Standing at the mouth of the cave and sniffing the smell of earth in the air, I recalled my previous life and determined one thing: the four seasons here are distinct, which is a good phenomenon.

The voice that has disappeared in my head tells me that the geography and the distribution of flora and fauna have changed, so first determine the approximate latitude you are in.

Not to mention anything else, if it is in the tropics, then you can basically die early and be born early.

There are too many epidemics of all kinds in the tropics, which is a fatal blow to the primitive tribes.

The area with four distinct seasons, one is not prone to tropical diseases, and the other is that because of the existence of winter, the ground can accumulate humus, and it is completely impossible for the tropics to accumulate humus, and fixed agriculture can only be an illusion.

"Probably this is equivalent to the Central Plains of the primitive era, right? It's just that the terrain of the continent has changed, and I don't know where I am...... In short, let the tribe develop first, and you may be able to have an intuitive impression of geography and hydrology after a few hundred years. And you must let this tribe develop before you die, otherwise the ghost will know what identity it will be reincarnated in the next life, in case the points are not enough, and you will become a martyred slave......"

I couldn't help but shudder, first of all, I had to make the bow and arrow first. With enough food, one is eligible to expand the tribe. Only when they have enough to eat can the people of the tribe ponder philosophy, religion, inventions, writing, and the like.

Survival is always the first need.

He didn't dare to go too far from the cave, and found an elm tree with the thickness of his wrist near the cave, which was very straight.

To make a bow and arrow, the best tree is a yew. It is said that yew is a natural composite material with a different fiber elasticity from the outer ring, but nowadays it is not so particular.

Elms, mulberries and the like can also be made, and the simplest one-piece longbow can also be made with the most primitive tools.

"That's it."

Picking up a stone from the ground and tapping it the root of the tree, his strength was much greater than in his previous life, and his fingers were nimble, and he quickly cut a gap.

The tree fell to the ground, and a section nearly a man tall was cut off, and the bark was peeled off with a stone knife, and some soft bark was prepared.

After preparing these materials, it was already dark.

Someone in the cave shouted his name loudly, and Jian Chen quickly responded with a loud voice, dragging the trees back to the cave.

After making sure that everyone had returned, the old grandmother called all the adults in the tribe together.

It was the first time for Jian Chen to participate in this kind of tribal democracy meeting, because he had just come of age and had his own say in tribal affairs.

"It's almost time for the fruit to bloom, and we've got a few more women who have grown up, and a few more children who don't need to be fed anymore, and it's time to find another tribe. In this way, when the child is born, it is exactly when the snow melts. ”

The old grandmother spoke out with years of experience, which is an opportunity and a way for the tribe to grow.

The children of the tribe generally choose to be born when the snow melts, and it is possible that the old grandmother does not know why, but only based on experience.

Liu Jian speculated that it may be because the production in late winter and early spring is relatively small, and it can also reduce infant mortality. This is the role of the old grandmother, the wisdom that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

At this time, people did not know why, but the long-term struggle with nature has made people aware of it.

Men and women are going to this event, and while women can bring new populations to the tribe, men also need to leave seeds for other tribes in exchange.

There was no other opinion at the meeting, and the old grandmother told everyone to prepare as much food as possible these days, because other tribes were far away from here.

Chen Jian looked at the cousins around him, all of them were dirty, and the women from other tribes were similar.

I have detached myself from animal nature, and the kind of mating for the sake of reproduction is still difficult to accept for the time being. Besides, even if you accept it, it will be impossible for the girl you are looking for to come to the tribe with you, and your head will definitely be green in a few years!

Until the productive forces have reached a certain stage, this marriage custom can ensure that there will be no consanguineous marriage, because the child needs to breastfeed, and the father obviously does not have this function, and the child can only follow the mother, and may be closer to the uncle.

It is a matriarchal society, but it is not a matriarchal society, and women have the same power as men.

Women and men, in this day and age, it is like collecting taxes and fines.

Taxes are stable, probably not much, but collecting wild fruits, seeds, eggs, roots, and the like can at least ensure the survival of the tribe.

Fines are volatile, and may sometimes be staggering, but hunting is too much luck and danger before bows and arrows come along.

If you don't have the ability of men to support their families independently, you want to build a patriarchal society, which is pure dreaming.

With the development of society, when men can cultivate the land alone, women will become vassals of men. After that, women want to get the same right to speak as now, but they are afraid that they will have to wait a long time.

When women can make money in labor-intensive industries such as textile mills, and when men are caught in the trenches and torn apart by machine guns, women become human again.

A woman has undergone a transformation from a human being, to a matable object, and back to a human being. This change was bought with the blood and sweat of a sweltering factory thousands of years later, not some kind of human conscience and compassion.

Everything in the world, crumpled and broken, is actually the interests of ****, but it always falls into a sad circle.

In this day and age, do you want to take your sister out and have private property? Yes, grab your little stone axe and go alone, as for how long you will survive is up to your luck. Even if you get through it, what if you have a child? Can you keep your wife and nursing children alive with a stone axe alone? When you are sick, will your wife be able to take care of the children alone while hunting and feeding you? If you can't, then you can only obediently squat in the tribe and obey the rules of the times.

"If you don't want to wear green, you have to develop productive forces."

As for the girl who doesn't have a fragrant smell.,That's not a problem.,You can cultivate Lori.。 There is no girl who made it herself.,Anyway, it's not an orangutan with black hair.,It's a person whose body hair has degenerated.。

After thinking about all this, the idea is clear.

When everyone else was asleep, he kept vigil with his cousin "Wolfskin".

Wolfskin is the son of his aunt, and there are only a handful of tribal words, and the only way to name people is to use these strange names.

After adding a lot of wood to the bonfire, Jian Chen used a stone knife to break open the elm wood, revealing the tough core inside, and scraped it as smooth as possible.

The wolf skin looked at Jian Chen strangely, not knowing what he was doing.

"I'll sleep first, and you wake me up when the star comes to the mouth of the cave."

Wolf Skin pointed to a very bright star in the distance, Chen Jian couldn't recognize what star it was, at least not in the memory of his previous life.

Soon, the wolfskin was snoring loudly around the campfire.

Chen Jian polished this section of the trunk with stones, which was not perfect, but it already had a little rudimentary shape.

He cut a notch on both sides of the wood with a stone knife, rubbed a piece of bark fiber as a bowstring, used his right knee as a lever fulcrum, sandwiched the bow between his legs, hooked the bow with his left ankle, bent it into the shape of a crescent moon, and hung the bowstring.

A few slender branches were stripped of their outer skins, and a few decorative pheasant tail feathers were found in the cave, and tied to one end with wood fibers to serve as the tail feathers of the arrows.

The other end burned in the fire for a while, and after carbonization, it was easy to rub out the tip on the ground.

I tried to pull the simple bow, it was very heavy, the elasticity was average, and it didn't take long to lose its elasticity or shatter.

If you want to use it for a long time, you must trap the bow, keep the different bends for a long time, and soak it in oil.

But if it's just a makeshift thing, it should last a few days, and now it's a rice flower, so don't be hungry.

Outside the cave, the call of owls could be heard from time to time, but probably because of this bonfire, no fierce beast dared to approach.

He put away his simple longbow, added some wood to the fire, and waited until the stars had risen to the mouth of the cave, and woke up the wolfskin, and fell asleep by the fire.

Tomorrow, another hunt awaits him.