Even without God, humanity is still doing well. The only thing that keeps people awake at night is that one day the gods abandon mankind, and mankind loses the protection of the gods, and it turns into smoke in the world.

"Force is the foundation of the race, and pinning the safety on others is absolutely undesirable!" Yang Sanyang looked at the bright moon in the sky, he couldn't think of where the future of the human race was.

If human beings want to rise in the wilderness, they must master their own power after all, rather than relying on the protection of the gods.

"The human race should be self-reliant!" Yang Sanyang's eyes flashed, looking at the black wolf crying and howling in the wilderness, he couldn't help but sink in his heart, outside the land blessed by the gods, a pair of green eyes stared at the tribe, if it weren't for the bonfire in front of the cave, I was afraid that this group of beasts would break in.

The flames made the beasts suffer enough, and when they saw the flames, they retreated from afar, and did not dare to approach a single inch.

Even if the old priest was there, the beasts only roared in a low voice for a while, and then retreated helplessly.

As the sun rose, Yang Sanyang let out a breath of cold air, swallowed up a stomach of cold wind, and swept across the melting and thawing earth, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

Fishing is still the theme of the day.

However, after catching fish, except for most of them, they are left for food, and a small part is thrown into the fish pond for breeding.

After cutting down a pile of bamboo trees, Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a fine light, and then he began to weave bamboo rows.

He had already thought of the scene of sitting on a bamboo raft and going up to the river to fish in the future, and it would be great if he could plant a few lotus flowers in the river.

Finally, seven or eight days passed, the river finally filled the pond, countless small trees on the bank took root in the soil, and Yang Sanyang's bamboo raft was ready.

In the astonished eyes of countless primitive people, Yang Sanyang leisurely rowed the bamboo raft and floated in the water, causing the pond chickens and dogs to jump, and countless fish jumped up, and landed on the bamboo row unexpectedly, but Yang Sanyang kicked it back into the pond.

The water in the pond was so clear that Yang Sanyang thought that he had to find vegetation that could survive in the water and plant it to bake the fish against the scorching sun.

Then, a cold wind blew, and a leaf fell on Yang Sanyang's shoulder.

Slowly holding the leaf in his hand, Yang Sanyang's pupils suddenly shrank: "The leaf is yellow!"

The leaves are yellow, and the Cyraceous period is coming.

On weekdays, the night is cold and freezes the undead plants and trees, but the Cretaceous can make everything depressed, which shows the power of the Cretaceous Period, the kind of cold, which is by no means something that humans can resist.

"Firewood! Enough firewood is the key to human beings getting through the Cretaceous Period!" Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the lush trees in the distance, and he didn't know when it was stained with a faint yellow.

Fortunately, in this wild world, there are primeval forests everywhere, and there is no shortage of firewood. It's just that the trees in the primeval forest are too hard, and it is difficult to cut down and store enough firewood.

Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a flash of divine light, but it was a pity that there was no iron ore in this world, otherwise he would have a way to make a saw.

After all, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, even if he has more ways in his mind, he can't do it.

As if a premonition of the arrival of the Cretaceous Period, the beasts of the mountains and forests hunted more frantically, hoping to store enough fat to survive the hibernation day.

Yang Sanyang stroked his chin, looked into the distance with a pair of eyes, and then looked at the river under his feet, then dragged the bamboo raft ashore, roared at a group of primitive people, and began to assign tasks continuously.

The final hunt, fruit picking, firewood gathering.

Eat less jerky in winter, maybe you won't starve to death, after all, everyone is in the cave and inactive. But if there is no firewood, there will only be frozen to death.

The withered branches were picked up, and the brawny men kept shaking the branches back and forth on the tree, destroying the decaying trees, and then pulling them to the cave.

Thousands of people use one winter portion of firewood, and if there is less chopping, it will not be enough to burn.

Primitive man was born in heaven and earth, and spent countless Cretaceous periods without dying, naturally knowing the horror of the Cretaceous Period, countless bloody lessons have been accumulated, and all primitive people know what they should do at this time.

There are mountains of firewood piled up, and at a glance there are not dozens of them.

Thousands of people went to collect firewood, and although the people used a large portion, they also picked up firewood quickly.

"The most resistant to burning of all trees belongs to the kind of big tree similar to pine, but unfortunately this kind of big tree is as hard as iron, and it is not an ordinary difficulty for primitive people to deduce it by their own strength!" Yang Sanyang stood under a big tree similar to a pine tree, looking at the oil flowing from the big tree, which is a natural material for lamp oil and torches, and Yang Sanyang is reluctant to waste this kind of big tree.

Not too many, there are 100 of these pine trees, enough to consume the torches used by primitive man for a year.

Picked off the slightly red leaves, put them to his mouth and blew them, which attracted the attention of Yah, and looked at him with big quirky eyes, clumsily stretched out his fingers to pick up a leaf, and put it to his mouth only to hear the sound of 'poof', without the slightest crisp sound, but it was the angry Ye who threw the leaf on the ground and trampled it violently.

