Since the river demon has been eradicated and the biggest crisis of fishing disappears, Yang Sanyang will certainly not waste resources.

The fish demonic energy gradually dissipated in the river water. The fish and shrimps that were driven away by it in the past are slowly returning, and the entire river water gradually regained its vitality as it used to be.

The establishment of fishing nets is more difficult and precise than hunting nets, so the efficiency is even lower. With the delay in hunting, sacrifice to gods and other things in the entire tribe, there are only eight fishing nets made now.

Although there are only eight fishing nets, the river has abundant supplies. If we can plan well, it will be much better than being hungry before.

If you lose the response from the gods, you must let the primitive people see the hope of survival and survival, and you cannot live in anxiety all day long.

Yang Sanyang led the 500 tribe members toward the river. Everyone carried the fishing nets and followed Yang Sanyang, not knowing what they were thinking, but since the Son of God asked him to go, then he would go by himself.

When he arrived at the edge of the river bank, the pier had been rebuilt. Yang Sanyang held the fishing net in his hand, his eyes swept at the clear river, and his divine light appeared in his eyes. Then he suddenly rotated his body and threw the fishing net away with the help of centrifugal force.

Hurry~

The water waves splashed, and Yang Sanyang suddenly pulled the net, but saw the river water as if it was exploded, crackling, and the water waves kept splashing and rippling, which made Yang Sanyang stagger. Not only did he not pull the fishing net, but he was almost dragged down by the fishing net.

The primitive people around him helped Yang Sanyang tighten the net rope when he saw the opportunity. Then the river waves were turbulent and crackling. As the primitive people shouted together, countless fish and shrimps were dragged up.

The big fish two meters long and the basin-sized lobsters were probably not catching three tons of prey when they went down the net.

God knows why fish and shrimps are so dense in the river, and how can these fish and shrimps survive, but all this has nothing to do with Yang Sanyang. He was watching the basin-sized lobsters radiate their eyes.

"It's worth it! I'm afraid there may not be such a big lobster in the future!" Yang Sanyang greeted everyone, dragged the fishing net back, and then continued to direct the primitive people to hunt fish and shrimp.

"No..." Yang Sanyang suddenly stopped, his eyes staring at the magnificent river water, and a gleam appeared in his eyes: "When fishing with fishing nets, there are countless fish and shrimps caught in a day, and they can't be eaten at all. If so many fish and shrimps are all dried into dried fish, wouldn't they waste good things in vain?"

One net is enough for two or three hundred people to eat, and the tribe is about seven thousand people. Eight nets are sprinkled two or three times a day, which is enough for the tribe to eat.

There are also prey hunted in the mountains and forests, which are relatively small for children and the elderly. That is to say, it is enough to go down the net a dozen times a day. It is only two quarters of a minute to go down the net a dozen times. Wouldn’t the rest of the time be wasted?

"Why not raise fish that you can't eat in captivity? The climate of the Great Wilderness changes, and the fish and shrimps in the river also have a breeding period..." A series of inspiration lights flowed in their minds, and divine lights flashed in their eyes, and they began to quickly think about raising fish in their hearts.

The meat and bones that humans can't eat every day are thrown into the river water. It is the favorite of fish and shrimps. Moreover, all kinds of big trees in the wilderness are lush and lush, making it the most suitable for raising fish.

A divine light flowed from Yang Sanyang's eyes. As the other fishing nets fell, the primitive people were screaming and dragging the fish and shrimps toward the tribe.

Eight fishing nets returned with a full load, a pile of fish piled up at the entrance of the cave, countless fish and shrimps kept jumping, and were arrested by the female primitive people, and a killing began.

A primitive man saw that Ba Zhang Nets had caught so many fish, and he couldn't help but his eyes shined. He wanted to pick up the fishing net and continue fishing, but was stopped by Yang Sanyang.

Faced with Yang Sanyang's stop, the primitive man's eyes were full of confusion. He didn't know why his son of god stopped him. Isn't it good to catch more fish and shrimp?

Yang Sanyang did not explain, nor did he explain. In this primitive tribe, the authority of the family is unquestionable. Although the primitive people were confused, they still quietly chose to abide by Yang Sanyang's orders.

That day

A grilled fish banquet, the whole tribe cheered, and countless primitive people ate grilled fish, with a hint of enjoyment in their eyes.

Fish and shrimp are precious things in this era. Fish and shrimps survive in water, which are not something that primitive people can fish.

With the plan to raise fish, Yang Sanyang had the idea in his mind, and his eyes scanned the entire primitive tribe, looking for low-lying places to open up fish soup.

You know, he really found a place suitable for fish farming. At the foot of the mountain where the primitive people lived, there was a low-lying place. The low-lying was three thousand meters long and eight hundred meters wide, which was truly suitable for fish farming.

The most important thing is that this low-lying is only a few thousand meters away from the river channel, and is much lower than the river channel. As long as the water from the river is lured over, it is a living water.

