"The gods guided me to learn to use a cartilage to kill the powerful violent brutal bear. It guided me to learn to make wooden wind whistles and attract thousands of giant-horned deer. Now, it is still the gods' guidance. It allows me to know how to kill monsters in the sea. From then on, the people in the village can get sea water and enough salt in a safe situation."

"If we can't get salt, our hard work today will only be wasted. The meat is not marinated and it will not be possible to be put until tomorrow winter. At that time, our situation will still be no different from now. We are trapped in the house all day long, and hungry beasts are everywhere in the mountains. Giant-horned deer are very smart. They suffer losses today, and it will be difficult to catch them next year. We have enough food to store food to survive the cold winter? Or will we continue to kill the elderly and children in the village as we do now until the last one?"

"We can get sea water, but it's too little. This year there are many people in the village who are alive and women have not sold. By next spring, they will give birth to children. At this rate, there will only be more and more people in the village. At that time, the salt water brought back from the beach is not enough, and we still have to face the same problems as we are now."

The three leaders fell into silence at the same time. The difference is that the upper body turned slightly towards the old priest next to him was full of thought; the hunting captain Yonggang was a little eager to try, and his condition gradually became excited as Tian Hao said; the leader Fusong lowered his head, his shoulders sank, and his whole body sat there motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"We have to control the place by the sea, and only in this way can we get salt." Tianhao tried to use words that could be understood by his fellow people in this wilderness era: "We can get more benefits. There are fish in the sea, and in autumn and winter, we can hunt animals that crawl on the ice and never starve again."

The old priest escaped from the silence. He stood up straight, with the calmness and wisdom that was unique to the older one: "Tell me about your plan."

The hunting captain Yonggang was a little anxious, and his perspective on the problem was different from that of the old priest: "Ahao, the monsters in the sea are not violent-bred bears, they are very dangerous. If you just do it recklessly, many people will die."

The fire illuminated half of Tianhao's side face, and his young and confident smile was his handsome foil: "Don't worry! As long as you do what I said, no one will die."

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The mist covers the vast mountains, hiding all the peaks in the depths of mist that humans cannot see. The dark blue ridge winds down from the clouds, and it is covered by black pine forests and needle oak. It seems that a slim girl is wearing a larger-sized top that she stolen from somewhere. Her chest is invisible, and she hides her waist tightly, leaving no basis for even a little bit of it to make you form a wonderful fantasy in your mind.

Standing on the huge rock, Tianhao raised his head, closed his eyes slightly, and greedily breathed in the cold air passing by the leader.

Panshi Village is like a huge open-air cesspool, full of vomiting odor. Honorary titles such as "sanitary city" will never intersect here. Urination and defecation have become the habit of all Panshi Village villagers. There is no paper and there are no leaves in winter. After the stool, villagers clean their anus with their fingers, then grab a few handfuls in the snow next to them, melt the snow blocks with the warmth in their palms, and wash away dirt.

Washing hands before meals does not exist. Every time I see strips of yellow ice cubes like bananas everywhere in the village, Tianhao has the urge to grab the ears of those guys who take off their pants and excrete them, kick their butts hard, and let them clean the entire village.

He was a little grateful that he had survived in the culture compartment for so long in the cellular state. If it were humans who were particular about the civilizational era, he would definitely not be able to survive in such a dirty environment. Even if he was not starved to death due to lack of food, he would be infected by dirty bacteria and died of illness.

Whenever this happens, Tianhao misses the laboratory in his memory. If he has various equipment on his hands, he really wants to catch a few villagers to come and dissect them, carefully study the physiological characteristics of these guys, and even the smallest genes will not be spared.

They are definitely very different from humans in the civilized era.

Science... Haha, I seem to think too much. There are many questions in front of me: how to fill my stomach; how to survive this cold winter; how to kill monsters in the sea and get salt?

Compared with the science of emptiness, these problems are undoubtedly much more urgent and more realistic.

Tian Kuang was once very stubborn about the issue of "shaving his head". But he was a person who was easily affected. His originally cowardly and lazy brother suddenly became unfamiliar with him. Tian Kuang saw the "wisdom power" that he was despised and even disdained. He admired the strong man, especially with a small cordon to kill the violent mane bear... The gods testified that even the warriors of large tribes could not deal with this ferocious beast alone. This means that his younger brother Ahao already has the power far exceeding the warriors of the tribe.

