The Great Talisman

　　Since the river monster has been eradicated and the biggest fishing crisis has disappeared, Yang Sanyang certainly will not waste resources.

　　 The fish demon aura gradually dissipated in the river water. The fish and shrimp that were driven away by it in the past are slowly returning, and the whole river is gradually returning to its former vitality.

　　 The weaving of fishing nets is more difficult and precise than hunting nets, so the efficiency is lower. With the delay of hunting, worshipping the gods and other things of the whole tribe, there are only eight fishing nets made today.

　　 Although there are only eight fishing nets, the river water is rich in materials. If you can plan well, enough for the tribe to survive, it is much better than to endure starvation.

　　 Lost the response of the gods, we must let the primitive people see the hope of survival and survival, and cannot live in anxiety all day long.

　　 Yang Sanyang led the five hundred tribesmen and went all the way to the river. Everyone carried the fishing nets and followed Yang Sanyang. They didn't know what to think, but since the son of God asked him to go, he just went.

　　 Coming to the edge of the river bank, the dock has been rebuilt. Yang Sanyang held the fishing net and scanned the crystal clear river with his eyes. There was a little divine light in his eyes. Then he suddenly rotated his body and threw the fishing net away with the help of centrifugal force.

　　 Wow~

　　 The water wave splashed, Yang Sanyang pulled the net suddenly, but saw that the river water seemed to explode, crackling, and the water waves kept splashing and rippling away. Yang Sanyang staggered, not only did not pull the net, but was almost dragged by the net.

　　 The primitive people around saw the opportunity to help Yang Sanyang to tighten the net rope, and then saw the river wave flowing and crackling, accompanied by the shouting of the primitive people, countless fish and shrimp were dragged up.

　　 a two-meter-long big fish, a basin-sized lobster, I am afraid that the net has not caught three tons of prey.

　　 God knows why the fish and shrimps are so dense in the river, and how these fish and shrimps survive, but all of this has nothing to do with Yang Sanyang. He was looking at the basin-sized lobster with his eyes shining.

　　 "It's worth it! Such a big lobster, I am afraid that later generations may not have it!" Yang Sanyang greeted everyone, dragged the fishing net back, and then continued to direct the primitive people to hunt fish and shrimp.

"No..." Yang Sanyang suddenly stopped, his eyes looked at the magnificent river water, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes: "If you use a fishing net, you can catch countless fish and shrimps in one day, and you can't eat them. Finish. If so many fish and shrimps are all dried into dried fish, wouldn't it be a waste of good things?"

　　 One net is enough to feed two or three hundred people. There are about 7,000 people in the tribe. Eight nets only need to be sprinkled two or three times a day, which is enough for the tribe to eat.

There are also prey hunted in the mountains and forests, and children and the elderly eat less. In other words, it is enough to hang the net a dozen times a day. It takes only two quarters of an hour to hang the net. Isn’t the rest of the time all for nothing? wasted?

"Fish that can't be eaten, why not raise them in captivity? The wild climate changes, and the fish and shrimps in the river also have a breeding period..." A ray of light flashed in his mind, and his eyes flashed with divine light, and his heart began to quickly think about breeding fish. Things.

　　 The meat and bones that humans can't eat every day are the favorites of fish and shrimps thrown into the river water. In addition, there are various large leaves in the wilderness, which are most suitable for fish farming.

　　A gleam of divine light flashed in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and along with the other fishing nets, the primitive people were seen exclaiming, dragging the fish and shrimp and rushing to the tribe.

　　 Eight fishing nets returned with a full load. A pile of fish piled up at the entrance of the cave. Numerous fish and shrimps kept jumping. They were arrested by the female primitives, and a killing began.

　　 Some primitive people saw that eight nets had caught so many fish, they couldn't help their eyes light up, and wanted to pick up the net and continue fishing, but Yang Sanyang stopped it.

　　 Facing Yang Sanyang's restraint, the primitive people's eyes were full of confusion. I don't know why their **** son blocked him. Isn't it good to catch more fish and shrimp?

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't explain, and don't explain. In this primitive tribe, the authority of the family is unquestionable. Although the primitive people were puzzled, they quietly chose to obey Yang Sanyang's orders.

　　 is the day

　　 A grilled fish banquet, the whole tribe cheered, countless primitive people ate the grilled fish with a touch of enjoyment in their eyes.

　　 Fish and shrimp are precious things in this era. Fish and shrimp survive in the water, but they cannot be caught by primitive people.

　　 With the plan of cultivating fish, Yang Sanyang had an idea in his mind. He scanned the entire primitive tribe with his eyes, looking for low-lying places to open up fish soup.

Don’t tell me, I really taught him to find a suitable place for fish farming. Just at the foot of the mountain where primitive people lived, there was a low-lying place. The low-lying was three kilometers long and 800 meters wide. It is suitable for fish farming.

　　 The most important thing is that this low-lying place is only a few kilometers away from the river channel, and it is much lower than the river channel. As long as the water from the river channel is drawn, it is a living water.

After all, the river is outside of the great wasteland, and there are unexplainable monsters living in it. It is too dangerous for everyone to fish by the river. It should be noted that there are many old monsters in the river water that have not survived for many years, and the fishing nets are simply tied up. Can't hold each other.

