Could it be that this time the priest Zheng really found hope for the tribesmen?

Sure enough, only the priest who is most knowledgeable and favored by the beasts can find this flower of hope.

After a huge confirmation, a vigorous hope spread throughout the station.

Those women who stir-fry Zhu Yuhua in Gu Zheng's way have a lot of spare time... sang the songs sung by the ancestors of the Youzhe family for generations.

This little song, which was composed of only a few individual tones, made Gu Zheng, who was alone in the tent and ignited a small pile of firewood, also picked up the corners of his mouth.

Gu Zheng, who was in a good mood, naturally had the intention to gather the wealth that the most powerful old priest of the Youzhe clan left to the client this time.

Gu Zheng, who did it at will, picked up a torch and began to churn the animal skin bag in the tent forward and backward.

Don’t say it, there are quite a lot of people. After a rough count, there are eight animal skins in the big bag.

After Gu Zheng opened the bag one by one, the comrade who thought he had been open since childhood and thought he had been a person who had been open, he gasped.

This is all a mess.

A bag of dry bones is complete in every part, but it is definitely not collected from an animal.

A bag of dead branches and leaves, in Gu Zheng's memory, is the most mysterious auxiliary material for cooking priest herbs.

A bag of colorful stones shines brightly against the backdrop of the fire. Some of them are finished products that pass through the holes, and some are raw stones with thick shells.

As for the remaining bags, except for the dresses used by the priests and the clothes for daily life.

There are actually a few shell coins circulating within the external tribes, a few extremely rare pieces of cotton, and a few animal skin books that record the tradition of the sacrificial tradition of the Zhe family.

If there is anything that is the most precious, in Gu Zheng's opinion, it should be a very simple map depicted on the inside of one of the largest and most sturdy animal skins.

This is a map from the Youzhe family to the Youchong family's resident area.

Although only a few very simple objects were drawn by hand, for the ethnic group where Gu Zheng was located, it was a top priority for life and death.

Without it, it is impossible to guide the tribe in the right direction. If one is wrong, he will go astray and eventually end up in the destruction of the group.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng sighed lightly, carefully looked at every detail on the map, and remembered it all in his mind, and then rolled up the map, which occupied a lot of space, and stored it in the same place as those books like ghost paintings, and carefully sealed it with animal skins.

As for the remaining skins, Gu Zheng just packed them up quickly and piled them together. I am afraid that when he migrated early tomorrow morning, he still needs to pile them on a trolley to transport them.

As for the pieces placed outside the big bag, they are mostly used by priests who are fired in earthenware. They are quite precious for pottery that can be used as hard currency.

Add to that, a short spear that was very rare in this era, its spear head was actually fired from bronze and then embedded on a wooden hammer. Perhaps these are the most valuable things passed down to him by this old priest.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng sighed, always feeling that before the Chinese Shang Dynasty, in this world similar to Xia, which mixed with multiple elements of the Shanhai Jing, his future was full of boundless thorns.

However, people can never fight for their lives, and they can only fight in this unknown torrent.

Gu Zheng, who has done his mental construction, has no dreams all night.

When we woke up early the next morning, we saw that most of the tribesmen in the entire tent had already dismantled the skins of the tents they lived in, and then untied the rattans on the skeleton built in the middle. The tough bamboos dispersed one by one, which could make people easily gather together. After being lifted onto the truck, they headed towards another garrison site....

But the question is, why do they still use such an ancient tackle in the tribe of the Zhe clan? This is not much different from the flat tackle used by Gu Zheng when he built pyramids in ancient Egypt that Gu Zheng once saw.

Although the area is large enough and can carry more things, during the migration process of tribes, whether it is flexible and mobility or the effective use of manpower, it is much different from the large carts in later generations.

Moreover, some trolleys were filled with items. When it was the last car's turn, there were only a few pieces on it, but everyone still had to send the same number of people to push the trolley. Isn't this a waste?

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng felt a little upset again.

At the beginning, we shouldn't have believed Guiguzi's promise, but in the end it was a mess.

Not only now, Xiao Wangshu no longer has the extra energy to open the time and space tunnel, so that they can return at any time, Guiguzi once promised that he would pass on the knowledge of mechanics and mechanisms to himself to achieve the rewards he would probably never be able to fulfill.

If Guiguzi had the mechanics of this very simple tool design and production, would he use Gu Zheng to explore based on memory?

That's the black technology that lights up the technology tree.

But just as Gu Zheng sighed alone, in his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, in the sleeping space of Xiaowushu, it seemed as if it had been activated by Gu Zheng's lament, and a faint sound sounded.

After the sound fell, a gray tech tree expression appeared in Gu Zheng's mind.

If you look closely, it will be a bare tree trunk standing in a very desolate place in this gray fog sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. It is so pitiful.

Maybe it was because Gu Zheng had a flash of inspiration just now. Gu Zheng, who had stared at the trunk carefully for a long time, finally saw a pitiful branch like granulation on the tree, slowly protruding from it. A small nameplate was trembling on the top of this strange thin branch, with two very simple characters written on it: Collection (wood, mineral)

But what I want to light up is the manufacturing of the tool truck, so why did he come up with the most basic collection?
Chapter completed!