Tong Biao really wanted to build this young village leader. Peat is actually very ordinary and it is not a secret. He poked his son Yuan Meng, who was sitting next to him, and casually ordered: "Go, bring a few pieces into the basket, and send them to Ahao later."

Tianhao smiled politely: "Don't do this, I just said it casually, I want to see it. Uncle Biao, you should keep it yourself!"

From Panshi Village to the east, there is a peat vein about twenty miles. This thing is very resistant to burning and it is not difficult to dig. It is just because the road is far away, most villagers choose to chop firewood near the village.

Standing up and walking to the corner of the wooden house, the light of light was not bright. Tianhao reached out to pick up a piece of peat, and when his eyes were in contact with the flipped over, he was stunned.

This thing is probably water-containing and is frozen very hard. It does not have the dry texture of ordinary coal blocks at all. If you pinch it hard, you can leave a shallow finger mark on the surface. The whole piece of material is basically black, with a little dark yellow and white, and varying degrees of red.

The middle of the peat in Tianhao's hand is a regular cylindrical shape. It's like a bottle embedded in you quickly, or it should be said that it is directly burned with black soil. It has circles of arrangement of rings, and even three vague Chinese characters.

The first one is the word "agricultural".

The second one is a bit vague, and there is a big gap between the first one, and it can be barely seen that it is the word "mountain".

Only half of the third character remains, the upper part is the word "white", and the lower part is difficult to distinguish.

Tian Hao suppressed the storm in his heart and finally showed a bitter smile on the corner of his twitching mouth.

After successfully parasitizing, he didn't know how many times he smiled bitterly.

"Nongfu Spring" should be these four words.

This is a mineral water plastic bottle left over from the civilization era to the present. The basic components have been decomposed. The reason for maintaining this residual fossil is probably caused by the special location and environment buried in the soil.

The host had never been interested in peat. With indescribable emotion, Tianhao gently put down the peat in his hand. He collided slightly with another piece of peat on the side as soon as he landed on the ground, and the frozen black substance cracked from the middle. The shaking light was projected from the fire pit, illuminating the crack with a large amount of stains, but it maintained the two big words "Zhiyin" with sufficient recognition.

This is a magazine that is influential among the general public in the civilized era. The overall solidified pages can no longer be opened. There is a deep corner below the magazine. The whole book has turned black and carbonized. It is estimated that when the original owner threw it away as garbage, the cover was stained with some kind of paint, which retains a little gap with the covering. The paper part has long been decomposed, but there are still clear printed texts.

Tianhao looked around in front of this pile of peat for more than ten minutes. His face was as deep as water, and his hands were trembling slightly in the position where Tong Biao could not see it.

This is not the coal blocks as imagined at all, but the garbage left over from the civilization era. It is a world full of waste and squandering. When "plastic" is successfully invented, humans have also entered the pollutant circle they have created. Every city has landfills. Although the government shouts "garbage recycling" all day long, the actual implementation is very small. The waste abandoned by the city is crushed by machines in large processing plants, forming huge garbage cubes, and concentrated in pre-digged giant pits.

Does plastic waste decomposed in natural environment have recycling value? Someone may have studied this topic, or the research results may require large amounts of money to be practical. In the eyes of leaders who value political achievements and fucking, since doing so cannot make your position rise, if you replace it with a more advanced black yarn, what's the use of hard work?

In this strange world, the plastic waste left by predecessors has become an important resource for the barbarians. The host memory shows that the reason why the cattle clan has excellent metal manufacturing technology has an extremely important relationship with these ancient relic fuels.

Tianhao did not refuse Tong Biao's enthusiastic gift, and he left with a basket of peat.

This thing is indeed very resistant to burning. A piece of fist size burns ten times the burning time of the same volume of firewood.

It's late at night.

Tianhao was sleepless. His eyes were too long and he stared at the burning peat in the fire pit and fell into deep thought. The shaking firelight casts exponentially magnified black shadows on the sleeping Tianfeng and others, as if mocking Tianhao, a strange outsider.

He talked to himself with a mosquito that only he could hear.

"What the hell happened in this world?"

"Why did it become what it is?"

...

The main medium for tanning deer skin in Panshizhai is wood ash, which can effectively remove residual fat attached to the inner layer of animal skin. The sunshine in winter is not as strong as in summer. The tanned skin can only be distributed to each household, set up a wooden rack in front of the fire pit and dry it at an appropriate temperature.

