Even without God, humans still live well. The only thing that makes people sleepless is that one day the gods abandoned humans, and humans lost the protection of the gods, and then turned into clouds and smoke in the vast world.

"Wealth is the foundation of the race. It is absolutely undesirable to place safety on others!" Yang Sanyang looked at the bright moon in the sky. He could not imagine where the human race's future prospects were.

If humans want to rise in the wilderness, they must master their own power, rather than relying on the protection of the gods.

"Human race should be self-reliant!" Yang Sanyang's eyes flashed in his divine light. Looking at the big wilderness where the black wolf was crying and howling, his heart sank. Outside the place where the gods were blessed, pairs of green eyes stared at the tribe with fierce eyes. If it weren't for the bonfire in front of the cave, I was afraid that all the beasts would break in.

The flame caused the wild beasts to suffer a lot. When they saw the flame retreating from afar, they did not dare to get close to them.

Even if the old priests were there, the wild beasts would just roar in a low voice for a while, and then retreat helplessly.

The rising sun rose, Yang Sanyang let out a breath of air conditioning, swallowed up the cold wind, swept across the melting and thawing earth, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Fishing is still the theme of today.

However, after catching fish, a small part of them were left for food, and a small part was thrown into the fish pond for raising.

A pile of bamboo and wood was cut down, and Yang Sanyang's eyes were exposed, and then he began to weave bamboo rafts.

He had already thought of the scene of sitting leisurely on a bamboo raft to fish in the river in the future. If he could plant a few lotus flowers in the river, it would be a great thing.

Finally, seven or eight days passed, the river finally filled the pond, and countless small trees on the shore were rooted in the soil, and Yang Sanyang's bamboo rafts were also ready.

Under the surprised gazes of countless primitive people, Yang Sanyang leisurely drifted in the water with bamboo rows, causing chaos in the pond wherever he passed. Countless fish jumped up and landed on the bamboo rows unexpectedly, but was kicked back into the pond by Yang Sanyang.

The water in the pond was too clear, and Yang Sanyang thought in his mind that he had to find vegetation that could survive in the water to resist the baking of the scorching sun for fish.

Then, a gust of cold wind blew, and a leaf fell on Yang Sanyang's shoulder.

Slowly holding the leaf in his hand, Yang Sanyang's pupils suddenly shrank: "The leaf is yellow!"

The leaves are yellow, and the Cretaceous period is coming soon.

The nights on weekdays are cold and frozen, but the Cretaceous period can cause depression in all things. It can be seen that the power of the Cretaceous period, the coldness of that kind cannot be resisted by humans.

"Firefire! Enough firewood is the key to human beings' passage through the Cretaceous period!" Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the lush trees in the distance, and at some point it was stained with a faint yellow color.

Fortunately, in this wilderness world, there are primeval forests everywhere, and there is no shortage of firewood. However, the trees in the primeval forest are too hard, and it is also very difficult to cut down and reserve enough firewood.

A divine light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes. Unfortunately, there was no iron ore in this world, otherwise he would have a way to make a saw.

After all, it is hard to cook without rice. Even if he has more ways in his mind, he can't use it.

It seemed that he had a foreshadowed by the arrival of the Cretaceous period, and wild beasts in the forest were hunting even more wildly, hoping to store enough fat to survive the day of hibernation.

Yang Sanyang stroked his chin, looked into the distance with his eyes, then looked at the river water under his feet, then dragged the bamboo raft ashore, roared at a group of primitive people, and began to constantly assign tasks.

The last hunting, picking fruits, collecting firewood.

Eat less jerky in winter, and you may not starve to death. After all, everyone stays in the cave and does not move. But if there is less firewood, you will only be frozen to death.

The dead branches were picked up, and the strong men kept shaking the branches back and forth on the big tree, destroying the rotten trees, and then pulling them to the cave.

Thousands of people use firewood for a winter portion, and if they chop less, it will not be enough to burn it.

Primitive people were born in the world and lived through countless Cretaceous periods and were immortal. They naturally knew the horror of the Cretaceous period. Countless bloody lessons accumulated, and the primitive people knew what they should do at this time.

It was piled up into hills of firewood, and at first glance, there were dozens of them.

Thousands of people went to clean up the firewood. Although everyone used the large portion, they picked up the firewood quickly.

"The most resistant to burning among all trees is the kind of big tree similar to pine trees. Unfortunately, this kind of big tree is as hard as iron. It is not an ordinary difficulty for primitive people to infer it with their own strength!" Yang Sanyang stood under a big tree similar to a pine tree, and looked at the oil flowing out of the big tree as a natural material for lamp oil and torches. Yang Sanyang was reluctant to waste this big tree.

There is no need to have too many, there are hundreds of these pine trees, which is enough to consume the torches used by primitive people in a year.

