The next day, Wang Lang spent a whole morning sharpening the more than 70 branches, and then inserted them diagonally into the clearing of the clearing in front of the cave entrance. Looking at the dense spikes like hedgehogs, Wang Lang felt a sense of security for the first time.

After completing the basic defense arrangement, Wang Lang collected some fine branches, weaved a one-meter-long ground cage, and wrapped the feces he excreted with leaves. Wang Lang took the cage to the river and put the feces he brought into the cage as bait, and then placed the cages in the water.

After doing all this, Wang Lang made some simple lasso traps that he had seen in wilderness survival programs in the nearby woods.

Just as Wang Lang set up a trap, a loud scream suddenly came from the tall trees. Wang Lang looked up and saw a group of monkeys flying between the branches on the treetops. Wang Lang looked at the monkeys so blankly that he couldn't speak.

"Monkey, this is actually a monkey. Isn't this the age of dinosaurs? Then what the hell is this?"

Before Wang Lang could figure out what was going on, a rustling sound came from the woods not far away, accompanied by a harsh roar, and the bird hidden in the bushes flew to the high place in a scream.

Wang Lang was so scared by this roar that his soul was rising. He no longer thought about it. He found a tree and climbed four or five meters high along the branches. Wang Lang never felt that he had the talent to climb trees.

Sitting on the branch, Wang Lang looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw a group of creatures similar to ceratops of cows running quickly in this direction. Behind the group of creatures, a few strange birds with one person tall were chasing behind them. Looking at the huge beak, Wang Lang had no doubt whether he would be alive if he was pecked.

Not long after, one of the monster birds caught up with the prey. The powerful legs jumped onto the prey's back and used its huge beak to tear off a large piece of meat from the prey's back. The prey made a miserable cry in pain, throwing the monster bird on its back. The monster bird rolled on the ground for a few times, then continued to chase after it with its short wings.

The injured prey didn't run for long, probably because of excessive blood loss, fell to the ground and fell down to declare its fate of death. After a while, the monster birds chasing their prey surrounded them and used their huge beak to tear the flesh and blood from the prey. A wave of wailing sounds reached Wang Lang's ears, making Wang Lang unable to bear to watch.

The strange birds were eating very fast. Not long after a creature the size of a cow was eaten, a skeleton was left. After the strange birds finished eating the food, two of them might have had a dispute. After a fight, they ran away with the other few.

Seeing this bloody killing, Wang Lang couldn't help but worry about his safety. He didn't know if it was a stupid decision to choose to live here. However, it didn't take long to give up the idea of ​​leaving here. Walking around in this dangerous jungle can only die faster. The water source here is close to where he lives, and there is enough food. If he leaves here rashly, the danger he will encounter is not something Wang Lang dares to gamble on.

After observing the tree for a while, seeing that there was no danger around, Wang Lang looked at the distance of the ground under his feet and couldn't help but curse, "Damn!"

As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain and it is difficult to go down the mountain. The same is true for climbing trees. In desperation, Wang Lang climbed to such a height in one breath, but when he was down, Wang Lang was frightened, afraid that he would accidentally step on the air. If he fell here, even if he fell, he would not die. If he sprained his ankle or had a fracture, it would be equivalent to being sentenced to death.

While climbing down, Wang Lang carefully observed the surrounding situation. It took Wang Lang nearly ten minutes to climb down at a height of four or five meters. After falling to the ground, Wang Lang did not dare to continue setting up the trap. He picked up the wooden spear and walked quickly towards the residence. He did not dare to delay the road for a moment.

After returning to his residence, Wang Lang ate some roasted bugs and recovered some physical strength. After the stimulation just now, Wang Lang deeply felt that he was always on the verge of death. In order to increase his ability to protect himself, Wang Lang desperately recalled some weapons he had seen on the forum before. He scraped his stomach and thought for a long time. Wang Lang believed that all he could make at present were bows and arrows and spear throwing tools.

For his own life, Wang Lang didn't want to delay for a moment. He hurriedly drank a few sips of water, took a stone axe and a stone knife and found some vines nearby, and chopped some back.

After Wang Lang peeled off these plant skins, he gently tapped them with a stone to separate the fibers in the bark. After doing this, Wang Lang carried the pile of bark to the river. The bark was made into ropes. Although Wang Lang had not done it before, he had read the relevant information and needed to soak it in water for a while. It was like he did not have a larger container. Wang Lang had to bite the bullet and come to the river one by one.

Wang Lang tied the pile of bark with thin branches and put it into the river. Wang Lang didn't know how long it would take to soak it, but he just planned to take it out after three days.

There was twenty minutes between the residence and the river. After seeing that strange bird, Wang Lang felt like he had walked in the gates of hell. So Wang Lang decided to burn some pottery and travel between the river road and the residence every day. Sooner and later, something happened.

Wang Lang didn't know what soil to use to burn pottery, but Wang Lang couldn't care about that much. He found some good sticky mud by the river to pack the empty back and transported it back to his residence. Until the sky was a little dark, Wang Lang had collected nearly one hundred kilograms of soil.

In the fire, Wang Lang spread wide leaves on a slightly flat stone and rolled the collected soil into mud strips. Until the moon rose to the treetops, Wang Lang had already pinched two ugly small jars with a height of about 30 centimeters in diameter. Wang Lang made several pots and several pottery bowls for the remaining soil.

Wang Lang put the made thick blank in the cave and waited for the shade to dry. After doing all this, Wang Lang was exhausted and exhausted. He filled the fire with some firewood and lay on the ground and fell asleep soon after.

In the next few days, Wang Lang dug a small hole outside the cave with stones and built a simple earth kiln with soil on the pit. The size of this earth kiln can only be used to fire two small pottery tanks at a time. In these days, I never encountered that group of strange planting animals or other strange birds. In addition, several fish weighing ten pounds were caught in the ground cages in the river, and an amphibian that Wang Lang didn't recognize. Catching these preys made Wang Lang excited for a long time, but the only drawback was that the lasso traps arranged in the deep forest never harvested.

The bark soaked in the river has been fished out by Wang Lang to make many ropes of varying thickness. Wang Lang made a bow with these ropes. After trying it, Wang Lang was a little disappointed. The power of this bow is only within ten meters to be lethal to animals such as pheasants. However, the spear thrower is easier to use. Wang Lang was satisfied after the experiment. The spearhead made of stone can be nailed to the trunk after being thrown out at a distance of 20 meters, which gave Wang Lang confidence in hunting. During this period, Wang Lang also learned two ways to drill wood to make fire and use flint to ignite. A lighter will be used up sooner or later.

After several days of placing, the coarse pottery in the cave had dried up. Wang Lang carefully moved them out of the cave, carefully polished the surface with stones and tried to smooth it. He put two pottery jars into the earthen kiln and sealed them with clay boards, and ignited them to start firing.

Since the first time I made this kind of thing, Wang Lang didn't know how high the temperature was needed and the specific firing time. Wang Lang could only try to increase the firepower and open the kiln from time to time to observe.

After several hours of firing, two light red pottery jars appeared in front of Wang Lang, and none of them broke. Wang Lang finally said to the thief who had scolded countless times, "God bless you!"

With successful experience, Wang Lang then put the remaining pottery into the kiln one by one, and did not fire all the coarse blanks produced until the evening. During this period, only two pottery bowls were broken.

Looking at these strange-shaped pottery, Wang Lang couldn't help but feel a little proud. With these things, he could not at least become a savage who eats raw meat and drinks blood.
Chapter completed!