Early in the morning, Tianhao took Tiankuang out with tools. They shoveled up the snow layer behind the wooden house, used an iron pick to dig out the hard frozen soil, and dug out a groove about two meters long and half a meter deep.

It is not difficult to build a simple shack with wood. Tianhao had long wanted to build a toilet. As a man, it would be fine to urinate, but no one could see it in a secluded corner. In fact, the barbarians in Panshi Village could not understand the practices of many human beings in the civilized era, and it was difficult to imagine how embarrassing it would be to take off their pants and defecate in full view of the public. Some people said that this was a mental illness, and it was all used to every household after having an independent bathroom. Once upon a time, there were public toilets everywhere in the ground with squatting positions.

There must be a name for doing things. Tianhao, under the banner of "This is made for my sister", blocked the curious villagers in the village who came to watch.

Toilets are not new. It is said that similar buildings can be seen in some large barbarian villages and even cities with a large population. Panshi Village is located in a remote area, with a small number of residents, and is familiar with each other, so there are not so many concerns. As long as it is convenient, you can do whatever you want.

Watching her sister Tianshuang jogging happily into the new toilet and closing the door from inside, Tianhao covered up a trace of contempt deep in her eyes with a smile.

It was not aimed at Tianshuang, but was dissatisfied with Fusong, the leader of the village. As the leader, he didn't even have the most basic internal planning, and it was in chaos.

The tough Tiankuang was very excited. His perspective on things was obviously not his naked butt exposed in broad daylight: "Three, your idea is great. You don't have to blow the cold wind when you get rid of your hands in the future. I'm so bad that time, I couldn't get out when I pulled it halfway. The one outside was frozen, like a stick hanging, cold and hard, so I felt so uncomfortable..."

Tianhao had the urge to raise his hand to cover his face.

The reason for doing this is to avoid the embarrassment of defecation in public is to prepare for the upcoming spring. The ice and snow melt, and farming is imperative. Tianhao suspected that the reason why Panshi Village lacks food is largely due to its lack of fertilizer use. Concentrating the feces in one place will come in handy at that time.

Guess, just guess. Not everything can be found in the host's memory.

Making paper is very troublesome. Moreover, referring to the host memory, it seems that other barbarians gather in the places where they gathered.

Now, now, I’d better burn a bucket of hot water honestly and take it in when I go to the toilet!

...

When the guards on the watchtower at the village entrance took the guest into the leader's wooden house, Fusong cut a thick deer leg. He was very skillful in his movements. He cut the sharp knife along the tendon of the deer leg, dividing the entire deer leg in half from the middle, digging out the bones, and then plucking his fingers to dig out a little sticky gray-white semi-solidified body from the wooden barrel next to him, and evenly rub it on the surface of the meat.

It was the sea water that had not yet dried yet. Although it had not yet dried completely and turned into salt grains, it could also be used to pickle venison in such cold weather.

The person who came was about the same height as Fusong, with some bowing back, his thick arms exposed from the old leather robe, and the part sewn with needles on the hem was a little bit stitched, and his legs were covered with stains. The boots with a lot of snow could no longer see their true colors. He strode into the house, leaving dirty and snowy footprints on the floor, which soon melted at room temperature and turned into pools of water stains.

"Haoping? Why are you here?" Fusong was a little surprised. He knew the person who came, and he was the head of a hundred people from Qinglongzhai, which belonged to the "Lei Niu" tribe in the southwest.

Haoping's face was covered with black beard, and he looked very tired. He sat down in front of the fire pit, spreading his arms in an exaggerated manner, and his posture seemed to want to hug the burning flames in his arms. At this time, only warmth could make him feel the meaning of life.

"I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?" He recovered from the warmth and caught a glimpse of the deer leg that had just been covered with salt, and saliva flowed out along the corner of his mouth.

Fusong raised his head and shouted at Amei, who was sitting in the corner of the house and rubbing the skin, "Come on the bowl of soup and serve more meat."

He then turned to his body and said to Haoping: "I cooked it last night. I heated it in the morning and it has cooled down now. Why don't you wait first and I'll ask Amei to make some hot for you?"

Haoping's face was full of fatigue and hunger. He shook his head: "Give me a bowl first! Just eat something and cushion it. By the way, there are two people from me outside. Please help me with it and just stutter."

A strict hierarchy is the foundation for ensuring power. Only Haoping, who is the leader of a hundred people, can stay in the leader's wooden house to roast fire and eat meat.
Chapter completed!