Yang Yu left the Tribal Camp and headed for the workshop where the tribe made weapons.
Inside the workshop, two old men were busy working on their respective tasks.
"Clan Chief."
When they saw Yang Yu enter from outside the workshop, the two old men set down their work and saluted the clan leader.
The only reason they could still remain in the tribe was the clan leader's presence.
Had the clan leader not existed,
according to the customs of the Primitive Tribe,
they would both have been abandoned by the tribe.
Simply because they could no longer create value for the tribe, yet still needed to consume the Primitive Tribe's supplies.
Once people grew old, being abandoned was perfectly normal.
"Rise."
Yang Yu waved a hand and said, "Shan, how many bows and spears can the tribe produce each day now?"
"Clan Chief, the workshop currently consists only of Wen and me. We can make one bow per day. As for spears, the process is more complicated, so it takes about two days to make one."
The old man immediately reported the workshop's situation to the clan leader.
Hearing Yang Shan's words,
Yang Yu frowned and asked, "Why?"
Wasn't making bows and arrows simple?
Why could they only forge one bow each day?
As for the spears,
they were essentially javelins.
"This..."
The old man hesitated.
Being able to make one bow and arrow each day was already the limit of their abilities.
"How many spears and bows does the Yang Clan currently have?"
Yang Yu asked.
"Reporting to the Clan Chief, because we began making bows later, we only have nine bows."
"As for spears, we have eighteen."
Shan told the clan leader about the workshop's current stock.
Although he did not know why the clan leader was asking, these were matters the clan leader had every right to know.
"Since we already have eighteen spears, that is enough for the clan's current needs. Stop making spears for now."
"But why do we only have nine bows?"
Yang Yu pondered for a moment.
After all,
bows and arrows had existed for several years now.
Yet they only had a few bows.
It was practically laughable.
"Clan Chief, the Hunting Team goes out every day, and the bows suffer wear and tear. Many can no longer be used, so our workshop can't maintain a larger stock of bows and arrows."
Shan looked at the clan leader bitterly.
Then,
Shan explained the bow-making process to the clan leader in detail.
After all, the bow-making technique had been taught to them by the clan leader.
"Too slow. Far too slow."
Hearing Shan's words, Yang Yu shook his head slightly. "At this rate, once the Yang Clan grows, it will be difficult to supply the Hunting Team."
"I'll assign some clansmen to help you."
"Making bows is simple. It isn't as difficult as you imagine."
"Wen will be responsible for the bowstrings, and Shan will be responsible for making the bows. Wouldn't that greatly increase your output?"
They could not actually establish an assembly line yet, but he could instill the concept of assembly-line production in them ahead of time.
That way,
he would have much less to worry about.
At his words, Shan and Wen fell silent, apparently considering the method their clan leader had given them.
It seemed quite feasible.
"I came here this time because I need you to hurry and make some arrows. The Yang Clan's consumption of bows and arrows may become very high in the near future."
Yang Yu remembered his true purpose for coming to the workshop and looked seriously at the first "researchers" of the Yang Clan.
"Very high consumption?"
In an instant,
the two men looked at each other.
Had more people joined the clan?
Or was the clan leader planning to personally lead a large-scale hunt?
"That's right."
"Also, it's nearly mealtime."
"Go to the cafeteria and eat." Yang Yu nodded, glanced at the sky outside, and spoke.
He could not let the researchers go hungry.
"Yes."
The next day.
Tribal Camp.
The Hunting Team's members had already arrived at the center of the Tribal Camp as soon as dawn broke.
Looking at the several tribal warriors who had arrived, Yang Yu's eyes turned stern. "Since you're all here, I'll establish new rules for the Hunting Team."
"1. Every morning, you must arrive at the center of the Tribal Camp."
"2. My orders are the highest orders. Aside from me, no one may command the Hunting Team. Your duty is to obey orders. If I tell you to go east, you must not go west. Violators will be executed immediately, and their families' share of tribal resources will be halved."
"3. The Hunting Team must never abandon injured comrades or kill one another. You must help each other. Only then can our Yang Clan survive in this vast Great Wilderness. Violators will be removed from the genealogy and expelled from the clan. The clan will also stop supporting your wives and children."
"4. The spirit of respecting the elderly and caring for the young must be displayed by the Hunting Team and spread throughout the entire tribe. Anyone who fails to respect the elderly and care for the young will be dealt with according to clan law."
"5. From now on, no one is allowed to interrupt while I'm speaking. If you have something to say, remember to call out, 'Report.' Anyone who fails to do so will be dealt with according to clan law."
"6..."
Next,
Yang Yu explained the rules he had established to the Hunting Team members present. "I've finished explaining. Does anyone have anything to say?"
For a moment, everyone absorbed and digested the words the clan leader had just spoken, their hearts filled with dread.
They were simply too harsh.
Yet no one spoke. Instead, they all looked at Yang Yu.
After all, he was the tribal clan leader.
"Since no one has anything to say, these rules will be carved into the records."
"Next, run laps around the tribe. Ten laps."
"After completing ten laps, you may go to the cafeteria to eat."
"Then return here, and I'll explain what you need to do next."
In an instant,
everyone's eyes widened.
Such a simple command?
For them, ten laps were far too easy.
The tribe was not very large, after all.
Running ten laps would be effortless.
"Begin." Yang Yu did not waste any words and immediately ordered the Hunting Team's warriors to start moving.
Led by the Hunting Team captain, Yang Feng, everyone began running around the tribe.
Yang Yu, meanwhile, did not move. He merely watched everything in silence.
The two iron-tower-like men, A Da and A Er, stood beside Yang Yu.
"What are you two standing here for?"
Yang Yu noticed the two men and asked in surprise.
"Clan Chief, do we have to run too?" A Da scratched his head and looked at his clan leader in confusion.
"Not running? Fine."
"You'll lose one meal today."
Yang Yu raised his brows and spoke playfully.
"Huh? We'll run. We absolutely have to run."
Although the two men were rather simple-minded, they knew that eating their fill was what mattered most.
As for anything else, who cared?
With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Yang Yu watched the Hunting Team, which had started out running impressively but had now slowed down, and anticipation filled his eyes.
The Hunting Team was the embryo of an army.
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