He picked off the slightly red leaves and put them to his mouth and blew them, which attracted his attention. He looked at him with his eccentric eyes, clumsyly stretched out his fingers to pick up a leaf, and put them beside him, and only heard the "puff" sound, without any brittle sound, but he was so angry that he threw the leaf on the ground and trampled violently.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Yang Sanyang laughed happily and lowered his head to pick herbs.

The strong man went to the mountains to pick firewood and hunt, while the woman picked it at home and reserved fruit trees. All kinds of fruits that were not famous were dazzling and filled with joy.

Herbs are very important materials in winter. Once the Cretaceous period arrives, the entire land will be covered with snowflakes, and even if you want to pick herbs, you will not be able to find them. As a visionary person, Yang Sanyang naturally would not fail to prepare.

Carefully packing the herbs, Yang Sanyang looked at the skin of his body and frowned slightly. He felt that he needed to make a backpack.

But when weaving a backpack, you need to have tender strips of trees, and you still need to think a little more about it now when spring comes.

When he came to the pier, he looked at the man fishing in his tribe, and then looked at the vast river in Poland. Yang Sanyang suddenly felt his heart: "There are such fish on the shore, and I don't know if there are water monsters hidden in the middle of the river. If he can hunt water monsters, the people of his tribe will wash their hair and cut off their marrow..."

Unfortunately, there are countless dangers in the river, and Yang Sanyang did not have the courage to go down. Even if he sat in the bamboo tray, he would not dare to do so, because he once saw with his own eyes that the monsters of a house stirring the waves in the river. The bamboo tray was a small toy in front of the monsters waiting for the monsters.

I haven't done it yet, so how dare I enter the river and wade into the muddy water?

"However, if I get a fishing rod that is long enough, and people stand on the shore to fish... it may be possible to test it in advance to see what the secrets are in the river..." Yang Sanyang was a little moved.

There is no fishing rod that is dozens of meters long, but he can rub a kilometer-long hemp rope. It doesn’t matter if the fishing rod is shorter, as long as the hemp rope is long enough.

At that time, the worst is that you can stand at the high point and throw the fishing line down. What's the big deal?

As for making fish hooks, it is not difficult. The fish monster I hunted last time still has bones left. If you carefully polish it, it will definitely be possible to make a fish hook.

Curiosity is human nature. Now primitive people can hunt on the shore, so Yang Sanyang hit the target in the middle of the river in the distance, wanting to go to the muddy water first.

Yang Sanyang turned around and came to the cave, found his own sleeping cave, took out the pile of boiled bones, selected a piece of fish bones, and then began to polish them slowly.

Yang Sanyang actually thought a little too much. This is a real dragon bone. Can stones be ground open?

Of course, the stone could not grind the real dragon bones. More than a dozen bluestones were ground, and the bone was not damaged at all. Yang Sanyang fell into deep thought again.

If the stone cannot grind the bones of the real dragon, I can only find another way.

"This bone is so hard!" Yang Sanyang smashed his mouth, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes. He flipped through his own treasure, and then took out the gray Suiren Jiong.

Looking at the body of Suiren drilling that was almost jade-like, Yang Sanyang tentatively picked up the real dragon bone and rubbed it over, and then a layer of dust rolled up, and the real dragon bone finally moved.

Seeing that the real dragon's bones were being polished open, Yang Sanyang suddenly became energetic, so he simply did nothing all day long and just polished the fish hook carefully.

It took three days to polish the fish hook, and then Yang Sanyang began to rub the hemp rope again. The hemp rope for fishing should not be too thick, but not too thin.

He was not worried that the hemp rope would be bitten by a big fish in the river. He had the blessing of the sky net in his body. Who could break the silk thread of the sky net?

The hemp rope is not thick or thin, only the grains of rice are thick, but it is long enough. It took him half a month to rub the hemp rope that is 1,000 meters long.

Push the rope through the hook and then look for the fishing rod.

Finding a good fishing rod can better leverage.

Yang Sanyang stayed in the cave for half a month and finally walked out of the cave again. At this time, cold wind was blowing from the whole world, and leaves on the ground were piled up, laying a thick layer.

In the distance, wild beasts were walking back and forth around the tribe, screaming uneasy, their eyes full of murderous intent, but they were reluctant to get close.

The human territory has caused many wild beasts to be afraid of and become the forbidden area for wild beasts.

During the day, the wild beasts dare not approach the human resident at all.

"If you want to find a strong enough fishing rod, there is a kind of tree suitable!"

Yang Sanyang walked in the primeval forest, swaying back and forth in his hand, which shocked the beasts to retreat from afar.

"I remember there is a kind of tree here, like jade, one inch longer than three years, not afraid of storms or thunderstorms, and uses the essence of the sun and the moon as nutrients. Only when the spring thunder explodes every year will the accumulated strength be released for growth. Then, after the thunder, the plants and trees will return to silence and continue to accumulate the strength of the essence of the sun and the moon in the world!" Yang Sanyang's thoughts flowed, and then his steps suddenly stopped. He had already seen the goal of his trip.
Chapter completed!