Chapter Thirteen: The Helpless Wang Yang

  Where there are people, there will be disputes, and it is the same here.

  They would not have disputes over food because there was no consciousness of personal property yet.

  However, when it comes to their mates, they are similar to ordinary animals and will fight until one side is unable to move or admits defeat.

  This is the most effective way to resolve all contradictions.

  Wang Yang now really wants to hit people, wants to beat everyone up and make them listen to him.

  But one, he couldn't beat them, and two, even if he did, it would only scare them for a short while, after which they'd forget again.

  What he wants is for everyone to fear him, so that a collective will be more united.

  Because of what he did before, people can only say that they respect themselves, let themselves eat the best food and sleep in a warm place, but it's still far from being awe-inspiring, and it's impossible to take their own orders seriously.

  This is where he gets a headache.

  But for the time being, he didn't have a better solution either.

  After the initial exploration in the depths of the forest, I no longer felt too afraid of those wild beasts in the forest, except for snakes. Other wild beasts, no matter how fierce, couldn't beat so many people.

  He thought that grown-ups didn't dare to enter the forest because they lacked a sense of security, and if he could just help them regain their sense of security and confidence, they would definitely go into the forest.

  The source of safety lies in weapons, Wang Yang understood very well that they didn't have long-range weapons and were at a disadvantage when facing carnivores.

  So for now, Wang Yang was in no hurry to enter the depths of the forest a second time. Instead, he stayed near the valley entrance and used his stone axe to chop down a large tree, preparing to make over a dozen wooden spears.

  In this era of low productivity, making a useful wooden spear is extremely difficult.

  The difficulty lies not in whether the tip of the spear is sharp or not, but in the body of the spear, that is to say, where you hold it with your hand.

  That place must be whittled very smoothly, can't have a bit of bulge, also can't have a bit of wrinkled thorn, otherwise when catching and killing animals will appear a very embarrassing scene.

  How embarrassing!

  The place you grasp is not smooth, it's bumpy, and as the boar charges forward, the counterforce will cause your hand to slip forward, and where there are bumps, there will be thorns that directly pierce into your palm.

  Think about it, that thorn is like a needle, piercing into fingertips and palms, how painful it is.

  Kill one thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of our own, yet still unable to bring a sense of security.

  So, making the spearhead smooth and even is the most important thing.

  Wang Yang spent more than half a month on just one spear.

  And he couldn't explain to adults the benefits and production of spears, so he could only work hard by himself, very bitterly.

  Of course, he didn't waste any labor force.

  The adults would go out to hunt during the day, but Wang Yang didn't care how they looked at him. He complained that he never went out and instead held an axe, silently chopping down big trees.

  He cut a piece of tree trunk that was one meter six long and in front of all the little friends, he cut out a rectangular wooden stick five centimeters wide.

  Then he didn't care about this matter anymore, wanting his little buddies to learn from him, taking down one strip after another of long rectangular wooden strips.

  It took him several days to teach them this simple imitation, and he even carved the shapes on the tree trunk with stones before demonstrating it himself, just to get them to understand.

  This project was handed over to four 4- and 5-year-old partners, who couldn't do anything else. From a young age, they had been watching Wang Yang stand out from the crowd and admired him greatly, so they got to work.

  Not just that.

  Those three-year-old partners were assigned by Wang Yang to the task of sharpening spearheads.

  He carved a circle five centimeters from the top of the wooden stick and then tapered it down from there.

  These little buddies were idle anyway, so they picked up small stone chips and started whittling with the sharp end.

  The whole process was progressing very slowly, they sometimes didn't want to do it anymore, but there was no way out, under Wang Yang's tyranny, they could only continue working.

  With the resources and work allocation completed, Wang Yang focused on sharpening his spear, making every part of each one as round and smooth as possible, reducing the chances of hurting himself to a minimum.

  In this way, two months have passed and summer has arrived.

  Wang Yang and a group of young friends, after long-term unremitting efforts, actively and orderly work, finally produced twenty long wooden spears, which is simply a miracle.

  Wang Yang saw the adults holding wooden spears in their hands, dancing and stabbing with them, and couldn't help but feel very proud, extremely tired but happy to sigh.

  "Now I can finally go into the deep forest to hunt, and the source of food can be greatly improved. Every day, I can eat meat now! Finally, I can go find the rattan!"

  What King Yang didn't expect was that the long-standing fear of the adults towards the depths of the forest could be dispelled by a single wooden spear with unknown uses.

  They didn't even know that after having wooden spears, their combat effectiveness was greatly enhanced, and they could safely hunt down single beasts in groups.

  They have a very limited understanding of the wooden spear, only treating it as an ordinary tool to poke holes in mouse burrows and other similar places, hoping not to bother too much and directly poking the mice to death.

  Their efficiency increased by a tiny bit and they were overjoyed, extremely fond of Wang Yang.

  However, Wang Yang was almost furious. This tiny bit of weak efficiency improvement was far from enough to make up for the food demand needed by the population.

  Is it really necessary to wait until death is imminent before having the courage to venture into the depths of the forest?

  Time flies, and in another month, summer will be over, and autumn will only last for a month and a half.

  In other words, two and a half months later, winter will arrive, at which time the animals that hibernate will hibernate, the plants that wither will wither, and the food that can be found will be scarce.

  Even if you enter deep into the forest, it's unlikely that you'll be able to hunt anything down.

  What else can Wang Yang do in these short two and a half months?

  He didn't know; he was extremely perplexed and had no way with a group of unenlightened, stubborn apemen.

  He's suffering terribly.

  In the end, he decided to venture deeper into the forest.

  No matter what they think, Wang Yang still has to eat well and dress warmly. Entering the depths of the forest is an extremely dangerous exercise, he must quickly adapt to fighting alone, so that even if a crisis comes, he can have some self-defense power.

  He arrived at the border, turned around to look at the crowd, held up his long spear and pointed forward, shouting "Woo" twice with force, hoping someone would stand out and accompany him in.

  But he was disappointed again, their eyes were still puzzled, and they didn't understand why Wang Yang wanted to take the risk.

  That inexplicable gaze was, in Wang Yang's eyes, how ironic.

  I've done so much already, isn't it enough? Why don't they just understand?

  With a disappointed turn of his head, Wang Yang smiled wryly to himself, took a deep breath, and walked into the depths of the forest.

  The world in front of me fell into darkness again, and all I could hear was the "chirping" sound made by cicadas and small insects. (Please collect and recommend votes!)