April 20th, sunny.
"Wang Wangji, Wang Wangji..."
The sun gradually became hotter, and the cicadas on the trees began to cry endlessly. Although the weather was not at the hottest time, walking under the sun was still sweaty.
Above the ancient vines on the stone mountain, the giant dragonfly also stopped under the huge branches and leaves of the ancient vines to rest. Only in the morning and evening will they catch all kinds of big bugs and eat them.
Yesterday, the Vine tribe hunted two big game, and the meat they got was enough to eat for several days, so in such hot weather, they could stay in the tribe to rest and not have to go out hunting.
It is rare for five people to have a little free time to do something they like.
Jiang Xuan planned to make another stone knife. He went upstream along the stream to find a suitable stone, but found that Nan Xing was sitting on a stone by the stream, not knowing what he was doing.
"Nan Xing, what are you doing here?" Jiang Xuan asked curiously.
Nan Xing raised his head and showed Jiang Xuan what he was holding: "Boss, I want to be a bone whistle."
"Bone whistle?"
Jiang Xuan walked over and found that Nan Xing was holding a hollow bird leg bone in his left hand and a sharp stone in his right hand. A small hole had been drilled at one end of the leg bone.
Jiang Xuan knows that the original bone whistle is generally made of hollow bird leg bones. Some have single holes, some have double holes, and some have three holes. The more holes, the more tones that can be emitted.
"How many holes do you want to drill?" Jiang Xuan asked.
"Drill three holes. I think people in the tribe do this. They can use a bone whistle to make the sound of a deer croak."
Using a bone whistle to make the sound of deer chirping is a unique skill of the deer tribe. They can use a simple bone whistle to make the deer chirping sound vivid and even attract real deer.
"Go ahead and drill, and blow it for me."
"okay."
Nan Xing continued to drill again. Although the bird's leg bone is hollow, its hardness is relatively high. It is not easy to drill a suitable hole. It takes a lot of time and patience.
Jiang Xuan continued to follow the stream to find suitable stones. The further he walked towards the stone mountain, the more stones there were in the stream, and the easier it was to find suitable stones.
Jiang Xuan searched for a long time, and finally found a stone suitable for making stone knives in the stream. This stone is very hard, and the fracture is very sharp after breaking, but it is also relatively brittle and easy to break, so it is only suitable for short stone knives.
If you want to make a stone knife with high hardness and enough hardness, you need to find gem-level stones, and gem-level stones are relatively rare.
Therefore, a good stone knife is rare, and is often regarded as a treasure by the tribesmen.
"Ding ding ding..."
Jiang Xuan used another stone to tap the stone he wanted to make a stone knife along the lines of the stone. After doing this kind of work for a while, he was able to master it more proficiently.
As he kept knocking, the stone cracked along the grain and turned into several stone flakes of different sizes.
Jiang Xuan chose the most suitable piece, and carefully continued to knock it into the shape of a knife. This process requires great care. If you are not careful, the knife blank may be knocked out.
Fortunately, Jiang Xuan's hand was very stable, and luck was also good. He successfully knocked the stone chip into a blade that was more than 20 centimeters long.
Afterwards, he found another stone by the stream and carefully sharpened the knife to a more suitable shape.
After everything was done, several hours had passed. Jiang Xuan returned with the blade blank. After he went back, he would use animal horns to attach the handle to the blade blank and sharpen its edge even more sharply. .
This is a job that requires a lot of patience. Every tool of the tribe takes a lot of time to make. People without patience cannot make a good tool.
When Jiang Xuan was halfway there, he found that Nan Xing was still there. He leaned over to take a look and saw that Nan Xing's bone whistle had basically been made.
"Boss, look, my bone whistle is ready!"
Nan Xing happily held the bone whistle to Jiang Xuan, like a child showing off a new toy, with a bright smile on his face.
This bone whistle was taken from the middle leg bone of the big bird. It is about fifteen centimeters long. There are round holes on the left and right sides, and a hole in the middle.
Jiang Xuan watched it for a while and found it quite interesting: "Blow it to me."
"it is good!"
Nan Xing picked up the bone whistle with both hands, put his mouth on the hole in the middle and blew in. Two index fingers pressed the other two holes. As he pressed and released his index finger, a primitive bone whistle sounded. .
Although it can only emit a few simple tones, the sound is very long and penetrating, like deer chirping and bird chirping, which makes it hard to forget.
Of course, Nan Xing wasn't very proficient in blowing, and it would take a lot of practice to attract the big horned deer with the whistle.
With an encouraging smile on his face, Jiang Xuan said, "Nan Xing, you play very well. Sooner or later, you will be able to attract the big horned deer just like the deer tribe hunting team members by the sound of your whistle!"
Jiang Xuan's encouragement greatly increased Nan Xing's confidence. He held the bone whistle and said confidently, "Boss, I will definitely do it!"
Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "I believe in you!"
"Um!"
Nan Xing nodded heavily, then followed Jiang Xuan to the bamboo house.
Before you know it, the time has come to the afternoon.
Although they don't need to go out to hunt, as the weather gets hotter, the plants grow rapidly, and there are more and more beasts stealing the crops near the farmland, and they can't catch them all.
In order to prevent the crops from being eaten up, Jiang Xuan and the others needed to set up a large number of traps near the cultivated land every afternoon, and they could often harvest a lot of prey in the morning.
In the evening, after Jiang Xuan, Chi Shao and others set up a lot of traps, they looked at the incomplete crops on the edge of the arable land and said helplessly: "Good food is about to become a hunting bait."
Chishao said: "I think this is not bad, it can add a lot of food to the tribe every day."
Jiang Xuan was right when he thought about it. Anyway, the purpose of growing crops is to increase food. Now that the crops are not yet mature, they have brought so much meat to the tribe, which is considered a success.
What's more, most of the plants they plant now are tubers or roots. Even if the ground part is eaten, it will still grow, but the yield will be lower.
After thinking about this, Jiang Xuan was in a better mood, and his eyes softened a lot when he looked at the beast paths that the beasts walked out of.
Anyway, the wasteland has just been opened up, and within a year or two, the yield of crops will not be very high. The beasts can come as soon as they want. When the wasteland is planted into mature land, the nearby beasts should be almost eaten by the vine tribe.
"Go, go back."
Jiang Xuan arranged the last trap and returned to the bamboo house with everyone in a happy mood, estimating how many prey these traps could catch tomorrow.
The sun is gradually setting.
The afterglow of the setting sun formed a fiery cloud that dyed half of the sky red. The ancient vines on the stone mountain were covered with a layer of orange-red light. Even the giant dragonflies that stayed on the ancient vines looked a little more mysterious.
The smoke from the kitchen rose in the bamboo house, and the tourists who had been working all day returned home. The sun was setting in the west and the moon was rising in the east, but all kinds of birds, beasts, and insects in the forest gradually became active...
With the arrival of the new year, Qingshi wishes all book friends a prosperous year of the tiger, the dragon and the tiger are fierce, and the wealth is rolling in.
In the new year, we will continue the new story.