For Xia Pingan, who had obtained a master's degree in history from Yuanmingyuan Vocational and Technical College in his previous life, he could confirm that this tribe was an ancient tribe in the Paleolithic Age after just a few glances at the scene in front of him.

Judging from their appearance, the people of the tribe are the ancestors of the Chinese people. Judging from the vegetation and trees around the tribe, this tribe should be located in a certain area north of the Yangtze River.

Xia Ping'an saw the familiar horse chestnuts, neem trees, chrysanthemums and white birches in the surrounding forests. There were also shrubs such as pyracantha and wheat plum on the nearby hillsides.

Xia Pingan disagrees with some historians who regard polished stone tools as the standard for dividing the Neolithic Age into the Paleolithic Age. Such a determination is rigid and ridiculous, and is different from the objective development laws of history.

According to that identification standard, the ancient people used various methods such as the anvil-bumping method, the throwing method, and the hammering method to make stone tools, which means that they were in the Paleolithic Age. If an ancient person took the stone to grind it, he would have lived

In the Neolithic Age.

Under such a classification standard, if some ancient people in the same tribe were smarter, they would think that using the anvil method, throwing method, hammering method, smashing method, and indirect striking method, historians "

Unsatisfied with the stone tools made by various methods "invented" through research, he took the stone and simply ground it. Then, according to the standards of some historians, did that tribe live in the Paleolithic period?

era, and living in the Neolithic Age?

The standard for dividing the two eras is to deduce that all the ancients only used stones to hammer, throw, hit, beat, and toss them in various ways, instead of simply grinding them?

In Xia Pingan's view, such standards are too mechanical and rigid, and were based on the assumption that there was not a single smart person among the ancients.

Xia Ping'an has insisted from his previous life that the true criterion for classification in ancient times lies in whether the ancients completely mastered fire, a means of transforming and conquering nature and the most critical energy source.

The ancient people who could use the fire produced by thunder and volcanic eruptions lived in the old fire era, while the ancient people who could make their own fires made fire in the new fire era.

Suiren is the only recorded pioneer in the new fire era of mankind, and is the great contribution of the Chinese ancestors to the entire human civilization!

Mastering fire means mastering the most important energy source of this era, and productivity will be greatly improved. Fire can be used to make various tools and pottery, and to process various foods. Tribal populations can reproduce stably, and agricultural production will also emerge.

Thinking of the three words "Suiren" on the boundary bead, Xia Pingan's heart moved. Could it be...

At this moment, a man wearing animal skins came out of the cave and started beating the tree drum at the entrance of the cave with a wooden stick.

The tree drum is a hollow old tree trunk. When struck with wood, the trunk will make a bang-bang-bang sound that can travel far.

Hearing that sound, all the people in the tribe who were still busy gathered towards the hillside.

In just a moment, the hillside was filled with people, probably thousands of them, including men, women, old and young.

Xia Pingan also gathered with the crowd.

Another group of people poured out of the cave!

The people who poured out of the cave were all strong men and women. They were wrapped in many animal skins and held spears in their hands. The one walking at the front was a man with gray hair and a spear in his hand.

An old man with a cane and a necklace of animal bones hanging around his neck.

Behind the old man, a tall man with disheveled hair was tied up with a rope made of vines and escorted out. The man looked ashen and dejected, and walked staggeringly.

The old man holding the cane raised his hands, and the crowd rushing to the entrance of the cave fell silent.

The old man with the animal bone necklace around his neck glanced around with a sad look, and cried out sadly at the entrance of the cave, "God is punishing us, the sacred fire of our tribe has been extinguished..."

The crowd became commotion, and at that moment, some people began to kneel down to pray, while others burst into tears.

On the hillside with thousands of people, mourning suddenly filled the field, and countless people cried loudly, as if it was the end of the world.

"Without divine fire, how can we resist the terrifying darkness that devours the sky and the earth? Without divine fire, the ferocious beasts, tigers, wolves, and poisonous insects will devour and sting us to death while we sleep. Without divine fire, the cold winter is coming, and countless people of our tribe will

, will be frozen to death..." The old man with the animal bone necklace around his neck looked up to the sky and cried out in grief.

"Without divine fire, our warriors cannot make sharp and hard wooden spears. Without divine fire, we can only continue to eat raw and cold animal meat. Food cannot be stored for too long. Our bodies will be weak and we will get diseases. Our

The child will no longer be strong and will have difficulty growing up..."

The cries on the hillside echoed throughout the world.

For such a tribe, fire is the treasure of the entire tribe, the most precious thing, and the only energy source that people can control. Without fire, it would be difficult for the entire tribe to survive in the wilderness and would face all kinds of problems.

Such a living dilemma.

"This man is the most powerful warrior in our tribe. We gave him the responsibility of guarding the divine fire, but he accidentally fell asleep last night and let our divine fire go out..."

"Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

Countless people on the hillside roared and stared at the tied man with angry eyes. The tied man cried bitterly, knelt on the ground, and cried loudly, "Chief, I am willing to die to apologize, but

Before I die, please let me and other warriors bring back the fire of the divine fire, and please let me die on the road to atonement..."

The weeping and regretful warrior did not calm down the angry crowd around him, because in everyone's eyes, the value of fire is far higher than a person's life.

"He must be held accountable for his crimes, but before punishing him, our tribe needs a team of warriors who dare to die, to climb over the countless mountains in the distance, to go to the mountain pass where flames gush out from the ground, and bring back our divine fire.

