Chapter Sixteen: The World's First Wooden Barrel

  The next day, Wang Yang did not go out to find food, his leg injury made it inconvenient for him to move.

  He stayed in the cave, quietly observing the wound, and seeing if the big burdock was really antibacterial and anti-inflammatory.

  The hemostatic effect was confirmed yesterday, and the wound quickly formed a hard scab. Today, the wound is still calm, just like yesterday, without any signs of inflammation or infection.

  This is a very good omen, at least the first medicinal material has been found.

  The adults did not ask Wang Yang to go find food either, they were anxious about Wang Yang's situation.

  After all, everything Wang Yang showed was far beyond their understanding. As long as he is there, they can get more food.

  So they didn't even ask Wang Yang to get food on his own initiative, which was also a kind of special care.

  Wang Yang could feel their concern, but it was precisely this that left him speechless.

  Obviously having a certain level of intelligence, why can't you feel your own thoughts? Why don't you listen to yourself?

  Future crises, why can't they be imagined?

  It's just a pity that even if I have countless ideas for rapid development, they can only be buried deep in my heart.

  If you really want to stand in front of a small stream and recite a sentence: Ask you, how much sorrow do you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward...

  The fundamental difficulty in his communication with the apeman lay in the fact that there was no language.

  It's hard for physical movements to express complex ideas.

  Hungry, can open mouth; painful, can cry out loud; don't want to do anything, can also wave little hands.

  But asking him to articulate everything about the future just by doing a few actions is simply impossible.

  He actually wanted to teach them how to speak, but unfortunately he himself had problems with pronunciation.

  What needs to be done now is to let them all listen to their own, and gather scattered sand into a thick and solid city wall.

  This difficulty is also more difficult than climbing to heaven, very tricky.

  In a language-less situation, one can only express their uniqueness through actions, making others worship them as if they were God.

  This requires creating some miracles.

  But miracles are often heard of, I've never seen one myself, how can I create a miracle?

  In the distance, there was Moses parting the Red Sea, and in ancient times, a qigong master flew up into the sky during the daytime.

  Recently, there was a magic master who crossed the river, and "Qigong Master" Wang certain came with an empty bowl to catch snakes.

  Whether it's a legend or magic, it makes people marvel, turning the impossible into possible, and that can be called a miracle.

  Wang Yang can't practice alchemy, doesn't know magic, and hasn't even learned any tricks. It's really hard for him to create miracles in such a resource-scarce era.

  In fact, his first use of fire was an unadulterated miracle in the eyes of people at that time.

  He just didn't expect today's predicament at that time, otherwise he would have carefully planned it.

  But now he wants him to create another miracle, and racking his brains is not enough.

  Unless he invents a light bulb right now, he can be sure that everyone will worship him as if he were the sun god.

  That day, he did nothing and stayed in the cave, thinking about this matter with a sleepless and forgetful appetite.

  This problem has been troubling me for more than a month, until the arrival of early autumn.

  Thoughts in early autumn with yellow leaves fluttering, waving and sprinkling, dyeing the sky.

  In the golden world, his melancholy drifted away with his long hair fluttering gently, like the three thousand flowing waters flowing eastward.

  In the midst of a treacherous shoal and rapid current, after repeated twists and turns, still unable to scoop up a mouthful of old wine.

  He doesn't have a poetic soul, even though he has the potential to be a pretentious artistic youth.

  He thought of it as still being the most primitive and ancient topic, three acres of land, a head of cattle, wife and children by the warm stove...

  Having enough to eat and wear, without dying, has become his realistic goal. He and his partner sing in the twilight of sunset: "Nothing is more beautiful than the red sunset." This has become his lifelong wish.

  All you capitalist fascists, Marxists, Leninists, and Stalinists, go to hell for the time being.

  But ideals are very rich, reality is very bony, Wang Yang never thought of how to create miracles.

  He can't take care of so many things anymore and can only focus on the present.

  Entering the depths of the forest is almost hopeless this year, and Wang Yang doesn't force it either. For now, getting through this winter is the royal way.

  The adults had no idea what kind of predicament they would face and were still living a fulfilling life with a smile.

  They are really too easily satisfied, in the past they used to eat only fruits and wild vegetables, now they often have meat to eat, how can they not be happy?

  For their inaction, Wang Yang directly called them lacking in ambition and inconsistent.

  But King Yang was not idle, he had been making all sorts of preparations for winter.

  For the past month, he has been cutting down a large tree, taking a 50-centimeter-high stump, peeling off the bark and then digging inwards for three centimeters at a time.

  The entire excavation process was without any technology, the process was very slow and laborious, mainly because he didn't have much time to excavate.

  During the day he has to follow the adults to find food, and can only start this work after dinner.

  Of course, there are also reasons for poor tools.

  He often digs until his hands ache and can't even lift them up.

  Fortunately, those little kids didn't know whether they were bored or not, often helped him.

  Among them was a child who was particularly enthusiastic or admired, and especially liked to stick with Wang Yang. Even when sleeping, he would desperately lean towards his position.

  More sticky than his sister.

  Wang Yang couldn't stop praising him, saying that this child was spirited and would definitely become a great talent in the future. So he quietly gave the child a loud name - Zhang San.

  Wang Yang also trained him specially for this reason. Whatever he had practiced himself, he would teach him to practice too. Of course, things like climbing trees and doing push-ups were a given.

  Anyway, all of these are absolutely beneficial to oneself.

  It's rare for Zhang San to be so focused, and he didn't show any signs of rejection towards these dull trainings.

  With a capable little helper, things naturally went twice as fast, and with other kids also trying to curry favor with Wang Yang, the matter was soon settled.

  The first person in history who made wooden barrels appeared!

  Wang Yang looked at his finished product and smiled happily.

  Don't think Wang Yang is so idle that he created this tool just for fun, he doesn't have the mood for it.

  This wooden barrel has a more important role in hunting.

  That's right, it's hunting.

  Common saying goes: knowledge is power, but imagination is the key to development.

  To make full use of things, one must exert his imagination.

  Using wooden barrels to capture food, I believe some of you understand what I mean, and it's quite simple.

  Just put a fruit on the ground, cover it with a wooden barrel, and then use a branch to prop up one corner of the barrel.

  Take another rope and tie it around the branch, then hide aside and hold the rope.

  As soon as those small animals crawl in to eat the fruit, pull the rope and knock down the branches. The wooden bucket will come down and trap the small animals inside.

  I believe that by saying this, everyone will feel very familiar with it. Didn't we also do the same thing back then?

  Wang Yang didn't have a rope and couldn't pull down the branches, but that was absolutely no problem!

  He has been practicing "Little Li Flying Knife" for so long, it's not just for showing off.

  He picked up a branch, hugged the wooden bucket and propped it up. Standing twenty meters away, he weighed the stone in his hand and narrowed his eyes at the branch.

  It was gone with just one cough.

  All of a sudden, there was a loud "crack" sound. The stone hit the red heart right on target. The wooden bucket fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, colliding with the earth in a muffled manner.

  Wang Yang cracked a smile. (Please collect and recommend votes!)