C12 Sorrow Is Greater than Short

The meat and soup were delicious. Huo Hu and Da Muh were full from the meal. Wu Ya temporarily put down the worries in his heart. In the afternoon, he cooked another pottery pot. This time, he cooked another pottery pot.

Wu Ya's craftsmanship had also improved. He used even thinner mud strips to make a thinner pottery pot.

The pottery pot was a little thinner to facilitate the transfer of heat. It also had a lower requirement of the time needed to boil it, but the success rate was low. The last time the clay pot was made, it was because of its thickness, and also because Wu Ya was lucky. Otherwise, it would also have exploded. In just an afternoon, it had turned into a clay pot and a clay pot.

Apart from that, there was also the entire pot of oil that had been boiled, but there was no place to store it. In the end, he used the bamboo basket to carry five baskets of fat back. He really couldn't bring the rest with him. If he came again tomorrow and saw that there was no rotten meat, he would boil another day's worth of oil here and bring back a few baskets.

When he returned to the Tribe, he saw that there were a lot of logs piled up at the entrance of the gate. The two ends of the logs had been sharpened. Wu Ya nodded. Finally, it was time to make the gate. When he went out in the future, he wouldn't have to worry about the Tribe anymore.

Huo Hu and Da Muh carried the pottery, as if they were protecting their little hearts. Slowly and carefully, they placed it inside the Tribe, next to the biggest fire in the Tribe, as if it was a divine weapon. The other Primitives were also curious. With the huge rock in the lead, they all came over and asked, "Da Muh, what is this?"

Da Muh patted his chest and waved his hand. "Move aside, move aside, don't break it. Let me tell you, this is a divine weapon. In the future, we will put everything we eat here. The taste will definitely be better than anything you have ever eaten."

Wu Ya shook his head and laid down on his bed, watching Da Muh bragging. He saw Oishi slowly squat down beside the pot and size it up. He knocked on the pot with his finger and said with a smile, "Da Muh, you only know how to talk nonsense. I have seen this thing before..."

Da Muh's hands and feet panicked for a moment. "What? You have seen it before? Impossible, how did you see it?"

Oishi stood up and said proudly: "Da Muh, when I went to the large tribes to exchange for tinder, I saw them use it. It's similar to this material, called Tao."

Da Muh still couldn't believe it. He turned around and looked at Wu Ya. Wu Ya nodded, indicating that he was sure about what Big Rock said. When Oishi saw this, his smile became even happier. He said, "Da Muh, where did you find this thing? Did it come from the Tribe that we met yesterday?"

Hearing this, Da Muh shook his head and said disdainfully, "How could I? This thing was made by the chief. That Tribe only gave us this." Da Muh vented his anger and took out the fat on his back and placed it on the ground. He pointed at the bamboo basket, indicating that he only took this.

When Oishi heard this, his eyes widened. His head was twitching, obviously unable to react. This kind of pottery... He had seen it before in the large tribes, but the large tribes were unwilling to take out such a thing for them to use. At most, they would take a look and touch it. Then, they would put out a price and say how much they wanted to exchange for it. The key was that... Although this large tribe he went to had pottery, they did not know how to produce it! They also needed to spend things to exchange in the distance. Only then could pottery be used. Only the larger Tribe in the distance could produce pottery.

After a long while, Oishi looked at Wu Ya and said, "Ever since the Tribe landed on the shore, the chief had discovered miracles many times. He lit a fire and killed crocodiles. Now, he also made pottery. Wuwuwu, the chief was really sent by the gods!"

Oishi led the Primitive and knelt down in front of Wu Ya. At this moment, a voice sounded in Wu Ya's mind. "Host. The previous lottery chances were detected by the system for the people under your rule. Loyalty and faith in you have reached a bottleneck. It was sent to help you break through this bottleneck. I didn't expect that one of your pottery would... It actually broke through directly. "Now that the System has a new function, please enter the System to check as soon as possible."

After the electronic voice finished, Wu Ya stood up very calmly. He said to everyone, "Get up. These pottery are nothing. In the future, I will bring everyone to make more good things. But now, we have to block that hole with the door. Everyone, come together. "

The Primitive stood up very energetically and nodded, saying, "Tribal Chief, you command us!"

Wu Ya thought to himself that morale was useful, so he pointed to the gap and said, "Where are the men? The women are responsible for keeping the dried Crocodile Meats. The children are responsible for keeping the fire well and extinguishing those that are not needed."

With an order, everyone began to move. Wu Ya also walked to the edge of the gap. From the mountain range to the river. There was a distance of about ten meters between them, but to truly seal this place... It had to extend from three to five meters above the mountain range, or even into the river. Wu Ya looked at the piles of wood on the ground. There were about seventy to eighty of them, each as thick as a bowl. Wu Ya was surprised. He never thought that these Primitives would be able to produce so much wood in such a short period of time. Furthermore... Each one of them removed the branches.

After some calculations, they could only build a wooden wall that was less than ten meters tall. Wu Ya thought to himself, "Let's first erect these and talk about it later. If it's shorter, we can fix it in the future.

Wu Ya took a tree branch and drew two parallel lines on the ground. He said to the Primitive, "Look at these two lines. Dig a ditch in the middle of these two lines. When the Primitive heard this, It squeezed to the spot where Wu Ya had drawn, and started digging with stone tools. But... It was still alright for people who walked fast. They could still take up some space. Those who were a step late did not know what to do. Wu Ya shook his head helplessly. He told them to stop and make arrangements one by one.

After setting four points, he arranged for four people to start digging at the same time. The Primitive held a large and small stone artifact in one hand. The other hand held a pebble and knocked on it, occasionally putting some water in it. He directly dug out the mud. The purpose of digging the ditch was to wait for the wood to be placed. He first stood in the ditch. Then, hammer at the top of the ditch to ensure the firmness of the wall. It also sped up the progress of the project.

Wu Ya ordered the remaining people to find thick vines to use as bondage wood. In this wilderness, these were the things that they did not lack the most. When Wu Ya came out of the mountain, these rattan vines grew in large patches, causing him to suffer a great loss.

Only Huo Hu, Da Muh, and Dashi remained. Wu Ya brought them to the front of the pile of logs. The logs were not bad. There was only one thing that was slightly lacking, and that was that the two ends did not sharpen according to Wu Ya's idea. However, all of them had been chopped into pieces, which showed that the Primitive had still exerted some strength.

Wu Ya handed the machete to Huo Hu and let him cut the tip. At this moment, Wu Ya suddenly patted his head and thought to himself, "Not good. These logs are so tall. Why didn't they throw him into the mud?

Sorrow was greater than short.

However, after looking around, he found that Huo Hu was slightly comparable to him, and the other Primitives were all shorter by a head. Wu Ya muttered in his heart, "As your height and responsibility, this method should be left to me to think of.