelting, which is some distance away from the living area and far away from the river. After all, the residues and wastes of smelting are not good things, and the original ecology is very good. This small amount of smelting pollution is nothing. But he also doesn't want anyone in the tribe to get sick from heavy metals, the primitive medical conditions are too poor. When we arrived at the smelting place, Meng Sheng didn't come here for half a month, and the simple small fire stove that was all in one color turned out to be more than twice the size. Seeing him coming, Tang Dun, who was disgraced because of smelting, heard the news ran over.
Tang Dun was far more interested in smelting than the rest of the tribe's natives. Meng Sheng also thought it would be nice to have a young and powerful male to take care of him, so he specifically discussed with his brother and let him take charge here. He was too kind, but he cared about Tang Dun's affairs. Since he could contribute to the tribe and he liked it, he agreed to Meng Sheng's proposal.
"Meng Sheng, come quickly, come quickly!" Xiongxiong didn't care about his black hands, he directly pulled Meng Sheng and walked inside. Of course, Meng Sheng didn't dislike it, after all, he just watered the vegetable field with manure.
"Look, the new thing I made." The male took out two things from the pile of broken charcoal like a treasure.
Meng Sheng's eyes were straightened when he got it, and he couldn't help but sigh that his choice was too correct. The working people have a lot of innovative thinking in production activities! He has a brick and a clay pot in his hand, completely saving himself the steps of learning and then teaching.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Tang Dun thought it was because he felt that he had made a treasure, which was not worth mentioning in front of the priest: "I just messed with it when it was firing, and I don't know if it will be useful."
"It's useful! It's very useful!" Meng Sheng pointed to the brick and said, "With this brick, you can build a new stove, and it can be very large. With bricks and stones as the inner bottom, you can put yellow mud on the outside. The fire stove made will be much more stable, not only that, but also has many uses, it can be used to build houses, and so many things can be built!"
"Brick?" Although Tang Dun was very puzzled, his mouth was open all the time. He was recognized and said that the things he created were very useful.
The natives who were busy around were all listening intently, and someone responded: "Tang Dun, the priest called that clod for you a brick!"
Tang Dun nodded quickly: "Okay, the name is very suitable!"
"Then let's give this one a name too!" He said while holding up the mud jar that was ridiculed by everyone as not looking like a thing.
"Let's call it pottery." Meng Sheng shook the heavy and solid clay pot with great interest: "It will be easy for you to know the firing technique. Come, let me tell you about this pottery."
"Get me some clay."
Finding a stone, Meng Sheng started to teach the mud kneading on the spot, making sure that the mud should be soft and free of impurities. The most important thing is to knead it evenly. It is taboo to have pores, and the kiln will be fried at that time.
"After the mud is kneaded, it can be made into various shapes. In fact, it doesn't matter what shape it is, as long as it can hold things, and the weight is easy to handle. It is inconvenient if it is too thick. Take a look at our wooden barrels. It’s not that the wood isn’t thick.” Meng Sheng said while making a clay pot with a small mouth and a big belly out of mud chips.
Qiu Juan also helped rub the mud and made a plate by rubbing mud sticks.
Meng Sheng patted Tang Dun's shoulder very relievedly: "I will help you get here, the rest is up to you."
"It's up to you!"
The natives cheered, probably because they were envious of Tang Dun being praised by the priest, or maybe because they were excited about creating something new.