C6 The Bamboo Rice Harvest Was Bamboo Rats!

Uncle Di slapped the child on the ground and shouted, "Hurry up, the women and children are in the middle, the warriors are outside." It was too late to run. From the bamboo forest to the forest, there was only a distance of six to seven hundred meters. Judging from the speed of the wild beasts, they would be able to catch up to them in at most ten seconds.

Wu Xiaoming was protected by the warriors in the middle, so he had the chance to see what kind of wild beast it was. It was about 1.7 meters tall, and its entire body was yellowish orange. It had four small and thin legs that supported its fat belly, and its sharp mouth. It had a long tail behind its fat body, and the end of the tail was swollen like a club. The rumbling sound was caused by its tail hitting the ground continuously. There were about four to five hundred of them. Wasn't it a large rat?

Damn, it was definitely a Bamboo Rat! It was the one that was protecting their food. No wonder they didn't see any bamboo leaves or any bamboo rice. The leaves and bamboo rice that had fallen from such a clean bamboo forest had all become their food. Seeing that their food had been stolen, they all rushed out.

Thinking about how he had eaten Bamboo Rats once in his previous life, the fragrance and delicious taste were still unforgettable. Haha, there were reared animals, but these Bamboo Rats were the ones. But how could they be reared? Wood could not hold them in, and they even ate bamboo that was as thick as their thighs. There was no need to talk about wood. Sigh, it was a headache! If only there was metal.

Before Wu Xiaoming could think of how to reared them, they were surrounded in the middle. A large group of rats squeaked, as if they were complaining that they had stolen all the food. Uncle Di went forward and roared angrily. All the warriors roared in unison, and the roar shook the sky. What made everyone's jaws drop was that these aggressive Bamboo Rats actually turned around and ran. In less than ten seconds, they were all gone. The villagers looked at each other, still in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

Wu Xiaoming knew that rats were timid, whether it was in his previous life or in the ancient times. Otherwise, the word 'timid' would not exist. Unless they were forced to their death, rabbits would bite people when they were in a hurry. It seemed that the raccoon rabbit in this world was a carnivore. The long fangs and sharp claws were still fresh in his memory.

"Alright, everyone continue to work. This thing is timid. It won't come out today if it is scared." Wu Xiaoming looked at Uncle Di who was still in a daze and said, "Mmm, everyone continue. The four guards and women will carry the bamboo rice back." Uncle Di randomly assigned four warriors.

Wu Xiaoming did not say much. He used the beast skin to tie up forty to fifty pieces of bamboo and dragged them up. The clansmen followed suit and tied up the bamboo with the beast skin. Uncle Di and the others continued to carry out the magnificent feat of punching the bamboo.

The busy day finally dragged the bamboo to their home. Yes, the concept of home was proposed by Wu Xiaoming.

During the process of picking, they would occasionally see Bamboo Rats sneakily observing them like thieves. Wu Xiaoming thought of the method of rearing these delicious things. He used bamboo to tempt them. In the end, there would be one or two pieces of bamboo falling on the road to their home from time to time. This way, the bamboo rats would be attracted by the food. Even in winter, there would be no lack of bamboo rats to eat. After he told Uncle Di this idea, Uncle Di agreed.

Looking at the mountain of bamboo, Wu Xiaoming was extremely excited. "How can we eat this thing?" Uncle Di also looked at the mountain of bamboo. "We can make bamboo rice, we can make porridge, and we can also eat it roasted." In just a few short days, he had missed the rice porridge from his previous life. The fragrant and sweet rice porridge finally had a place to go.

Wu Xiaoming was overjoyed. He then realized that there were no pots and pans for cooking rice and porridge. After thinking about the history of human development, he realized that stone tools could be used to make pots and pans. He wondered if the use of stone tools to make stone pots and other stone tools signified the start of the Stone Age. However, the most important thing right now was to pick up the bamboo rice and store it well. "We can only cook rice and porridge tomorrow. Tonight, we can only eat it roasted. But the most important thing is to store the bamboo rice first."

Wu Xiaoming brought them to work busily for another half a day. It was completely dark when he finally picked up all the bamboo rice and stored it in the cave. There were two caves, and they were about a million kilograms in total.

The dinner was roasted bamboo rice. The sweet and fragrant bamboo rice fluttered in the air, and the fragrance was enchanting. Everyone was jumping around the bonfire as if it was a festival.

The moonlight was like water, and the fresh air was refreshing. From time to time, the roars of beasts could be heard from afar, and a warm atmosphere filled the air. It was the first time Wu Xiaoming felt that it was not bad to be in the ancient times. There would not be so much scheming. Even his closest wife in his previous life had conspired with her lover to harm him, and he would not have to worry about becoming a slave. His clansmen were also very sincere.

The next morning, Wu Xiaoming looked at Chang'e who was holding the beast fur and was speechless. "Let's go. After eating, we have a lot of things to do." Wu Xiaoming called Dong and walked out of the cave. Chang'e followed behind him obediently and occasionally stuck out her tongue. When he turned around and saw Chang'e's mischievous appearance, he almost spat out blood.

After eating, Wu Xiaoming and Dong created the stone pots. They originally thought that it would take a long time, but they didn't expect that their strength was so great. In just an hour, they had finished five large stone pots. Each of them could at least cook 50 catties of rice. Then, they continued to make 35 tools, spoons, cups, and other necessities to fill the rice. The tools to fill the rice were much simpler. Since the tribe members had a large appetite, Wu Xiaoming chose bamboo that was the size of a plate and cut it into two halves with the Stone Blade. Then, he asked Dong to use stones to sharpen the hair. The cups were also relatively simple. Wu Xiaoming used four hours to make them.

