The Birth of the Tribe

The scene of the small tribe is a reflection of the whole of the Welsh people.

When they came down from the trees because of the lack of food, they were destined to face the situation of competing with other predators for food.

The current Welsh are still too weak in the food chain to develop a large-scale tribe.

Such a situation may have to wait for tens of thousands of years for them to become more intelligent or to become physically larger to face other predators that are no longer disadvantaged.

Joseph was not willing to wait. He decided to give these human ancestors some help.

In fact, the direction of human evolution is quite clear. An exact replica of the evolution of the Earth, the final result must be a technological civilization.

Joseph does not want to deny the role of technological civilization, but can technological civilization really win in the war of civilizations?

Joseph is unsure about this.

And the disadvantages of technological civilization are quite obvious—individual weakness, too dependent on external forces.

It might be a better thing if a superpowered civilization or a cultivation civilization could be born.

"It would be nice to have beyond life born," Joseph thought.

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Joseph was born into this northwestern Welsh primitive tribe.

Of course, this was not really his original body; Joseph placed his consciousness in this newborn child.

This is just another way he chose to escape captivity.

If he were to lead the evolution, he might be able to reap a different effect.

He still has enough time to make countless attempts.

Joseph has no name; the Welsh have no concept of clan, or even a sense of ethics, and they expose themselves without clothes, male or female.

The small tribe rejoiced at the birth of another male, and they "oohed and aahed!" They cheered, knowing that the male was the backbone of the hunt.

Joseph only knew who the mother was and nothing about the father.

Every male in the tribe was a possibility, and in the extreme difficulty of survival, women had to always give birth to ensure the continuation of the tribe.

This mother did not know what she had given birth to; she had given birth to five children, none of whom had survived, and Joseph was the sixth.

Her sixth child drank milk, ate his fill, and then closed his eyes to sleep.

With Joseph's covert shelter, the small tribe has suffered many fewer attacks in the last ten years, which means the tribe finally has a few more people, now twenty.

Vee is Joseph's mother. This is Joseph's name for her. At the age of one, Joseph can walk and talk.

He pointed to Vee and kept shouting, "Vee! Vee!" The simple pronunciation was heard so often that Vee got her name.

Joseph himself was called "Jose," and another baby born with him was called "Kong."...

Everyone in the small tribe was named after Joseph.

(The accent can come late, but it will definitely come.lol)

They were so happy; they thought "Jose" was an extremely intelligent child who would become a leader in the future.

It was a very interesting experience, and Joseph intended to use it as a way to transmit the language, the way to make stone tools, and the fire.

It is also kind of Joseph to find something to do in his boring life.

Ten-year-old Welsh people are already considered adults and need to follow other experienced Welsh people out hunting.

In the first two years, Joseph found a cave and led their small tribe to move in.

The process did not go smoothly because there was no language to communicate in and Joseph could not tell them the advantages of living in a cave. They preferred to stay in the trees, which was passed down from their ancestors.

With no other choice, Joseph created a cold wind that blew in July, and the Welsh were forced to go to the cave to escape the cold.

In the meantime, Joseph showed them how to create fire and how to effectively sharpen stone tools.

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"Jose! Hunting! Hunt!"

The older Welsh shouted, in a voice more ape-like, and with the help of the guide, Joseph was able to understand what they were trying to say.

Hunting is a frequent activity.

Including Joseph, a total of six Welsh participated in this hunt, except for the necessary manpower left behind, almost all the nest.

The Welsh had not yet developed a sense of landmarks; they knew where to find food by experience.

It was midsummer in July, and it was extraordinarily hot on the prairie.

Joseph made a hat made of woven grass to protect himself from the scorching sun—he hadn't felt a change in temperature for nearly two thousand years, and such scorching heat and the cold winter wind, instead, were at times new to Joseph.

"Digka!!! Vara!"

"Just" pointed to Joseph's straw hat to express his surprise. He also wanted such a straw hat. Joseph signaled to go back to make one for him. The straw hat was his last out hunting. He found the weather hot before the idea.

For all the way jogging, finally after running for an hour or two to reach a foraging ground, for Welsh people, running such short distances is just a routine.

It was a valley quite secluded, requiring access through the bushes from the mountains.

Fortunately, there was also a small stream here.

The crowd jumped down the stream with great joy.

The valley was heavily wooded and the water was quite cool.

"Huff! Huff!" Sounds that resemble the cries of apes and monkeys expressing their joy came out of their mouths.

This is a secluded spot passed down through the ages of this small Welsh tribe, where sweet, edible fruit is produced every year.

There are fish in the streams and many small animals hiding in the mud and weeds, such as beetles or, perhaps, larger rabbits.

Not modern rabbits, of course, but seemingly ancestors of the rabbit, with grayish-yellow fur and teeth.

Although these rabbits are mainly grass-fed, they also occasionally eat bugs.

The leader of the six Welsh was called "Shi", who was just 20 years old, still young and with great strength and stamina.

"He took the sharpened branch from behind his back and tied the fish in the stream, which was of an unknown species. It was not very big, only about two fingers."

Stone's fish-tying skills are very skilled, in a short time out of a dozen.

The others climbed the trees and picked the fruit. The yellowish fruit is not very juicy and somewhat similar to the taste of bananas, but there is no resemblance to bananas at all.

At sunset, a group of people finally finished hunting. Today's harvest is good; twenty-four small fish, six hares, and a pile of fruit.

Enough for the whole tribe to have a full meal.

Hunting for larger animals is not a regular practice, and it requires great luck to find tracks of fallen animals, such as droppings or footprints.

In a few months, when winter comes, there will be a large migration of animals into the grasslands, and it is a good time to hunt at the same time.