The Great Talisman

　　 Even if there is no god, human beings are still living well. The only thing that makes people sleepless at night is that one day the gods abandon mankind, and mankind loses the blessing of the gods, and it turns into a cloud of smoke in the great world.

　　 "Strength is the foundation of the race, and it is absolutely undesirable to pin the safety on others!" Yang Sanyang looked at the bright moon in the sky, and he couldn't think of the future of the human race.

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

"Human race should be self-improvement!" Yang Sanyang's eyes flickered, looking at the black wolf, crying ghost, and his heart sank. Outside the place where the gods were blessed, a pair of green eyes stared at the tribe, if not. The bonfire in front of the cave, I'm afraid these beasts will break in.

　　 Flame, the group of beasts suffered enough, seeing the flame retreating far away, did not dare to get close.

　　 Even where the old sacrifice is, the beasts just roared in a low voice for a while, and then resigned helplessly.

　　 The rising sun, Yang Sanyang let out a breath of cold air, swallowed the cold wind in his stomach, swept across the melting and thawing earth, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked.

　　 Fishing is still the theme of today.

　　 However, after catching fish, most of them are left for food, but a small part is thrown into fish ponds for pregnancy.

　　 cut down a pile of bamboo, Yang Sanyang showed light in his eyes, and then began to make bamboo rafts.

　　 He has already thought of the scene of sitting leisurely on a bamboo raft to fish in the river. It would be great if he could plant a few lotus flowers in the river.

　　 Finally, after seven or eight days, the river finally filled the pond, and countless small trees on the shore were rooted in the soil, and Yang Sanyang’s bamboo rafts were also completed.

In the astonished eyes of countless primitive people, Yang Sanyang leisurely paddling the bamboo rafts in the water, causing chickens and dogs to jump in the pond where he passed, and countless fish jumping up and falling on the bamboo rafts unexpectedly. Yang Sanyang kicked back into the pond.

　　The water in the pond is too clear, Yang Sanyang thought in his heart that he must find vegetation that can survive in the water to resist the baking of the sun.

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

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

　　 The leaves are yellow, and the Cretaceous is about to arrive.

　　 The dark night cold freezes the undead grass and trees on weekdays, but the Cold Cretaceous period can make all things depression. It can be seen that the power of the Cretaceous Period, the ice cold, is by no means humans can resist.

　　 "Firewood! Enough firewood is the key for humans to survive the Cold Cretaceous Period!" Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the lush trees in the distance, not knowing when he was stained with a faint yellow.

　　 Fortunately, in this wild world, there are virgin forests everywhere, and there is no shortage of firewood. It's just that the trees in the virgin forest are too hard. It is also very difficult to harvest enough wood for firewood.

　　 There was a glimmer of light in Yang Sanyang's eyes. Unfortunately, there is 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 methods in his mind, he can't use it.

　　 seems to foresee the arrival of the Cold Cretaceous, the wild beasts in the mountains and forests hunt more wildly, hoping to store enough fat to pass the day of hibernation.

　　 Yang Sanyang stroked his chin, looked far away, then looked at the river under his feet, then dragged the bamboo raft ashore, shouted at a group of primitive people, and began to constantly assign tasks.

　　 The last hunt, picking fruits, and collecting firewood.

　　 Eat less jerky in winter, maybe you won’t die from starvation, after all, everyone stays in the cave and doesn’t move. But if there is no firewood, there will be nothing but freezing.

　　 The rotten branches were picked up, and the strong men kept shaking the branches back and forth on the big tree, destroying the rotten trees, and then pulled them to the cave.

　　 Thousands of people use a winter amount of firewood.

　　 Primitives were born in the heavens and the earth, and they have lived through countless cold Cretaceous periods. They naturally know the horror of the Cretaceous period. Numerous **** lessons have been accumulated. The primitives know what to do at this time.

　　 is piled up into hills of firewood, and I am afraid that there are not dozens of them.

　　 Thousands of people went to collect the firewood. Although everyone used a large amount, they picked up the firewood quickly.

"The most burn-resistant of all trees belongs to the big tree that resembles pine. Unfortunately, this big tree is as hard as iron. It is not an ordinary difficulty for primitive people to infer it with their own strength!" Yang Sanyang stood in one position. Under a big tree similar to a pine, looking at the oil that the big tree exudes, it is a natural material for lamp oil and torches. This big tree, Yang Sanyang, is also reluctant to spoil it.

　　 It doesn’t need to be too much. There are a hundred of these pine trees, which are enough torches used by primitive people a year.

