I am a Primitive Man

After struggling and hesitating for a while, a child stepped forward and brought over the package that the leader of the evil Red Tiger Tribe left here before he left.

Then turn it on.

After opening it, the scene inside was revealed.

After seeing the scene inside, these people were immediately stunned on the spot, and the eyes of some people couldn't help but widen.

It is really the things contained in this package, which are too surprising, but also too tempting!

What is contained here is not extraneous, but in their opinion, extremely precious and extremely delicious rice!

Faced with such a situation, how could they not be happy?

The adult, half lying on the ground with one arm bleeding and unable to lift it up, was also surprised.

This look of surprise was quickly replaced by a smile.

It is rare for the tribe to get so much rice at one time.

Now that they got so much at once, tonight, after the leaders and the others return, the children in the tribe will be able to satisfy their hunger!

@##￥@#!

Just because he's happy doesn't mean the rest of the people are happy.

In the cave, suddenly there was an angry and childish cry.

The minor who opened the parcel dropped by the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe with his own hands shouted, picked up the stretched parcel with both hands, and quickly walked out of the cave together with the rice on it.

Then with force in his hands, he threw it to the ground.

Such a move stunned several people in the tribe, but these minors quickly realized why this minor did this.

And felt he was doing the right thing.

@#@! @#E#$!

The minor who returned to the cave empty-handed said to the people in the tribe who looked at him with anger in his eyes.

He means,

They don't eat what the evil Red Tiger Tribe gives them!

No more rice!

These children in the tribe, remembering what happened not long ago, also nodded one after another, expressing their agreement with the child's actions and statements.

They really can't and don't want to eat the rice left by the Red Tiger tribe.

The adult half lying on the ground showed a surprised look.

Afterwards, the corners of the eyes of this person who was beaten so hard and did not cry suddenly became moist.

Red eyes.

@##@%\u0026...

The adult said so.

What he meant was, don't throw away the rice, but pick it up, the rice is delicious when cooked.

“@#WE…”

The children in this tribe said so while shaking their heads like rattles.

What they mean is, they don't eat rice, they don't want to eat rice boiled food.

“@#QWES…”

A child said aloud, meaning that the rice tastes bad at all, and it is not as good as the wild vegetables cooked by their own tribe, so they don't want to eat such food.

The rest of the children, upon hearing what this child said out loud, nodded their heads one after another, expressing their agreement with what this child said.

The people of this tribe, seeing the performance of their tribe's children, their eye sockets became hotter, and tears couldn't help but want to flow out.

He looked at the children of his tribe, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

After doing this for a while, he used his uninjured arm to support the ground and sat up hard.

Then stood up again.

Seeing this, these children hurried to his side and reached out to support him.

@#@\u0026*\u0026...

The male primitive said this aloud.

What he meant was, let these children continue to spear fish, leave him alone, and bring back more fish for the tribe.

He's fine, don't worry about him.

The children in the tribe were still worried and wanted to continue to help, but in the end they couldn't hold back the injured adult primitive man.

They picked up simple harpoons, walked out of the tribe's cave, and headed towards the large pond outside the tribe.

In the process of walking, many people will turn their heads.

This injured adult primitive man stood at the cave entrance of the tribe, looking at them with a smile on his face, very relaxed.

It was as if not long ago, he was not beaten by the Red Tiger Tribe at all, and there was no blood on his arm.

Seeing him like this, the children in the tribe felt a lot easier in their hearts.

Start walking quickly towards the pond.

Because of them, the tribe suddenly lost so much stored food today. Now they have to use their own efforts to obtain more food for the tribe and make up for the loss as much as possible.

Ahem...

After these minors walked a little farther, the adult with a relaxed complexion suddenly shrank a lot from his straightened body.

The relaxed expression on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Because of the pain, his body was trembling slightly.

There was blood all over his left arm.

Some have dried up, and some have just flowed out.

But the new flow is not so much.

He returned to the cave, came to a container, picked up the water in it with his right hand, and washed his left arm.

His left arm could no longer be raised, and he could only move it a little bit. Many places were swollen and scary.

After washing off the blood on his arm, the primitive man stood up with his still intact right arm supporting the stone wall.

After standing still and resting for a while, the adult walked outside.

After a while, he came outside the cave and stopped.

Where he stood, there was a lot of spilled rice.

These rice were thrown out by the children of their tribe not long ago, and the rice that the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe left when he was leaving.

He stood here looking at the rice for a while, then sighed, shook his head, and squatted down slowly with his right hand on his knee.

Then he started to use his hands to pick up the rice scattered on the ground and grab the animal skin.

He took this matter very seriously.

After grabbing the large pile of rice, he used his fingers to pick up the rice grains scattered on the ground one by one, and placed them on the animal skin wrapped on the ground.

After doing this for a while, the grown-up man picked up the rice grains scattered on the ground.

He squatted here, rested for a while, and then began to tie the animal skin with his hands.

The rice is placed on top of the animal skin. If the animal skin is not tied first, it is very difficult to remove the rice on it. Just lift it with your hands, and the rice will spill all over the ground.

So even if the hand is very inconvenient, he still insists on tying it up first.

One hand wants to tie the package, except for a few people with extremely strong skills, the rest of the people simply don't have such ability.