After all, the river is outside the Great Wilderness, and countless monsters live. It is too dangerous for everyone to catch fish by the river. It should be noted that there are many old monsters in the river that have survived for many years. The fishing nets cannot tie the other party at all.

Yang Sanyang looked at the low-lying area and kept calculating the size of the fish pond. The deepest part of the fish pond was only ten meters, which seemed a little insufficient.

If it were ten meters in the previous life, ten meters were enough to raise fish, but in this world, once the Cretaceous period arrived, the ten meters of fish pond would probably be frozen thoroughly.

Dig a fish pond!

Men, women, young and old, went together, and Yang Sanyang decided to dig the fish pond ten meters deep. This was not difficult for primitive people with thousands of pounds of strength.

As for how to transport the soil outside when it is running, it is not difficult. Just spread the fishing net and cover layers of house-sized "banana leaves" on the surface of the fishing net, which is enough to easily transport the soil.

Thousands of primitive people worked day and night, and Yang Sanyang was wearing a cloak to feel the coolness in the air. Although he had dragon balls to protect his body, he looked at the cold air spurted out from the mouths and noses of the people below and knew that the Cretaceous period was not far away.

However, in five days, the pond had been dug up and the spring was accidentally dug out, which was news that Yang Sanyang could not be better.

With live water, you can raise fish even if you don’t withstand river water.

However, Yang Sanyang decided to dig a ditch to lure the river water over. The river water is different from the spring water, and many small animals in the river may be able to swim along the ditches, and the two sides exchange nutrients for each other.

The primitive man with infinite power is much more useful than an excavator!

In one day, the ditches are open, but the ditches are not wide, only about minus rice. The depth is only about minus rice. When people fall into it, they can not only take water and take a bath, but also drink.

Then with the last shovel, the river water barrier collapsed, and the vast rushing river water poured backwards, instantly rolling up turbid mud and sand, and the entire river channel was turbid.

After half a quarter of an hour, the river water returned to its clearness. From time to time, some small fish, shrimp, crabs, and turtles swam by in the ditches. They fell into the fish pond with the rushing river water.

The big pit, which is three thousand meters long, eight hundred meters wide and twenty meters deep, can never be filled with this place in just a few days or nights.

Yang Sanyang didn't care about the fish pond, but led his tribe members to prepare for winter and planted seedlings around the pond. If he had the opportunity to raise silkworms in the future, he might be able to weave silk.

However, when he came to this world, he did not discover the existence of silkworms.

"The fish and shrimp taste delicious. It's really a life that gods don't change. Unfortunately, there is no wine!" Yang Sanyang tore the shrimp, his eyes full of intoxication.

In the Great Wilderness World, there is no shortage of seasonings, all kinds of ups and downs, sweet and bitter things, as long as you have the heart to find them.

"Before the arrival of the Cretaceous Age, we might consider opening up a piece of farmland and specializing in planting various seasonings... laying the foundation for the future transformation of farming." Yang Sanyang was thinking about various things while eating big lobsters.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, frost is coming between heaven and earth. As the Cretaceous period approaches, the temperature at night becomes colder and colder.

Holding the fish soup, Yang Sanyang stepped on the moonlight and felt the frozen land. The frozen river water had stopped flowing, and a strange look appeared in his eyes: "The mysterious world of wilderness is like winter at night, but it is warm as summer during the day. In these two extreme weathers, plants outside have never been frozen to death, which is also a strange story."

There was a bonfire in the dark night, and the old priest in front of the altar was still kneeling on the ground, his voice becoming hoarse.

Even if there is a bonfire, I still feel the cold.

The fish soup was placed in front of the old priest. Yang Sanyang helped the old priest up and shook his head.

The loss of the Fire God's induction was not the fault of the old priest, nor was it the primitive man offended the Fire God. It was purely because the little bird occupied the Fire God's nest, and the oppressed Fire God fell into a deep sleep and could not resist.

Unfortunately, both sides could not speak in words, so he could not explain to each other.

The old priest trembled and picked up the fish soup, his thin body kept trembling, and a turbid tears slid from the corners of his eyes and fell into the fish soup.

Looking at those eyes, Yang Sanyang was shocked. Although he had no words, he understood the idea of ​​the old priest.

There can be no Vulcan in the tribe!

Without the protection of the gods, the tribe will inevitably be trampled and erased by countless demons. Even if he gives this life, he will still bow to the head and invite the God of Fire back.

After drinking the fish soup, the old priest touched the ground again, and his hoarse tone echoed in the north wind.

Yang Sanyang remained silent and looked at the divine fire in the distance. The communication between the old priest and the fire god was suppressed by the bird. Before the old priest's tone was approaching the flame, it was already resolved by the unconscious fluctuations around the bird.

Unless the bird leaves one day, it will never be able to communicate with the God of Fire.

Yang Sanyang didn't say anything, but looked at the thin body, slowly removed the cloak behind him, covered the old priest, and then turned around and left.

He might have a way to alarm the bird, but the price may not be affordable.

He is an ambitious man, how could he risk unpredictable contact with the little bird?
Chapter completed!