Using poison is a despicable method. Tian Kuang knew that Tian Hao did not use poison. Subconsciously, he developed a close relationship with his younger brother that he had never seen in his life. Especially after using wooden wind whistles as bait, he introduced the giant-horned deer herd into the valley trap, allowing the entire village to obtain food reserves enough to survive the cold winter, he completely convinced Tian Hao, began to imitate Tian Hao's appearance, clumsyly cut off the excess hair, shook the dirty leather robe in front of the fire pit, and burned the blood-sucking lice to death.

"Ahao, you're ready. When will we start?" Tian Kuang, who was one head taller than Tianhao, was very excited. He kept rubbing his hands and eager to try.

This is a gentle slope that slowly sinks into the sea from top to bottom. The huge cliffs in the distance are hundreds of meters high, and there are continuous black pine forests everywhere. There is no sunny beach that is desirable in poetry. The northern sea surface in the distance is frozen by ice. With the black cliffs as the boundary, the ice layer becomes broken and continues to go south and melts into sea water between ink blue and black.

The natural environment here obviously has deep malicious intentions for humans. The cliff connected to the sea must be detoured for a long way to reach. The straight line closest to Panshi Village is blocked by a cliff, and the hard and smooth rock surface cannot be climbed. This natural barrier separates the village from the sea. The villagers only have two ways to get water: either go further north and bypass this cliff; or choose the most convenient shortcut and go directly to the gentle slope by the sea.

For the villagers of Panshi Village, salt is very precious. Of course, they know how to boil sea water and become salt, but they must leave the village and walk north along the rugged mountain road for dozens of miles, climb up the bare huge ridge, tie the wooden barrel with a rattan rope, throw it down the sea, and then pull up the wooden barrel containing sea water with force.

This work can only be carried out in summer. In winter, the sea below the cliff freezes and is full of ice.

Not that no one has ever thought of bringing firewood to the top of the cliff to light boil water, and then come back with the boiled salt. This is dangerous. Ferocious beasts may pop up in the depths of the forest at any time. Like humans, they never miss any opportunity to hunt.

No matter from any perspective, the gentle slope connecting the sea surface in the south is very advantageous. Tianhao reads the host's memory and has previously explored the surroundings of the village with his subordinates. He feels that the reason why the sea surface here does not freeze is that there are undersea volcanoes nearby, which has led to the high sea temperature in this area. In the long-standing civilization era, it was an extremely rare unfreezing port in cold areas.

The warm environment is beneficial to humans and has attracted giant creatures who also like warmth.

The story of "There are monsters in the sea" has been circulating in Panshi Village. It is not a man-made lie, nor is it a fantasy scene that can be seen with popcorn in the cinema. In order to make the food salty, at least hundreds of villagers paid the price for it. From the top of the gentle slope, two hundred meters away from the seaside, is the forbidden area. Whether humans or animals enter, they will definitely die.

"It was a huge fish, as high as a mountain. It jumped out of the sea, grabbed Akun's head in one bite, and dragged it down."

"Asong was not lucky. He had already used wooden barrels to pack Shanghai water. If he hadn't been greedy, it would be too late to turn around and run. But he slipped and tripped by the rope of the barrel. The monster in the sea bit the rope and pulled him down. We watched on the shore, and we didn't even have the chance to throw a gun."

"That monster was too fierce. He chewed A Liang into two pieces in one bite, leaving only two legs."

Compared to the terrifying death, taking the sea water from a long way is nothing.

This problem has plagued Panshi Village for hundreds of years, and the specific time cannot be verified. The fear of death is so clear that the terrible story from below the sea has been circulating in Panshi Village for several generations. The old priests and leaders have thought of solving this problem, but even they are helpless.

Fusong stood on the side of a rock in the safe area, staring at Tianhao with complex and emotion facing him with a complicated and emotional gaze. He said to himself in a low voice: "I really hope Ahao can do this. If we kill that monster in the sea, our village will have salt in the future."

Yonggang held a gun in his hand. He kept polishing the metal gun tip with rough grinding stones, his eyes swept across Tianhao's shoulders, and glanced at the calm black sea, saying slowly and firmly: "Ahao will do it."

The source of confidence is the previous hunting of giant-horned deer herds.
Chapter completed!