We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 11 The Rainy Season is Coming
"Ula!"

Xia Minghao roared, and the wolf was so frightened that it no longer dared to covet the pile of wild boar entrails and ran into the bushes in a flash.

His running posture also made him notice the limp leg.

Looking in the direction where the lame wolf disappeared, Xia Minghao seemed to be deep in thought.

Unlike tigers, wolves often hunt in packs.

Now, however, this wolf has appeared alone and is lame, which means it has most likely lost its hunting ability and been driven away by the pack.

Thinking about the wolf's cowardly appearance, an idea naturally came to mind.

Is it possible to tame this wolf?

If it really succeeds, then we'll be the ancestors of dogs!

Dogs are man's best friend.

Perhaps in modern society, dogs are merely companions for healing the soul, and having to walk them every day is quite a hassle.

However, in primitive times, dogs played a much more significant role, and could even be considered "survival partners."

When hunting, they can serve as "scouts" and "assault soldiers," and in caves, they can also serve as "sentinels."

Seeing that the wolf had disappeared, the woman on the side wanted to go forward and bury the entrails.

But Xia Minghao immediately waved to stop the woman, and at the same time looked at the bushes again.

Although the wolf's tracks are no longer visible, it might be hiding somewhere.

If a woman were to approach, the wolf might suddenly pounce and bite; who knows?

Moreover, Xia Minghao was looking forward to reconnecting with this lame wolf.

"Don't go near there, everyone keep working."

Hearing Xia Minghao speak, the women's eyes were still filled with worry, but they ultimately chose to obey.

As dusk fell, the sun began to set in the west.

After chopping enough wood for grilling meat, Xia Minghao put away his survival knife and began building an earthen kiln.

Building a clay kiln for roasting meat is not difficult, and there are no major requirements for its airtightness.

First, use stones to create a rough shape, like building a wall. Then, fill the large gaps with small stones, and finally stick the moist soil from the forest onto it.

Finally, use tree bark to make a tube shape and insert it into the opening.

A very simple little earthen kiln was built.

The women had been glancing at the pile of entrails every now and then, worried that the wolf might come again.

But as the earthen kiln gradually took shape, more and more women focused their attention on this novel thing that resembled a small cave.

"Move the wood over here. Also, wild boar, blackfish, and tinder."

Xia Minghao spoke to the women whose eyes were filled with curiosity.

Soon, the women began to take action.

First, another bonfire was lit next to the earthen kiln, and then Xia Minghao threw the burning wood and timber into the kiln.

The women painstakingly cut the half-wild boar into four or five large pieces using stone tools.

But it's still not easy to roast them thoroughly. With such large pieces of wild boar meat, even if the outside is charred, the inside might not be cooked through.

Xia Minghao drew his survival knife again and began to cut the pork more meticulously.

After cutting a large piece of wild boar meat into fist-sized pieces, they were placed directly into the center of the earthen kiln, in an empty space that would not come into contact with the open flame.

These three blackfish, plus about five or six pounds of wild boar meat, were enough to feed the women and children until they were full, or even stuffed.

More wood was added, and the fire in the earthen kiln grew larger and brighter, illuminating the open space where the women were sitting together, along with the campfire.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky through the chimney, standing out prominently against the backdrop of the sunset.

The aroma of meat gradually wafted out from the opening of the earthen kiln.

All the women's little noses began to twitch, while the children excitedly jumped and laughed around the campfire. Everyone was enjoying the happiness of the moment.

But there was one exception: Hima.

Unlike other women, Hima, as the most knowledgeable woman in the tribe who had lived for over thirty years, was also more thoughtful than others, which made her more adept at planning ahead.

The rainy season is coming soon...

The prolonged rainy season makes their gathering and hunting extremely difficult, and it is common for them to go hungry.

Hima experienced so many rainy seasons and remembers them vividly.

When you go out to collect things during the rainy season, your body might get hot, like burning wood.

You will feel weak and cold, and you may actually die like a piece of burnt-out wood.

Hima also went out to collect, but the ground was too soft to walk on.

Moreover, the berries were swollen from being soaked in the rain; some looked perfectly fine, but when you bit into them, they tasted bitter and numbing.

The tubers are nowhere to be found or dug up.

The biggest problem is the fire; it simply won't start.

They returned home soaked in the rain, empty-handed, and had to go to bed wet and hungry.

If only we could have enough to eat and feel this warm during the rainy season, like today.

Hima stared sadly at the flickering flames, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Xia Minghao expectantly.

Could this capable man know what to do?
After all, there's an endless supply of meat in front of them, all because of this man.

Such a large amount of meat, and such a full stomach, were things that Hima could only dream of before.

But this man turned the dream into reality.

"Man, Run, what should we do? There's nothing to eat."

Xia Minghao was also hungry; in fact, because he had been so active today, he was starving.

His gaze, like that of the other women, was fixed on the flickering flames in the earthen kiln and the blackfish and wild boar meat that were gradually roasting.

Upon hearing Hima's words, he turned and looked over in confusion.

润？
After seeing Hima point to the sky and make a few more gestures, he finally understood.

"Run" likely refers to rain.

But why is there nothing to eat when it rains?

The women, who were enjoying the "little joys" of this primitive era, turned worried when they heard Hima's words.

Xia Minghao noticed the women's reactions and the expectation on Xima's face, and pondered in his heart.

Logically, rain shouldn't mean we won't have food; it's not like it's raining sulfuric acid.

What Hima was referring to was not a single rain, but a long rainy season.

"It's raining, how long, how long will it rain, how long will it rain?"

Xia Minghao asked, but Xima shook her head after thinking for a moment, as if she didn't know what to say.

I almost forgot, these primitive people probably couldn't even count, so asking them for a rough estimate of the number of days is just wishful thinking.

Now that communication has been established, it would be beneficial to start imparting some basic knowledge if the opportunity arises.

For example, if you can't count, a lot of information will be conveyed inaccurately.

At that moment, Xia Ya suddenly walked over and immediately spoke to Xia Minghao.

"I bleed, then it starts to rain; I bleed again, then it stops raining."

bleed?

Xia Minghao was completely bewildered. What did bleeding have to do with rain?
(End of this chapter)