Originally, he had planned to make spears and other weapons for hunting, but it was getting dark. Uncle Di and the others had returned. Everyone was injured today, but fortunately, they didn't lose any tribe members. Seeing the empty hands of the warriors, all the women and children were extremely depressed. Uncle Di and the others were also as depressed as if they had lost a battle.

"Uncle Di, what's going on?" Wu Xiaoming asked as he dug out the ashes from the fire, "Don't mention it. We encountered the Lightning Devouring Leopard and almost couldn't come back." A warrior with the most serious injuries sucked in a breath of cold air and said, "Ah, be gentle. Is this ash useful?" "Hehe, it's useful. It can be used to sterilize and stop bleeding." As he spoke, he smeared the ash on the wound that was so deep that it could be seen the bone. All the tribe members automatically copied Wu Xiaoming and smeared the ash on the wounds of the warriors. Because of their trust in him, they knew that the ash was definitely useful for the wounds. At this moment, Shennong had yet to taste the hundred herbs, so although they were Shennong's tribe members, none of them knew how to treat injuries. Wu Xiaoming didn't dare to taste the hundred herbs like Shennong and search for herbs. After all, his life was more important.

After asking Uncle Di, he found out what the Lightning Devouring Leopard was. It was a fierce leopard that used lightning as food. Every time it was in the thunderstorm, it would go crazy. Its speed was as fast as lightning. Uncle Di and the others didn't expect to walk into its territory, so they were naturally tortured. In fact, one Lightning Devouring Leopard could leave them all behind. For some reason, the Lightning Devouring Leopard didn't kill them, but only drove them away from their territory. Of course, the two prey that they caught were also left in their territory. Uncle Di said that it was the blessing of Mother God Nvwa.

"What Mother God Nvwa? If there really is a god, I don't see any achievements of the heavens and earth in creating all kinds of inventions." Wu Xiaoming cursed in his heart. It couldn't be in the primeval era, but in the ancient era. It was only two years later that he confirmed that he had transmigrated to the primeval era. At that time, he was almost depressed to death.

Today, they didn't hunt any meat, so everyone was very anxious about winter. The night was getting colder and colder, signifying that winter was coming. Although they could eat and drink for a month, who would want to starve? They could only eat bamboo rice that they had collected yesterday, so they had to stock up on food. Although the warriors were not heavily injured, they couldn't expect to go out and hunt for food in two or three days. After all, hunting now was a trade of lives. If they were not careful, they might never come back.

"Uncle Di, don't worry. I will think about it later tonight. There will be a way when the car arrives." "Eh, it doesn't matter if you can't think of anything. After all, you are not omnipotent. Even the Patriarch of the Shennong Clan has no good idea." Although Uncle Di did not understand what a car was, he knew that if he went up the mountain, he would definitely find a way. Therefore, he could understand what Wu Xiaoming meant. Seeing Wu Xiaoming instructing his clansmen to boil the bamboo rice, he could not help but reveal a gratified smile. He had indeed grown up.

The big stone pots were placed on the stone platform, and below them, there were piles of raging flames roasting the stone pots. In a short while, the fragrance of bamboo rice wafted out from the cave. After the clansmen filled the bamboo bowls with rice, Wu Xiaoming organized his people to pour water and peel the rice to boil the rice again. It could not be helped that the clansmen, including himself, were all rice-bucket-level.

The night was hazy, and the moonlight was like water. The clansmen ate in small mouthfuls with faint sadness and worries about the future. Today, they did not shout or jump. Everyone was very quiet, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"Human, use these things you made well. The bamboo rice is delicious!" Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Chang'e decided to talk to Wu Xiaoming.

"Those are called stone pots. The rice scooping is called a spoon, and this is called a key." Wu Xiaoming originally did not want to speak, but he felt that it was a little depressing. He wanted to enliven the atmosphere and let everyone know the names of these small things.

"Uncle Di, I will create a weapon tomorrow, and it will be much easier to hunt with a weapon. We will have a fighting chance against fierce wild beasts." " I know. That night, when the wolf came to attack, the Human Emperor asked me for a weapon! " Chang'e immediately said loudly when she heard about the weapon.

"Human, you should be the Patriarch of our people! I have thought about it. It's very likely that we won't be able to find the Patriarch of the Shennong. You are much more suitable than me. Everyone has seen everything you have done for the people of the tribe over the past few days, and I am only suitable to lead the tribe in hunting." Uncle Di looked at Wu Xiaoming solemnly and said.

"This is not appropriate, right? After all, I'm not an adult yet. Besides, it's good that you are leading the tribe. Without you, we might all have died." Wu Xiaoming did not intend to be the Patriarch of the tribe. He had started to think about becoming a Saint or a Human Emperor. Perhaps it was not the Desolate Era, so he had stopped his ambition. What he had done was just to let himself live a better life.

Uncle Di ignored Wu Xiaoming's words and loudly asked the people, "Do you agree to let us be the Patriarch and lead us away from the cold and hunger?"

"Agreed!" "Agreed!" … In the end, it was unknown who shouted "Human Emperor!" "Human Emperor!"

Just like that, Wu Xiaoming muddle-headedly became the Patriarch of the thirty-five people, "Human Emperor."