It was also because of this that after trying with his right hand for a while and finding that he couldn't do it at all, the adult had to slowly stretch out his injured left arm, which didn't use much strength at all.

With his left hand, he reluctantly grabbed a corner of the leather, and cooperated with his right hand to wrap the animal skin and fasten it.

The process was not smooth, and it took the person quite a while.

There was also sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a while, the adult who was holding the package in his right hand stood up and walked towards the tribal cave with his body shaking a little.

When he came to the cave, he put down the package in his hand, squatted down, clasped the pitted stone on the ground with his hands, and exerted force with his body. After a while, he lifted it up.

After finishing this work, the man was panting heavily, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

After resting here for a while, the man bent down and untied the package on the ground, reached out and grabbed several handfuls inside, then picked up the stick that had fallen from the ground, held it with his hand, and started Pound the rice one by one.

The work of pounding rice is carried out with both hands holding a wooden stick, and it is too strenuous to hold it with one hand.

A person in good health, holding it with one hand, after a while, will be too tired and uncomfortable.

Not to mention, this primitive man suffered a severe beating not long ago.

After holding it a few times, sweat was all over the body and face, and the breath in the mouth became uneven.

Bang, bang, bang...

In the cave, there was a sound that was much smaller than before.

A male primitive man with a basically immobile arm and a lot of dust on his body stood here, holding a wooden stick with one arm, pounding rice here again and again, as if he didn't know how tired he was.

Not long ago, when the rice was being pounded, the tribe was full of joy and laughter. Now that the rice is being pounded, there is only one person left in the tribe, a person who was seriously injured, his body was shaking uncontrollably, Pound the rice again and again here.

He looked extremely weak and exhausted, but he didn't stop much, just pounding rice here again and again...

Time flew by, and before you knew it, it was already night.

In the somewhat messy cave, there is the smell of food permeating the air.

This kind of aroma is extremely attractive, and it is far from comparable to those foods eaten in the tribe before.

During the day, in the seemingly empty cave, there were many more people at this time.

This is the person who went to get food elsewhere, and returned.

If it was in the past, when there was such a scent of food permeating the caves of the tribe, the people in the tribe would be extremely happy, and the atmosphere would be very good, as lively as the New Year of the Qingque tribe.

But now, the atmosphere in the tribe is very depressing, so dull that it makes people breathless.

Many people in the tribe sat quietly like this, or leaned against the stone wall, in a daze.

Everyone's hearts seemed to be weighed down by a heavy stone.

After a while like this, the man who had been beaten by the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe and whose left arm could basically be declared useless stood up, picked up the bowl from the stack of bowls with his usable right hand, and gave them one by one. Standing next to a large earthenware container of food.

The pottery bowls in the tribe are far from enough for one person.

So after a while, the bowls placed here began to look strange.

Some are hewn from stone, others from wood...

After arranging these bowls, the man began to use his right hand to hold a very simple wooden bowl with a long handle, and put rice into these bowls from the large pottery.

Many people in the tribe looked over, and after looking at it, they turned their heads back to the original position and continued with the previous work.

There are also some people who feel incomprehensible or angry.

The tribe has already encountered such bad things, but you still only want to eat? !

How can this be eaten!

The man didn't care about these things, he just served food there.

Even his right arm was about to lose consciousness, and he didn't use much strength. He held a spoon of rice in his hand, which seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he was still serving the rice quietly.

After a while, he filled all the rice bowls placed here in such a heavy atmosphere.

@#￥@##￥......

He put down the spoon-like thing and greeted the people in the tribe to eat.

The people in the tribe turned their heads to look at him, then looked at the rice placed there, did not speak out, but turned their heads again, and continued to maintain the previous posture.

This person was stunned.

Then continue to call the people in the tribe to eat.

This time, quite a few people just ignored him without even turning their heads.

He yelled three times in a row, but no one came to eat.

After a while like this, he stopped talking.

He bent down and picked up a bowl of rice with his already exhausted right hand, walked towards the leader of his tribe, and put it next to the leader.

Then he came back again, continued to hold the bowl of food, and put it in front of the others.

The people in the tribe were silent, and many people's chests were heaving sharply.

@#￥#￥@3...

The leader of this tribe, looking at this pale man with a severely injured arm and a limp walking, seemed to be filled with a lot of things in his heart.

After a while like this, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke loudly.

After saying such words, he reached out to pick up the bowl on the ground, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

What he meant was to tell the people in the tribe not to be stunned, and to eat and sleep quickly. The tribe will go out to find food tomorrow!

After hearing his words and seeing his example, the people of this tribe began to act.

Some people began to pick up the bowls at their feet to eat, and some people went directly to the place where the bowls were placed, and picked up the bowls to eat by themselves.

Some stubborn people, after waiting for a while, also picked up the extra heavy bowl, and took a sip after a long time...

The children in the tribe also held the bowl in their hands, and after a while, they put their mouths to the edge of the bowl and started to eat.

It's just that I don't know why, but the food that tastes particularly sweet in the past doesn't taste delicious at all this time.

Not to mention that there is no taste in the mouth after drinking, and it also has a tear-jerking effect.

Just drinking it in one sip made many people's eyes dim.

Tears were mixed with the steaming food, and they were drank into the stomach together, making it difficult to swallow.

From now on, I will never eat rice again...

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