He took off the slightly reddish leaves and blew them on his mouth, which caught Ye’s attention. He looked at him with quirky eyes, and awkwardly stretched out his fingers to pick up a leaf, and put it on his mouth just to hear. The sound of "Puff Puff" did not make a slight sound, but it was angry that Ye threw the leaf on the ground and trampled it violently.

　　 "Hahaha! Hahaha!" Yang Sanyang laughed, lowered his head to pick herbs.

　　 The brawny man went to the mountains to collect firewood and hunting, while the woman picked and stored fruit and trees at home. The variety of unknown fruits was dazzling and feasted.

　　 Herbs are very important materials in winter. Once the Cold Cretaceous period comes, the entire land will be covered with snowflakes, and you will not be able to pick herbs by then. As a visionary, Yang Sanyang would naturally not fail to prepare.

　　 carefully packed the herbs, Yang Sanyang looked at the skin on his body, his brows were slightly frowned, he felt that he had to make a basket.

　　 It’s just that we need to have tender strips of trees to make a basket. I still have to think a little bit more when spring comes.

When he came to the dock, looking at the fishermen in his tribe, and then at the mighty waters of the great rivers in Poland, Yang Sanyang suddenly felt a move in his heart: "There are still such fish on the bank, I wonder if there is a water monster hiding in the middle of the river. Hunted the water monster, the people of their own tribe washed their hair and cut the marrow..."

　　 It's a pity, the river is so dangerous that Yang Sanyang doesn't have the guts to go down. He didn't dare to sit on the bamboo raft, because he had seen monsters the size of a house in the river churning the waves. The bamboo raft was a small toy in front of those monsters.

　　 The bank hasn't been settled by myself, how dare you enter the river at will to wade in the muddy water?

　　 "However, if I get a long enough fishing rod and people stand on the shore to go fishing... I can't try 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 kilometer-long hemp rope. It does not matter if the fishing rod is shorter, as long as the hemp rope is long enough.

　　 When the time comes, it will be a big deal, so you can throw the fishing line down. What's the big deal?

　　 As for making fish hooks, it is not difficult. The fish monsters that were hunted last time still have bones left. They must be polished carefully to make fish hooks.

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

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

　　 Yang Sanyang actually thinks a little bit too much. This is a real dragon bone. Can a stone be ground?

　　 Of course, the stone can't grind the true dragon bones. A dozen pieces of bluestone were crushed, and the bones were not damaged at all. Yang Sanyang fell into contemplation again.

　　 The stone cannot grind the true dragon bones, so I can only find another way.

　　 "This bone is really hard!" Yang Sanyang smashed his mouth with a touch of irritation in his eyes. He turned over his treasure, and then took out the ash and autumn flintlock drill.

　　 Looking at the Suiren Drill's almost jade-like body, Yang Sanyang tentatively picked up the real keel and rubbed it over, and then saw a layer of dust rolled up, and the real keel finally moved.

Seeing that the bones of the real dragon were being smashed away, Yang Sanyang suddenly became energetic, so he didn't do anything all day, just polished the hooks carefully~www.wuxiahere.com~ It took three days to fish the fish. The hook was polished, and then Yang Sanyang began to rub hemp rope again. The hemp rope for fishing should not be too thick, but not too thin.

　　 He is not worried about the hemp rope being bitten by the big fish in the river. There is skynet blessing in his body. Who can break the thread of the skynet?

　　 The hemp rope is not thick or thin, only the thickness of the rice grains, but it is long enough to make a kilometer-long hemp rope, and it took him half a month of work.

　　 put the twine through the hook, and then looked for the fishing rod.

　　 Looking for a good fishing rod, can better leverage.

　　 Yang Sanyang stayed in the cave for half a month, and finally walked out of the cave again. At this time, a cold wind has blown across the world, and the leaves on the ground have piled up and spread thickly.

　　 In the distance, there are beasts walking back and forth around the tribe, crying uncomfortably, their eyes are full of murderous intent, but they dare not come close.

　　 The land of mankind, I don't know when the wild beasts have been jealous, and it has become a forbidden zone for wild beasts.

　　 In the daytime, the wild beasts would never approach the human settlement.

　　 "If you want to find a strong enough fishing rod, there is a kind of tree suitable!"

　　 Yang Sanyang was walking in the virgin forest, with torches in his hand swinging back and forth, shocking the beasts to retreat far away.

"I remember that there is a tree here, like jade, one inch long in three years. It is not afraid of storms and thunderstorms. It uses the essence of the sun and the moon as its nourishment. Only the moment when the spring thunder blows each year, will the energy accumulated for a year be released and used. After the thunderstorm passed, the grass and trees returned to silence and continued 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 quietly roots in the hazy smoke, as if it is independent of the world, not stained with dust.