The fire..." The old man pointed to the mountains in the distance, his voice heavy and sad.

Looking at the huge mountains in the distance, countless people fell silent. There were countless ferocious beasts in the mountains, and the journey was difficult. Moreover, the legendary mountain pass where flames gush out from the ground was also full of dangers. It was necessary to bring the sacred fire back from the distant mountains.

, for this mission, for those who go there, they may not be able to come back successfully with the fire after a narrow escape.

Many tribes sent warriors to bring back the divine fire, but in the end the people were never heard from again and never came back.

To bring back a fire, many teams have to be sent out one after another before one team can successfully bring back the fire.

For all warriors, this is the most arduous and dangerous test of this era.

For a fire, people die almost every day between the rising and setting of the sun and the moon.

"I'm old. This tribe needs a new leader. The warrior who can bring back the divine fire this time can succeed me and become the next leader of our tribe..."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, among the initially hesitant crowd, warriors stood up one by one, willing to cross the mountains and bring the divine fire from afar.

Xia Pingan had been watching. At this time, when he thought of the three words "Suiren" on the boundary bead, Xia Pingan finally knew what he was going to do.

If there is no deviation in his understanding, in this situation, he is required to take on the role of the Suiren clan and assume the historical mission of the Suiren clan.

Xia Pingan was excited, and an unspeakable emotion and restlessness surged in his body.

In full view of everyone, Xia Pingan walked out of the crowd, took a few steps forward, and said loudly, "Chief, there is no need to sacrifice the warriors of our tribe. As long as you give me half a day, I can bring you the divine fire. Let the divine fire of our tribe be

Never extinguishes..."

The crowd started to commotion. Everyone looked at Xia Pingan who stood up with expressions of disbelief. The tribe leader also glared at Xia Pingan who stood up, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"If I can't do it, please ask the patriarch to punish me. I am willing to accept any punishment!"

"Are you waiting for the sky fire brought by the thunder?" The old man took the lead and glanced at the clear sky, glaring at Xia Pingan, "No one can know when the sky fire will come. It may not be until after the heavy snow that the leaves

Only by turning green again many times can you encounter the sky fire..."

"I'm not waiting for the fire from the sky. I don't need to wait for the sky or rely on the earth. I can generate the fire myself!" Xia Ping'an said loudly.

The whole tribe roared, and everyone looked at Xia Pingan in shock. In the eyes of those in the tribe, this person who stood up and said such things was simply crazy. How could he give birth to a child without waiting for the fire from the sky or collecting the fire from the earth?

Divine fire coming?

impossible!

Totally impossible!

Fire is a divine object. How can man create a divine object? Wouldn't that make man the same as a god?

"If you can do it, you are the person sent by God to bring us the divine fire. From now on, the entire tribe will listen to you!" The old man said simply, "If you can't do it, you can follow those warriors to climb over

Dashan, go get the divine fire!"

"Okay!" Xia Pingan smiled and looked around, "Everyone can watch how I create the divine fire in our tribe. I need to prepare some tools..."

"I will give you whatever you need..." the clan leader said directly. He did not believe that Xia Pingan could use things to create divine fire. He just wanted to see what tricks Xia Pingan was playing.

The entire tribe became curious, and Xia Ping'an began to prepare tools under everyone's eyes, regardless of what they were doing.

Xia Ping'an first found a wooden stick several feet long, then pushed aside the soft vines to make a rope. He tied the rope to both sides of the wooden stick and tightened it, but the wooden stick did not bend, making a straight line.

A simple tool similar to a piano bow.

Later, Xia Pingan found another piece of dry firewood and a shorter dry stick in the cave. He sharpened one end of the dry stick on the stone, and then used a stone chisel to chisel the piece of firewood.

A hole was made, and a small hole was opened next to the hole made.

Then Xia Pingan found hay veneer and asked the people next to him to beat the hay veneer hard with stones. The hay veneer was beaten into a fine velvet shape and became fibrous. Then Xia Pingan began to show how to drill wood to make fire.

He stepped on the piece of wood with a hole cut out with a stone, then inserted the sharpened wooden stick into the hole, and then put a rope like a bow on the short stick. As Xia Pingan pulled the wooden stick, the sharpened stick

The short stick rotated and rubbed rapidly in the wooden hole.

Drilling wood to make fire was completely trivial to Xia Pingan.

More than ten minutes later, under everyone's shocked gaze, as Xia Pingan's movements became more and more skillful, the wooden board with the holes began to smoke, and the smoking wood chips in the wooden board leaked out from the wooden holes next to it.

, fell on the piles of dry grass and trees nearby that were beaten into velvet.

The dry and fluffy grass pile gradually started to smoke. Xia Pingan blew gently with his mouth. After a while, a flame finally appeared on the small pile of grass.

Success!

The people in the tribe were stunned, as if they had witnessed a miracle.

Xia Pingan continued to add thin pieces of firewood to the fire, and after a while, he built a blazing bonfire on the spot.

"The divine fire, the divine fire is lit..." The whole tribe stirred up, looking at Xia Pingan as if looking at a god.

What Xia Pingan had just done was no less than a magic performance for the entire tribe. The precious divine fire was transformed into Xia Pingan's hands.

The divine fire did not come from the sky or the earth, but from themselves, and was transformed from Xia Pingan's hands.
To be continued...