"Hahaha!ha!" Yang Sanyang laughed heartily and lowered his head to pick herbs.

The strong man went to the mountains to collect firewood and hunt, while the woman picked and stockpiled fruit trees at home.

Herbs are an important commodity in winter, and once the Cold Ceceous period falls, the whole land will be covered with snowflakes, and it will be impossible to pick herbs by then. As a visionary person, Yang Sanyang naturally will not fail to prepare.

Carefully packing the herbs, Yang Sanyang looked at the skin on his body, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that he needed to make a back basket.

It's just that weaving the back basket needs to have the tender strips of trees, and it needs to be in the spring season, and I think a little too much now.

When he came to the dock, looking at the fishing men in his tribe, and then looking at the water of the mighty river in Poland, Yang Sanyang's heart suddenly moved: "There are still such fish on the bank, I don't know if there is a water demon hiding in the middle of the river." If you can hunt the water demon, the people of your own tribe will wash your hair and cut the marrow....... ”

It's a pity that there are countless dangers in the river, and Yang Sanyang doesn't have the courage to go down. Even if he sat on the bamboo raft, he didn't dare, because he had seen a monster the size of a house stirring the waves in the river, and the bamboo raft was a small toy in front of such monsters.

The shore has not been done by itself, how dare you enter the river at will and wade into the muddy water?

"But if I get a rod long enough, and a man will stand on the shore and go fishing...... I can't test it in advance to see what mysteries are in the river......" Yang Sanyang was a little moved.

There is no fishing rod tens of meters long, but he can make a thousand-meter-long hemp rope, and it doesn't matter if the rod is shorter, as long as the hemp rope is long enough.

When the time comes, it's a big deal to stand at the high point of your own standing, and throw the fishing line down, what's the big deal?

As for making a fish hook, it's not difficult, the fish demon hunted last time, there are still bones, and after careful polishing, it is inevitable to make a fish hook.

Curiosity is human nature, and now primitive people can hunt on the shore, so Yang Sanyang hit the target in the middle of the river in the distance, wanting to go over and wade through the muddy water first.

Yang Sanyang turned all the way to the cave, found his sleeping cave, took out the pile of boiled bones, selected a fish bone, and then began to polish it slowly.

Yang Sanyang actually thought a little too much, this is a real dragon bone, can it be ground by stone?

Of course, the stone couldn't grind the real dragon bones, and it was enough to grind more than a dozen pieces of bluestone, and there was no damage to the bones, and Yang Sanyang fell into contemplation again.

The stone can't grind the real dragon bones, so you can only find another way.

"These bones are so hard!" Yang Sanyang slammed his mouth, his eyes showed a hint of annoyance, he rummaged through his treasures, and then took out the gray flint drill.

Looking at the flint diamond's almost jade-like body, Yang Sanyang tentatively picked up the real dragon bone and rubbed it, and then saw a layer of dust roll up, and the real dragon bone finally moved.

Seeing that the bones of the real dragon were sharpened, Yang Sanyang suddenly came to his senses, so he simply didn't do anything all day, just polished the hook.

It took three days to polish the hook, and then Yang Sanyang began to knead the hemp rope again, the fishing hemp rope should not be too thick, but it should not be too thin.

He is not worried that the hemp rope will be bitten by the big fish in the river, he has the blessing of Skynet in his body, who can tear off the silk thread of Skynet?

The hemp rope is neither thick nor thin, only the thickness of a grain of rice, but it is long enough, and it took him half a month to knead the thousand-meter-long hemp rope.

Thread the twine through the hook and look for the rod.

Look for a good fishing rod that you can better borrow.

Yang Sanyang stayed in the cave for half a month, and finally walked out of the cave again, at this time, a cold wind was blowing in the whole world, and the leaves on the ground were piled up and spread in a thick layer.

In the distance, wild beasts walked back and forth around the tribe, screaming uneasily, their eyes full of murderous intent, but they did not dare to approach.

The territory of human beings, for some time, has made all the beasts fearful, and has become a forbidden area for wild beasts.

In the daytime, the beasts would never dare to approach the human settlement.

"If you want to find a strong enough fishing rod, there is a tree that suits you!"

Yang Sanyang walked in the primeval forest, the torch in his hand swaying back and forth, startling the beasts to retreat far away.

"I remember that there is a kind of tree here, like jade, three years long and an inch, not afraid of storms, thunderstorms, with the essence of the sun and the moon plants and trees as nourishment, only at the moment of the spring thunder explosion every year, will the accumulated power for a year be released for growth, and then after the thunder, the grass and trees will regain their silence, and continue to accumulate the power of the essence of the sun and the moon between heaven and earth!" Yang Sanyang's thoughts flowed in his heart, and then his footsteps suddenly stopped, he had already seen the goal of his trip.

A jade-like tree is quietly rooted in the hazy smoke, as if it is independent of the world, unstained with dust.