All migration is a very important and serious matter, and it often takes a long time to plan.
For the Starfire Tribe, it only takes more than an hour to get ready to go.
They have always been ready to move at any time, and they have very few things, so they can set off with a little packing.
Now I have a rattan basket again, so I can take everything with me.
Since Yang Yi taught the people of the Xinghuo tribe how to weave rattan baskets, in just two days, the wounded, the elderly and children who could not exercise vigorously have made a lot of rattan baskets, ensuring that everyone has at least one.
In the past two days, the hunting team and gathering team had a bumper harvest. The meat and fruits could be put into the baskets, and a piece of wood could lift up two large baskets, which was very convenient to transport away.
The temporary shed that was built before was carried away directly with the shelf. When you arrive at the new territory, you can continue to use it directly after laying the stakes.
More than a hundred people set off at dawn and arrived at the new territory in a mighty way.
Everyone cheered when they saw the circled place and the well in the middle.
"This is our territory! We are no longer homeless!"
"God will never abandon us!"
"Spark tribe, Starfire tribe!"
When entering a new territory, according to the customs here, there must be a formal and solemn ceremony to pray for the future of the tribe.
Yang Yi didn't understand these things, and respected the customs of these people, and handed everything over to Jiao.
Jiao is now the priest of the tribe, and many trivial matters in the tribe are entrusted to her. Yang Yi is only responsible for the general construction of the tribe.
She is very prestigious in the Xinghuo Tribe, she is older and knows a lot, and she is familiar with everyone's situation, so many things are best left to her.
Jiao commanded two soldiers and two ordinary people to build a crude sacrificial altar by the well.
According to the habits of the Blackstone Tribe, ordinary people would not be allowed to interfere in such a sacred matter, and ordinary people are not qualified to approach God.
Yang Yi abolished this discriminatory practice. From his point of view, fighters are indeed powerful, but the power of ordinary people should not be underestimated. The four bristle pigs yesterday can prove everything.
Besides, hunting is not everything. In the future, there will still be many positions that ordinary people will need to complete. They are an important part of the tribe and should have the same power.
The people of the Starfire tribe have no problem with this, they are all victims of this discriminatory system.
Even the fighters with special powers didn't say anything, because it also included those who were injured and couldn't fight anymore.
No one can guarantee that they will not be injured while hunting. The scars on the body are the glory of a warrior. But too serious injury will make him abandoned.
No one wants to be abandoned. After experiencing so many things, they start to plan for themselves. What's more, ordinary people also have their friends and relatives.
They are the Xinghuo tribe, whether they are ordinary people or warriors, they are the weak but capable flames.
The bristle pig's head, the horns of the giant horned ox, and some fruits were placed on the altar, and a firewood pile was set up next to the altar.
Jiao stood on the altar, no longer the usual gentleness, but more of a sense of solemnity.
"Jing, come on, use your sacred fire to light our sacred fire!"
Jing, who cleaned himself up, walked forward with a serious face, knelt down in front of the altar and the pyre, stretched out his unbroken hand, and snapped his fingers on the pyre.
Fire instantly wrapped his fist!
With a wave of his hand, the fire on his fist turned into the pyre and ignited quickly.
Yang Yi's eyes sparkled. Although he knew that the fighters here were not only stronger and stronger than ordinary people, but some fighters could also possess natural divine power, he was still shocked when he saw it.
It's amazing!
Divine power cannot be used indiscriminately, it will consume soldiers, and it will only be used when the tribe is in crisis and hunting, and Yang Yi saw it for the first time.
After a warrior awakens, his physical fitness will be greatly improved, and his speed, strength, sensitivity, etc. will all be better than ordinary people.
Not only that, the fighters themselves have different abilities, and they can gradually increase their strength.
People here are roughly graded according to ability.
First-level fighters are initially awakened, physically stronger than ordinary people.
The second-level fighters are initially differentiated, some are more powerful, some are faster, etc. For example, Velvet belongs to the type that has strengthened the strength of both hands.
A fighter who can awaken the power of nature needs to become a third-level fighter.
Jing is currently the only third-level fighter in the Xinghuo Tribe, and the only one who possesses natural divine power.
And what they have is the awe-inspiring and admirable fire, which is extremely important to any tribe.
The holy fire of each tribe cannot be extinguished, it symbolizes the vitality of a tribe.
Jing was a very strong fighter before he was injured, and Black Hunt only kept him back then. No one thought that such a person would be abandoned by chiefs and priests.
From Yang Yi's point of view, it was really cheap for him.
The holy fire was lit, and Jiao danced the most primitive dance around the altar, whispering and singing.
