"Roar~"
A beast roar broke the morning silence.
In a daze, Song Xuan touched the cell phone around him, but it felt all fluffy. Then he suddenly woke up and looked at the animal skin under him. Yes, he had traveled through time.
Half a month ago, Song Xuan was still a decent executive of a multinational company. Unexpectedly, a plane crashed while on a business trip. He thought he was going to die, but he didn't want to fall directly into this primitive era.
"Gululu~"
After touching his empty belly, Song Xuan got up helplessly.
After walking out of the cave, the tribe was already busy.
"Angel, hehe... look, fish!"
Meng naively showed off the fresh fish he had just caught to Song Xuan.
The seemingly naive and rugged man in front of him with an animal skin skirt around his waist was the new leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe. As for his predecessor, he died in a war.
When Song Xuan fell from the sky, the battle between the two sides was at its most intense. Fortunately, Song Xuan killed the small leader sent from the opposite side, and the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed.
Although the enemy was repelled, very few of Teng She's troops were left. Perhaps because of the sudden fall from the sky, everyone called Song Xuan the divine envoy, and it was logical that he became the leader of the tribe.
Taking into account the disparity in strength between the two sides, after discussion, Song Xuan took the remaining dozens of people to relocate. After more than ten days of walking through the jungle, they finally found this cave that was barely habitable.
"Were all these fish caught in the morning?"
Looking at the palm-sized fish in his hand, Song Xuan asked.
Although they have been together for a while, Song Xuan's communication with them is not smooth. They usually dance and talk and gesture. Teng She does not have a systematic language. Song Xuan is also trying to teach them Mandarin and learns it quickly. can already speak simple words.
"Yes, God's envoy, the river...!"
Running all the way, Teng She's little food supply gradually ran out, and she even relied on wild fruits to satisfy her hunger in the past few days.
Yesterday evening, Song Xuan saw several people running out mysteriously. It turned out that they were trying to catch fish.
"Fire...fire...gone"
Just when everyone was enjoying the "killing", someone discovered that the fire that had been burning for more than ten days had been extinguished at some point.
Fire is indispensable to protect against cold and beasts, to ward off enemies and to cook food. Even when fleeing, there is always someone to watch over it.
After settling down yesterday, maybe the warm cave was too comfortable to live in. After one night, Shi Yan, who was in charge of taking care of it, forgot to add more firewood. Unknowingly, the fire gradually went out.
It is not easy to light fire in primitive society. Teng She has always used the method of storing fire. Generally, as long as it is stored properly, it can still be used for a long time.
Unexpectedly, on the first day of moving into a new home, something like this would happen.
"￥%￥...￥..."
“#￥%#￥……”
Although he couldn't understand what everyone was talking about, but seeing Shi Yan hanging his head and looking ashamed of everyone, Song Xuan also knew that everyone had nothing good to say.
However, from Song Xuan's point of view, this was not a big deal. Just when he was about to speak out, he stood up with blood and stone in his hands:
“%&#￥…”
Although he was a new official, he still had prestige. After interrupting everyone, he pulled out another person from the crowd. Although this primitive man named Shi Ye was not as strong as Shi Meng, he was still capable enough.
Pulling Shi Ye and walking up to Song Xuan, Shi Meng changed his previous dignity and gestured towards Song Xuan with a naive smile:
"God's envoy, this is the only person in our tribe who can make fire..."
After saying that, he patted Shi Ye's chest proudly, but Shi Ye was shocked by the blood on his hands and stepped back. Seeing this, Shi Meng also wiped it on his animal skin skirt in embarrassment.
Although he disliked it, Shi Ye's movements were still very neat. After a little preparation, he got busy.
There were not many things, just a wooden stick and a special piece of wood with a two-finger-wide groove in the middle. It was black. It seemed that this was an old item in the tribe.
Scrape out tinder with a stone and put it under the wood. Shiye sat on the ground, stepped on both ends with his feet, and then started rubbing it vigorously. Making a fire was obviously very energy-consuming. After a while, Shiye's breathing became rapid. The speed of rubbing was not as fast as before. After taking a breath, it changed to holding down with one hand and rubbing back and forth.
"Wow!..."
"fire?……"
"Why……"
After trying many times, the fire still failed to light up, and everyone onlookers began to become a little restless. Shi Yan, who was already ashamed of everyone, did not even dare to raise his head.
"God...God's envoy..."
After working for a long time, Shi Ye, who was really exhausted, looked at Song Xuan in embarrassment. He had not practiced handcrafting for three days. His fire-making skills had obviously deteriorated a lot in Shi Ye, but there was no one else in the tribe who knew this skill. He could only Putting hope on Song Xuan.
Looking at everyone's hopeful eyes, Song Xuan also felt a lot of pressure. Although he had seen similar survival skills, but when it came to him, he still felt confused.
But no matter what, fire is definitely necessary, and after so many days in Soaring Snake, except for doing some "big things" on the first day, there has been no achievements since then.
If he couldn't even make a fire, it would really undermine his status as a divine envoy. Hitting his own Xiao Jiujiu, Song Xuan said domineeringly to Shi Meng:
"Go, get some animal skin rope, let you see what it means to make fire!..."
Although he didn't understand clearly, Shi Meng moved quickly as he felt the domineering aura that Song Xuan finally exuded.
Just like Shi Ye, he rubbed it violently. Song Xuan thought it was still a bit difficult, so he still had to use tools. After thinking about it again, the fire bow was a relatively easy fire-making tool.
The fire bow is a simplified version of the bow and arrow, except that the bow string is slightly thicker. After all, it has to be rubbed back and forth, and the thicker string will naturally last longer.
Watching Song Xuan assemble the fire bow in twos and twos, someone took the bows and arrows from the tribe and compared them:
"This? Isn't it a bow? What is the angel... doing..."
"A bow... can make fire?"
Although the bows and arrows in the tribe have average range and power, everyone knows that these things have nothing to do with fire, but they can be used as firewood.
Thinking of this, a child hugged his little bow tightly like a treasure and sneaked behind the adult, for fear that Song Xuan would burn his bow as firewood.
Seeing this, Song Xuan just smiled and casually put the wooden stick on the bow string. As the bow string moved back and forth, the wooden stick also started to rotate rapidly.
Not long after, bursts of smoke began to appear from the friction area, which was much larger than the smoke caused by Shiye. Song Xuan did not hesitate, and quickly poured the sparks into the tinder, and then blew several times. mouth, a small flame jumped up.
"Wow~"
Looking at the blazing fire, everyone in Tengshe was instantly ignited. They looked at Song Xuan with fiery eyes. Under the leadership of Shi Meng, they all knelt down:
"Angel of God!"
"Angel of God!"
"Angel of God!"
