In the cave in the distance, the women left at home looked outside nervously, and uneasiness spread among the crowd.

The golden crow has fallen, and the osmanthus soul has not yet soared, adding a little darkness; the owl cries at night, and the lonely wolf roars, making it even more desolate.

The old grandmother looked outside, and from time to time, a woman shouted loudly into the distance, but she could not hear the echo.

Usually, no matter whether you catch prey or not, it will return. At night, only caves are safe.

Worry and panic are fully displayed in every woman's eyes. For a tribe, men are indispensable.

Relying closely on collection cannot survive the winter, and it is easily annexed by the rest of the tribes or even attacked by wild beasts.

They were worried about whether their brothers encountered some terrifying beasts, and whether their sons encountered some unexpected accidents.

My grandmother was even more worried about the future of the tribe. If those people really encountered danger, the tribe would weaken.

That kind of marriage between tribes is also based on equal strength.

Once there are very few men in your tribe, they may be annexed by other tribes and kill young children.

At this time, human animal nature has not completely subsided. Women rely on their animal instinct during breastfeeding to reject other males and will only go into heat again after killing the cubs.

And these children who are still breastfeeding have grandmother's blood flowing on their bodies, and she doesn't want to see such a thing happen.

Matriarchal society is not a matriarchal society. The meaning of women as leaders is determined by the convenience of distinguishing bloodlines and reproduction advantages.

Men often have not long lifespans due to hunting, and they can only rely on women like grandmothers to inherit wisdom and experience.

The man who hunted today has not returned yet, so it can be said that the fate of the tribe is destined.

I must have encountered a ferocious beast group that dispersed the crowd. Once I was alone, I could not survive in the forest.

Several women shouted in sorrow, and the grandmother looked at the quiet jungle with sadness in her eyes.

Those hunting people are their own sons or grandchildren, and the family ties formed by blood cannot be separated.

The sky became darker and darker, and the despair in these people's hearts became heavier.

Chen Jian's mother was crazily piled up branches in the bonfire, as if she wanted to use the fire to guide her son and brothers' way back. The fire cast her shadow on the stone wall, jumping endlessly, desperate and crazy.

The sound of beeping flames echoed in the cave, and the elm seeds followed behind their mother and cried, looking forward to their brother's return.

However, the more the flames burn, the deeper the despair.

Finally, the women in the cave called out, and then the second voice shouted together, the third, the fourth... finally gathered together, the sad waves and the sea of ​​despair hit the stone wall, echoing the pine waves, alarming countless night birds.

Suddenly, a thick and rough roar came from a distance, and the old grandmother's eyes suddenly became much brighter. She stood up suddenly, walked to the entrance of the cave tremblingly, and looked into the distance.

The women heard the excitement in the roar, couldn't help but scream, pulled out the firewood from the fire, and rushed to the bottom of the mountain.

In the starry sky, their brothers and their sons carried their prey and ran towards the cave.

The roars mixed with the style of beasts and the joy of human nature have been heard far away.

Chen Jian's mother rushed to her son, hugged her strong body, cried and kept stroking the beast teeth hanging around her neck.

The old grandmother finally let go of her heart. She took out the bark with knots and counted the people who came back, and brought back five preys and many birds.

Wolf skin publicized the hunting in the crowd, especially the story Chen Jian told and the magical bow and arrow.

An aunt carefully took the bow and arrow, and couldn't believe that it was such a simple thing that would make hunting so much.

People gathered next to the fire and worshiped the bow and arrow, and the blood of slaughtering the deer was poured on the bow and arrow.

Several women leaned over and drank deer blood, which was a way to replenish salt.

In addition, in Chen Jian's memory, people from the tribe sometimes go to a dry saline-alkali land to retrieve the soil there or lick the stones there. The saline-alkali rich in impurities are very bitter, but at least they will not cause the electrolyte imbalance due to the lack of salt.

Blood is a good way to replenish salt, but it is rare to catch live prey when hunting. It’s okay for men to say, but women can only rely on licking stones to replenish.

The clan members' feelings are unrestrained but have no lingering charm. Now that they are back, they only know how to be happy, express their joy in a simple and natural way, and become busy again.

The women were responsible for peeling and barbecuing. The grandmother sat next to the fire, listening to the wolf skin telling the origin of the bow and arrow, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

That kind of black and white bear I saw when I was very young when I moved with the tribe!

But she hasn't seen her again in recent years, and it was the second time that Chen Jian went out to hunt. Could it be that the black and white bear is really the soul of his ancestors protecting the tribe?

She glanced at Chen Jian, who was next to the fire, was raising the bow and arrow, and repeated the names of the two items at the top of her lungs.