The dance moves are slow and not elegant, but also very simple, and the singing is not beautiful, but it can penetrate the soul.
Even an outsider like Yang Yi felt her piety, and everyone else listened quietly, and even the child who still needed to be hugged became very quiet at this time.
Yang Yi felt that they were revering nature rather than respecting ethereal gods.
After Jiao danced around, people stepped forward to dance with him one after another, and finally everyone joined in, including Yang Yi.
Through this extraordinary dance, Yang Yi once again deeply realized that he has come to another world, and his life has been very different from before.
The dance didn't last long, it was just for sacrifice, to tell the gods that they were here.
The real celebration is in the evening, and now is the time to set up camp.
According to Yang Yi's plan, the house will be built around the well, and the house will be surrounded by farmland.
Now that there are not many people and time is short, they first build temporary shelters. Settle down first, and then start thinking about how to improve.
In the past, the Blackstone tribe lived in caves. They didn't have the habit of building houses, and they didn't know how to build them. They only built simple and low sheds.
Yang Yi taught everyone to build herringbone-roofed thatched huts. They had cut down a lot of trees before, and now they have brought them here. There are tall and tough grasses nearby, so they can use local materials.
As a survival show and game enthusiast, Yang Yi has a wealth of knowledge about building thatched houses. He has watched a lot of videos of the original life of the Australian and Vietnamese brothers.
Hands-on ability is not good, but it is still easy to be a conductor.
Especially these people are very smart, Yang Yi roughly explained it, and he understood what was going on.
Except for the fact that the first house was inexperienced and slightly poorly built, the latter houses are getting better and better, and they can completely shelter from wind and rain.
The stronger ones are responsible for building the frame, the weaker ones will mow the grass, and the weaker ones will weave them in rows with straw, with a clear division of labor.
Although the thatched huts are not as cold-proof, but they now have quilts, so they will not be frozen. Compared with the cold and damp caves in the past, they are not much worse.
Working at the same time, the prototypes of several thatched houses were gradually completed.
According to the current speed, in a few days, they will all be able to live in a thatched house that can provide shelter from the wind and rain.
"It's not as safe as the Black Forest around here. We still have to find a way to quickly fix the walls and traps."
Yang Yi was still quite worried. The place was too empty and it was very close to the wasteland. They might be targeted by wild beasts.
Tall city walls cannot be built at present, but a circle of walls made of wood and thorns can be built, plus traps and sentry towers, at least they will not be easily attacked by wild beasts in their sleep.
"I looked around just now, and there are no traces of large animals or fauna on the grass ash. It is relatively safe at present." Jiao said.
They chose this place because during the survey, they found no feces of large beasts, and there were not many small animals.
Yang Yi nodded, trusting their judgment, this group of people can get here safely, and they understand the world better than him.
"Then we have time to dig out the clay buried under the loam to make pottery and houses."
The land here is very fertile black loam, suitable for growing various crops.
But if you dig deeper, you will see yellow clay. When digging the well before, Yang Yi found them at a depth of about four or five meters.
This also made Yang Yi more sure that this is a suitable place to live. With clay, he can have a strong house.
Moreover, while digging the clay, a large pond can also be dug, which is convenient for water storage and fish farming.
Yang Yi was in a hurry to make pottery, but they had too few containers, so they had to wait in line to eat.
Jiao was stunned: "God envoy, can you make clay pots?!"
Seeing her shocked face, Yang Yi was very puzzled: "Don't you guys do it too?"
There are clay pots in the tribe, although there are not many and most of them are missing corners. Yang Yi always thought that they could already make pottery.
It's just that the fragile pottery pots were damaged due to migration, and there was no time to make them, making them too rare.
After all, on Earth, humans have been able to make clay pots for a long time.
"It was all exchanged with the caravans of the Eastern Continent and plundered." Jiao couldn't hide his excitement, "If we can make pottery, we can exchange a lot of things with other tribes!"
"It's not hard to make clay pots."
The clay pots owned by the Xinghuo tribe are not strong enough, and the craftsmanship is relatively backward.
At the beginning, it was difficult for Yang Yi to make pottery pots as strong as those of later generations. It is not a problem to make pots with a similar level as here. At most, the success rate will be relatively low.
Yang Yi saw that he didn't need his help anymore when he saw the house building, so he took Jiao to make clay pots.
Mao has been paying attention to Yang Yi, and he heard what Yang Yi was going to do from a distance, let go of the weeds in his hands, and ran to Yang Yi's side in a hop.
Someone saw Mao running away and asked, "Mao, where did you sneak off to?"
Mao shouted excitedly: "The envoy is going to start making clay pots!"