　　 Yang Sanyang looked at the low-lying place and constantly measured the size of the fish pond. The deepest part of the fish pond was only ten meters, which seemed a little insufficient.

　　 If in the previous life, ten meters is enough to raise fish, but in this world, once the Cretaceous arrives, ten meters of fish ponds may be frozen through.

　　 dig a fish pond!

　　 Men, women, old and young went into battle, Yang Sanyang decided to dig the fish ponds to a depth of ten meters, which is not difficult for primitive people who have thousands of catties.

　　 As for moving the soil, how to transport the soil to the outside is not difficult. Just spread the fishing net and cover the surface of the fishing net with layers of house-sized'banana leaves', which are enough to transport the soil easily.

　　 Thousands of primitive people work day and night. Yang Sanyang wears a big cloak and feels the coolness in the air. Although he has a dragon ball body to protect him from the cold and heat, he also knows that the cold breath is not far from the noses of the people below.

　　 In only five days' time, the prototype of the pond has been dug, and the spring water was accidentally dug out. This is too good news for Yang Sanyang.

　　 With living water, you can raise fish even if you don’t stand the river water.

　　 However, Yang Sanyang still decided to dig a ditch to draw the river water. River water is not the same as spring water, and many small animals in the river water may be able to swim along the ditch, and the two sides exchange nutrients with each other.

　　 A primitive man with infinite power, much easier to use than an excavator!

　　 In a day, the ditch is well opened, the ditch is not wide, only Michel. The depth is only mile, and people who fall into it can not only take water for bathing, but also drink.

　　 Then with the last shovel, the river barrier collapsed, and the mighty river water poured in endlessly, and the muddy sand was rolled up in a moment, and the whole river was muddy.

　　 After a short quarter of an hour, the river became clear again. From time to time, some small fish, shrimps, crabs, and tortoises swam past the ditch, and fell into the fish pond with the rushing river water.

　　 The pit is 3,000 meters long, 800 meters wide, and 20 meters deep. I don’t need a few days or nights to fill this place.

　　 Yang Sanyang did not care about the fish pond, but led the tribe to prepare things for the winter, planting saplings around the pond, and if he had the opportunity to raise silkworms in the future, he might be able to weave silk.

　　 However, when he came to this world, he did not discover the existence of silkworms.

　　 "This fish and shrimp are delicious. It's really a day when gods don't change. Unfortunately, there is no wine!" Yang Sanyang tore the prawns, his eyes full of intoxication.

　　The Great Wild World, there is no shortage of seasonings, all kinds of sweets and bitters, as long as you have the heart, you can find them.

　　 "Before the arrival of the Cold Cretaceous, perhaps we can consider opening up a piece of farmland to plant a variety of spices... to lay a foundation for the transformation of farming in the future" Yang Sanyang was eating a large lobster while thinking about various things.

　　 Looking at the bright moon on the horizon, the frost is coming between the sky and the earth. Because of the approach of the Cold Cretaceous, the night temperature is getting more and more cold.

Holding the fish soup, Yang Sanyang stepped on the moonlight and felt the frozen land. The frozen river water had stopped flowing, and a strange touch appeared in his eyes: "The mysterious world of great fortune, the night is like a cold winter, but the day is Warm like summer, these two extreme weathers, outside plants have never been frozen to death~www.wuxiahere.com~ is also a strange story."

　　 A bunch of bonfires raged in the dark night, and the old priest in front of the altar still knelt on the ground, and his voice had become hoarse.

　　 Even if there is a campfire, I still feel the chill.

　　 Fish soup was placed in front of the old priest, Yang Sanyang helped the old priest and shook his head.

　　Vulcan's loss of induction was not the fault of the old priest, nor was it the primitive man who had offended the Vulcan. It was purely because the little bird occupied the Vulcan's nest and the oppressive Vulcan fell into a deep sleep and could not resist.

　　 It's a pity that the two sides couldn't communicate with each other, and he couldn't explain to each other.

　　 The old priest tremblingly picked up the fish soup, his thin body trembling constantly, a muddy tear fell from the corner of his eyes and fell into the fish soup.

　　 Looking at those eyes, Yang Sanyang's heart was shaken. Although he had no words, he understood the old sacrificial idea.

　　 The tribe can’t live without Vulcan!

　　 Without the protection of the gods, the tribe will inevitably be trampled and erased by countless demons. Even if he sacrificed his life, he would have to kowtow to invite Vulcan back.

After drinking the fish soup, the old priest touched his forehead again, and his hoarse tone echoed in the north wind.

　　 Yang Sanyang remained silent, his eyes looked at the distant sacred fire, the communication between the old priest and the fire **** was suppressed by the little bird, and the old priest's tone was not yet close to the flame, and it was resolved by the unconscious fluctuations of the little bird's body.

　　 Unless the bird leaves one day, he will never be able to communicate with Vulcan.

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't speak, but just looked at the thin body, slowly relieved the big cloak behind him, put it on the old priest, and then turned and left.

　　 He may have a way to alarm the bird, but he may not be able to afford it.

　　 He is an ambitious person, how could he risk unpredictable danger to touch that little bird?

　　 After all, human beings are doing very well now, right?