Language continues to develop with the progress of mankind. Since there has been a mature language system in the past life, then some things that have not yet appeared should be named by yourself.

The bow with deer blood dripped was particularly bright red under the flames, and the harvest of prey made the two words bow and arrow have a different color.

After a few glances, my grandmother believed that what Chen Jian said was true. It must be the tips my ancestors gave to the tribe in their dreams. Otherwise, how could this newly-adult child know so much?

This is a good thing for the tribe, and the tribe may really be able to survive and grow in the wilderness.

While listening to Chen Jian’s story, the women cut venison with stone knives. Chen Jian’s ten-year-old sister Yu Qianer told her brother about her worries, because the blood-related ethnic group was connected, although everyone was very close, they were still different from each other.

I looked at this newly developed little sister, her face was covered with mud, which highlighted her shiny big eyes.

Two tears under the corners of his eyes washed away the dust, but at this moment there was a smile on his face. The cute little girl, who might be the same father and Chen Jian, might not be, but at least the same mother.

Chen Jian asked for three little birds from the wolf skin, handed them to his sister's hand, and caught a few little tide insects in the corner of the cave. He called out, letting the birds open their mouths and feed them.

Yuqianer was interesting to watch, and hurriedly flipping through the stones to find all kinds of insects that he had hated before, and pinched them in his hands.

Some people were feeding the birds in a good manner, and several little girls also surrounded them and looked at the three little birds curiously.

The women laughed and wiped the tears and new sweat from their faces with the back of their hands. The men who had been tired for a day felt a feeling similar to home for the first time.

Amid laughter, Chen Jian stared at the big fat bird in his hand, thinking that it would be best if this thing tastes delicious. If the meat is so nutritious and sour, there is no need to think about taming it. It is better to go to find chickens, ducks and geese honestly.

Use a stone knife to cut open the internal organs of the big fat bird and throw them outside the cave together with the internal organs of the deer.

Several wolves, who were already in symbiosis with the people of the tribe, shook their tails and maintained a safe distance.

After Chen Jian returned to the cave, he immediately rushed to the internal organs and bitten it. This was much easier than hunting in the wild.

He dug a small hole on the ground, put some stones, made a fire and heated the stones, wrapped the fat birds with grass leaves, placed them on the stones with another layer of sand and soil, reigniting the charcoal.

When the women roasted the venison meat, Chen Jian also dug up the mound of soil and took out the fat bird.

The tribe looked at this cooking method curiously, smelling the fresh fragrance that was different from the burnt smell, and looked here greedily, but no one moved.

The roasted fat bird, just need to use light force, the feathers on it will fall off, revealing its white and tender skin and soft but not burnt flesh.

My grandmother smelled it and it did taste different from the baked ones. She tried to pinch it with her hands, which was softer than those baked ones and more suitable for children and people with teeth problems.

Yuqier and several children surrounded the old grandmother, staring at the completely different fat bird. The smell of leaves and grass was mixed with the damp smell, which was much better than the burnt venison.

Because it was the first time cooking like this, all the grandmothers divided a little bit each. A few people took it into their hands and couldn't wait to fill it in their mouths, not caring about the scalding and making satisfactory screams.

Chen Jian took a small piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while, very happy.

Although the meat of this bird is not as tender as that of chicken, duck, goose, and is a little older, it tastes pretty good, at least not sour or sour.

In this era when you may be hungry at any time, don’t pursue perfection. No matter what, this kind of bird looks suitable for domestication.

Since this kind of bird can be eaten, then domestication starts with this kind of bird. Maybe in thousands of years, the fifth world-wide poultry will appear in the world.

Called her sister Yuqier over and told her that she would feed these three birds every day in the future, so that she could continue to eat these birds when she grew up.

Yuqianer licked her lips, recalling the smell of birds, and nodded firmly.

The old grandmother looked at the children with a smile, waved at Chen Jian and asked Chen Jian to come over.

"Grandma, what kind of bird is this?"

Chen Jian wanted to know what this kind of bird is called by people from the tribe. His grandmother recalled and thought about what the tribe called this kind of bird in the past. The bird's cry was always duoduo, so he told his grandson: "Doduo."

"Dodo?"

Chen Jian looked at the bird bones on the ground and was amazed by the name, but did not notice the difference between Dodo and Dodo, and fell into despair for a moment.

"Dodo? Where is this fucking? Could it be on a small island?"

The grandmother looked at Chen Jian’s expression strangely, wondering why her grandson suddenly became so excited.

She didn't know either, and Chen Jian didn't know the difference between Dodo and Dodo.

Of course, if she told Chen Jian that black and white bears she had seen when she was a child, her grandson would be even excited.
Chapter completed!