Not to mention that this primitive man ran very fast.
Yang Chengcheng felt that the big trees in the forest in front of him were crashing into him like a car, the scenery on both sides of him rushed back, and the strong wind blew his eyes hard.
Under the rapid running of the two beast-eared girls, Yang Cheng's heart beat faster, almost out of his throat. His adrenal hormones suddenly surged, and his hands couldn't help but tightly grasp the vines under him.
This ensured that his shaky body would not fall due to high-speed movement.
Fortunately, the river is not far from the tribal open space, not more than a kilometer away.
The two beast-eared girls' high-speed movement didn't last more than a minute, and they stopped when they reached the pond dug by the tribe.
Beside the pool, there were two totem warriors holding nets to catch biscuits from the pool. They were both stunned when they saw Yan Lin and Xing carrying Yang Cheng with the "sedan" on their shoulders.
Then he hurriedly caught a net of double-bearded fish, and then came over to greet Yang Cheng: "Witch."
Yang Cheng reluctantly nodded to them, and then got down from the vines, his body still swaying and even a little dizzy.
"vomit!"
Yang Cheng retched twice and felt better.
"witch!"
"Wu, are you okay?"
Yan Lin and Xing quickly worried.
"Who told you to run so fast?!"
Yang Cheng raised his head and glared at the two beast-eared girls.
"Wu, it's not you who said..."
"Um?"
"Well, we were wrong..."
The two beast-eared girls lowered their heads obediently, their tiger ears drooped, and their tails were no longer raised.
Want to be cute again?
Yang Cheng would not fall into the trap and asked the two of them to admit their mistakes obediently.
He walked to the side of the pond and looked at the two-bearded fish in the pond. They had just been caught in a net, and there were still a lot of them, and the small pond was still boiling.
There are only so many totem warriors, and Yang Cheng has been familiar with them for so many days. Yang Cheng recognized the two totem warriors caught by the river.
One is called Lu Mao. His hair is green, hence the name.
The other one is called Short Fang, who is Hong Fang’s younger brother.
Seeing Yang Cheng staring into the pool, the two totem warriors were very excited. After all, the two-bearded fish in this pool was the first sufficient food provided to the tribe and was a turning point in the development of the tribe.
"Witch, there are more biwhiskers in the pool!"
"Yes, Wu. There were two fish in a pool a few days ago, but now there are three!"
The two excitedly reported to Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng nodded and said with a smile: "That's good. We are currently trading with the Vine Tribe. The more food we have, the more salt we will exchange."
"So Wu, should we dig another pond?" Lu Mao asked excitedly.
Fishing is an addictive activity, especially when you throw a net into the water and you can drag five or six pieces of food, ensuring the tribe's meals for two days, it is even easier to stimulate adrenaline hormones.
Nowadays, people from the Qingque tribe rush to the pool every day, just to enjoy the pleasure of "getting something for nothing".
Yang Cheng replied: "I want to dig a pond..."
"Okay, Wu, let's dig now!"
Before Yang Cheng could finish speaking, Lu Mao and Short Ya immediately took out their stone spears. Stone spears are a good thing. They can be used for hunting and self-defense, for hanging food on them, and for digging in the soil.
After taking out the stone spear, the two of them looked at Yang Cheng with bright eyes, waiting for his order to dig the pond.
Yang Cheng walked around the pool, looked around, and then circled a place about one meter in diameter.
"Here, you can dig here!" Yang Cheng pointed here and said.
"here?"
"Wu, this, isn't this too small?"
The two totem warriors had confusion in their eyes. They dug such a small hole that even a two-bearded fish couldn't fit in it.
"I don't want to dig a pond to catch biscuits. There are already enough ponds for biscuits. I want to dig this hole because I need the soil in it!"
Yang Cheng explained. Seeing that Short Ya and Lu Mao were still confused, he said directly: "Okay, you don't need to ask so many questions. Just listen to me."
Although they didn't understand why Yang Cheng dug this small pit and only wanted the soil in it, Yang Cheng said so, so they just did it.
Yang Cheng has already seen the soil here. It has good viscosity and can be used for making pottery.
After all, pottery is different from porcelain. In pottery, there is not much emphasis on the soil used. Generally, soil that can only stick together can be fired into pottery.
The two totem warriors are very fast.
In three or four minutes, about a cubic meter of soil was dug out.
"Okay, you can continue fishing. You don't have to worry about the rest."
After Yang Cheng said something to the two green-haired girls, he turned around and shouted to the two beast-eared girls: "You two, don't just stay there, come here quickly!"
"witch!"
The two beast-eared girls originally thought they would have to wait for Yang Cheng's forgiveness just like the last time they took a bath. But now they heard that Yang Cheng didn't take it to heart at all and took the initiative to call them, forgetting about the happiness in his heart.
When he came up, he hugged Yang Cheng's arm, rubbed his head against Yang Cheng's palm, and asked for a pat on the head.
Yang Cheng satisfied them, then pointed at the soil and said, "I'll give you a task to transport this soil back to the tribe."
When it comes to making pottery, it is generally best to do it by a small river because there is water and mud here.
But the riverside in the wilderness is really not safe.
The ferocious beasts often come here to drink water. It is very likely that they are digging in the soil and singing songs, and then they accidentally get bitten by the ferocious beasts.
So for safety reasons, Yang Cheng still planned to make pottery in the tribe.
After all, the tribe now has a water source, but moving the soil is a bit troublesome, but for the totem warriors, this distance of less than a thousand meters is nothing.
One cubic meter of soil is neither too much nor too little.
Putting it on the earth, it was just a matter of a forklift, but in primitive society, the two beast-eared girls could only be transported in animal skin bags and traveled back and forth several times.
Yang Cheng then walked back slowly with Short Tooth and Lu Mao, who had finished catching the double-whisked fish.
By the time he slowly returned to the tribe, Yan Lin and Xing Xing had just finished transporting the soil.
Mu Qing and several tribesmen were already waiting here, pointing at the dirt that Yan Lin and Lucky came over.
Seeing Yang Cheng, he couldn't help but complain again, saying that he should pay attention to safety and so on.
Then he curiously asked what Yang Cheng was doing when he came back from digging dirt.
Yang Cheng did not explain to him. He had now discovered a fact. It was very difficult to explain something that he had never seen to a primitive man. It was better to make it directly and show it to him.
