Chapter 299: Cavemen
"Ahem! Junior Brother Fuxi, although I have the power, this thing cannot be changed casually." Bai Chuan coughed twice:
"Actually, I have increased the temperature in winter quite a bit."
The first generation of humans were physically strong, and their bodies were invulnerable to cold and heat. They could survive winter and summer with ease.
But it is a big disaster for the acquired human race.
Moreover, although the human race has good weather as ordered by the Emperor of Heaven, wind, rain, thunder and lightning are also common occurrences, as well as the 'beasts' in the Yellow River, which are also for them...
In short, things that people usually have no sense of at all, when placed on the human race, are infinitely magnified disasters.
I took a quick look and discovered one of the unique human races:
"Junior brother, is there something unique about that female race?"
I raised my hand and pointed at the woman sitting on the big stone in the human tribe.
The woman was dressed in animal skins and had a tiger skin hat on her head.
Among all the disheveled human beings, he stands out.
She saw one tribe after another, either bringing fruits or small beast carcasses, all reporting to her.
Although the human race is not very civilized, they have learned how to bow in a decent manner. Although it is not standard, some still clasp their fists in salute, but at least it proves their learning ability and humility.
"Her." Fuxi smiled happily, his eyes filled with 'pleasure':
"Her name is Yi. She created all the clothes of the human race today, so the people recommended her as their leader. Now the human race is headed by her."
"I see."
"Junior brother, I have doubts." Tongtian raised his hand and asked:
"I suspect that your blood and essence have been mixed with water."
Shirakawa:"……"
Fuxi: "..."
Yuan Shi glared at Tong Tian: "Don't mess around!"
"Ahem, why don't you liven up the atmosphere?"
"She is outstanding." Fuxi smiled:
"If we didn't have the innate inheritance, we might still be worse off at this point..."
"Indeed." Bai Chuan nodded: "The human race has not inherited the spirit of enlightenment, so it is good to take this step."
Animal skin coats and turf skirts, these things at least provide the human race with the most basic ability to cover the body and keep out the cold, and are the first step in the human race to have an 'ethical' distinction.
This is the first step to adapt to nature with your own wisdom.
Bai Chuan and others sat on Fengqi Mountain and watched from a distance.
Qingqiu has moved here a long time ago. Although they have not experienced "moving" for a long time, they are still familiar with it. They are now 30,000 miles north of the Human Race, close to the Human Race.
The Feng Clan also took action, just like in the clouds above the Yellow River, where the three Feng Clan brothers and sisters watched the development of the human race without interfering too much.
The human race is not without danger.
Regarding the human race, there is indeed a powerful person with evil intentions who created a race to become a saint. So what is so miraculous about this race?
However, Da Luo didn't dare to move, and Tai Yi couldn't get in.
Not to mention anything else, the Heavenly Court, the Phoenix Clan and the pressure of Qingqiu isolate all living beings above humans and immortals.
Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of death, think that their means are sufficient, or think that they can sneak in as long as they disguise themselves well.
And all of them are without exception. What greets them is only a red thread, or five-color divine light, or yin and yang divine light...
Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye it was the eighth winter of the human race.
Under the leadership of Yi Shi, the human race began to move again. As winter approached, they had to leave.
A "small mountain" seven hundred miles away from the side of the Yellow River was the goal of their trip.
The mountain was very steep and dangerous. After more than half a month of relocation, the human race finally reached the halfway point of the mountain.
The mid-mountain area is quite good, with countless caves, so the human race begins to prepare for the winter.
The "Stop Cave People" are still like this. During the day, the men of the tribe hunt in the mountains, and at night they surround the women and children of the tribe and the Houtian tribe in the depths of the cave.
With the appearance of the Ziyi clan, more and more clothes were worn on the human race.
This year is a good year in which no one froze to death.
It is the season of resurrection of all things, and many people in the tribe have planned to live here in the future. However, under the leadership of Yi Shi, the human race returned to the bank of the Yellow River.
Without him, Yi Shi already had a new understanding.
"Weaving" vigorously promotes the human race!
In the autumn of the eighth year of the human race, the Yi clan officially changed its name to the Ziyi clan, and added 'woven clothes' to the original clothing.
The animal skin clothing and turf skirt are sewn layer by layer to achieve the effect of keeping out the cold.
This year, the human race does not need to return to the cave, but relies on the Ziyi clan's 'woven clothes' to survive.
The human race also lived a life where men farmed and women weaved.
Bai Chuan and others watched everything silently.
The development of the human race is really not slow. In eight years, only eight years, no more clan members will be 'frozen to death'.
"This luck..."
Yuanshi's pupils twitched.
A big star shines in the sea of luck, and this star reflects the Ziyi clan of the human race.
This huge amount of luck could not help but shock Yuan Shi.
A quasi-sage might not have such luck, right?
Not even 300,000 mortals, but with luck comparable to that of a quasi-sage?
As time goes by, thousands of years pass by.
The acquired human race changes through generations, and the first batch of innate race members also die.
They died of 'unknown' and 'seeking knowledge', and made greater contributions to the human race.
Along the south of the Yellow River, nearly 20 million human tribes live here. They call this the "Ziyi tribe".
"What are we really not going to do?" Tongtian asked.
He is capable of reaching the sky, good at preaching, and good at solving doubts. After hundreds of years, the human race has fallen into a "bottleneck".
"Third brother, do you know why you don't calculate half a point?" I said calmly.
Tongtian was confused and sneered: "Brother, tell me."
"Sometimes, it doesn't require us to do anything. It's just a matter of proficiency. Just a butterfly flapping its wings can cause countless chains."
I looked calm and looked at Bai Chuan:
"Junior brother."
"Harm, okay." Bai Chuan smiled and shook his head:
"Then, give it a little push."
With that said, Bai Chuan snapped his fingers.
After a while, it seemed like nothing happened.
"Junior brother, what did you do?" Tongtian blinked and asked in confusion.
"Just keep reading, it's just a little push."
Bai Chuan folded his hands on his chest, smiled and watched the changes.
Time continued to pass, and after three months, in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, a certain human race had a sudden idea.
"What will happen under this earth?"
Without too much hesitation, the first-generation humans chose a very comfortable location and dug directly with their bare hands.
For three whole days, the nails dug by the first generation of humans were filled with blood.
Even so, he still didn't stop.
Somehow, he always felt that there were good things in the earth!
finally!
In the early morning of the fourth day, after simply eating two fruits, the human race continued digging, and a golden light suddenly appeared from the pit!
hold head high!