Chapter 19: The New Problem of Wooden Barrel Hunting

  Arriving at the cave, Wang Yang took out the pheasant and laid it on the wolf's fur.

  The crowd gathered around in surprise, turning the pheasant over and over again, especially fresh.

  It's a rare thing to catch pheasants, they never thought that even if they occasionally encounter a pheasant with zero IQ, it's not necessarily possible to catch it.

  After exchanging a few glances with Wang Yang, they didn't say another word and immediately plucked the pheasant's feathers before roasting it.

  For those bright feathers, they have no interest at all, eat and wear first.

  Wang Yang rested for a while, then carried the wooden bucket to the creek and washed it several times.

  This is not to say that he was afraid of the beast following the scent of blood to the cave, in fact, he hoped to see the saber-toothed tiger come alone, so he could use his spear to get rid of it.

  So that everyone realizes that their collective combat effectiveness has been upgraded, and they dare to venture deep into the jungle.

  He washed the wooden bucket, purely because he was afraid that the next day in the deep forest, the bloody smell would attract wild beasts to pay attention to the bucket, and then how could he hunt?

  What surprised him was that Zhang San stared at him with shining eyes, and he didn't know if he had realized the use of the wooden barrel.

  He didn't care either, after supervising Zhang San completing another round of training, he ate a chicken leg and lay down to rest.

  At night, lightning flashed outside the cave like silver snakes intersecting, heavy rain poured down, thunder split the dark night sky, and the howling wind sounded like a ghost's wail. The "patter patter" of the rain made Wang Yang think of machine guns.

  He couldn't help but feel a sense of regret, wishing he had a gun with infinite bullets.

  But this is just fantasy, too unrealistic.

  But he firmly believed that as long as everyone listened to their own and understood themselves, there would be bread and milk.

  Under the violent rolling of thunder, people huddled together, tightly clinging to each other, and the flickering white light illuminated the terror and fear on everyone's face.

  Wang Yang stood at the entrance of the cave, feeling the thrilling wind and rain, while looking back at the expressions of the crowd.

  There's no need for much sentimentality; animals are naturally afraid of thunder, just like they were afraid of fire before they grasped it. It's only natural.

  He looked at Lei and thought of miracles.

  If one could create a device to attract lightning, and let everyone see the success of attracting lightning, it would be considered an absolute miracle. After all, in their understanding, how is it possible for humans to attract lightning?

  If being struck by lightning and still not dying, then one would become a god.

  Yes, even modern people can become gods.

  Then he thought, should I show them some magic?

  For example, the box escaped.

  It's simple, just make a wooden box and set up a mechanism.

  But the key is, can they understand it?

  They don't even have a concept of boxes, this magic is meaningless to them.

  It's just like a good song, you listen and think it's great, but play it for a cow...

  Even if they were alive, they would not have any reflection.

  If a large amount of food appears or they use qigong to kill a wild beast, they will have reflected it.

  He didn't agonize over this problem for long before falling asleep.

  ……

  One night without incident, early the next morning, Wang Yang set off again and entered deep into the forest.

  Deep forest after heavy rain, tender grass and new buds on leaves, there are many water droplets, a piece of green and crisp.

  The air feels exceptionally fresh, and taking a breath is more refreshing than chewing gum.

  In such a fairy tale setting, it's easy to think of stories like "The Wizard of Oz".

  But in reality, you will never like walking in such a deep forest.

  At this time, the deep forest was very quiet, with water droplets falling from time to time, and every step on the wet and humid ground would bring up mud, which was very heavy.

  The air in the forest is very humid and cold water droplets will run down your neck and flow to your back, extremely chilly.

  It's easy to feel lonely, as if the whole world has disappeared and you're the only one left.

  The most frustrating thing is that you understand that there are crises all around here and it's not safe at all.

  He still chose to come under that fruit tree, and the fruit tree was carved with the word "fruit tree one" for easy identification in the future.

  He arrived at this place and set up an ambush, climbed a tree, and waited quietly.

  That annoying saber-toothed tiger appeared again, and both sides exchanged extremely polite greetings for eighteen generations of each other's ancestors, ending with Wang Yang's complete victory.

  After the Blade Toothed Tiger left, Wang Yang couldn't stop thinking about how to solve it during the waiting process.

  He once thought of setting a trap specifically for capturing large wild beasts.

  This trap is simple, just dig a hole.

  However, he discovered a very serious problem. On the outskirts of the forest, due to the presence of apes, large predators have all moved deep into the forest.

  That is to say, there are no large beasts in the suburbs.

  If you dig a big hole there just to catch small animals?

  And animals are not stupid either, how can they jump into a pit with their eyes open and wait for you to catch them?

  Even the pheasant from yesterday understood that entering a low-visibility wooden barrel was bad, so it hesitated for a long time on one side.

  And now the tools are too poor, no shovel, holding a rough and short stone tool, digging one meter deep doesn't know how long it will take, the pay is far less than the return.

  Besides, catching small animals just needs a portable wooden bucket, simple and practical.

  Digging holes in the depths of the forest is even more impractical.

  The hole dug is not deep enough, and large animals can jump out with one leap.

  At least two meters of pit must be dug to ensure that many animals cannot jump out.

  King Wang himself was only one meter tall, which means that as soon as he dug to a depth of one meter, he couldn't see the situation around him. At this time, the saber-toothed tiger crept up quietly...

  He could imagine the evil smile on his face when he became a Blade Toothed Tiger.

  This is still an optimistic situation.

  Everyone knows that this deep pit can't be dug by Wang Yang alone in a short time, at least it takes several days to dig. If there is a heavy rain during this period, well, it will become a swimming pool...

  So, deep pits have a certain benefit, but either the cost is not worth the return, or the risk is too high, and it's almost like a useless existence.

  I don't know why the stories and movies these days always involve digging holes. Real hunters don't go around digging holes everywhere, it's not like they're grave robbers.

  In the future, if a group of people can enter the deep forest with wooden spears, who needs traps? One person, one spear, poke it to death, or else it's not worth mentioning!

  As he thought about it, a prey entered Wang Yang's line of sight.

  This is a mole, with greyish-yellow fur, not very big in size, up to forty centimeters long, just enough to be covered by a wooden bucket.

  To be honest, this one is a bit different from that mole caught last time. Wang Yang didn't dare to make a conclusion at all, but this one can be very sure.

  Because it has sharp front and back claws, with nails up to two centimeters long, a thin and round nose, similar to that of a pig.

  It quickly entered the range and arrived beside the wooden barrel.

  Its gallbladder is much larger than that of the pheasant, and its IQ is also higher. Instead of putting its head into the wooden barrel, it backs in, always keeping an eye on Wang Yang.

  This is an animal's instinct, under the condition of ensuring access to food, it also needs to ensure a broad field of vision.

  Wang Yang could see that its hind legs were hooked on the watermelon, trying to pull it forward.

  The wooden barrel had a slight sway due to its movement.

  Wang Yang was a bit nervous and didn't know how to deal with this situation. If he directly threw the stone over, the mole would definitely run away recklessly, and if he didn't throw it, wouldn't that be giving away the fruit for nothing?

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