I am a Primitive Man

Under the orders of the leader of the Green Tribe, the people of the Green Tribe took turns carrying the large tanks that were pitch-black outside, and at the same time walked very fast.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the tall and weird 'mountain wall' of the Qingque Tribe that he asked someone to put down the vat, and stretched out his already dark hands, which became even darker after being stained, to grope on the vat.

After doing this for a while, he finally couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and smiled happily in the direction of the Qingque tribe.

The leader of the Green Tribe was extremely proud of being able to exchange those things for these three precious pottery, especially this big vat.

The same is true for the rest of the Green Tribe. Surrounding the three pieces of pottery, they shouted and jumped happily, expressing their admiration for the wisdom of the leader in their unique way.

While jumping and jumping, from time to time, someone would dip some black ash outside the big tank with their hands, laughing and wiping it off their companions or other places, playing with each other very happily.

After venting the uncontrollable joy in their hearts, the members of the green tribe, who had doubled in strength, carried the precious things they had exchanged energetically, and walked quickly towards their own tribe.

They couldn't wait to see the people who stayed in the tribe and picked fruits near the tribe, happy after seeing these three pieces of pottery.

After watching a group of people from the Green Tribe leave, convinced that they would not hear the noise from here again, a certain son of God, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't restrain himself and laughed loudly regardless of his appearance.

This! Good stuff, it can fill us up! No one will starve to death again!

After Han Cheng laughed wildly, he loudly announced the great news of the day to the curious crowd around him.

He thought they would be as overjoyed as he was when they heard the news, but everyone's reaction was far less enthusiastic than he had imagined.

After thinking about it, I understood. After all, since I got the fish cage out, the people of the Qingque tribe have lived a life without worrying about food.

Now I tell them with this thing that they have never seen before, which the senior brother spat out after taking a sip, with this thing, there will be no fear of starvation, so naturally their feelings will not be too great.

Han Cheng sniffled, it seems that this is too good, and what he did is too avant-garde is not too good.

Han Shenzi, who was deeply overwhelmed by the heights, waved his hands to let everyone do what they should do, and he smirked at the nearly two-headed millet ear by himself,

When I was making corn ear yellow, I was lying in the millet field, smelling the unique fragrance of millet, and looking at the dream of the high blue sky through the gap between ears of millet.

Wu came over and squatted beside the smirking Han Cheng, picked up an ear of millet from the tree trunk, and looked back and forth in front of his eyes, trying to see the difference.

He wanted to know what kind of thing it was that made the Son of God so happy and obsessed. He was also very concerned about what the Son of God said, so that the Qingque Tribe would never starve to death. .

He looked at it for a while, then took some grass seed-like things from it with rough hands, put them in the palm, and then put them in his mouth, chewing slowly with a few missing teeth, tasting the taste of this thing.

The taste is not good, compared with ordinary grass seeds, it just lacks some bitterness or other weird tastes.

Chewing in the mouth, the same teeth, compared with fish soup, broth and other fruits and vegetables, it is much worse.

Han Cheng came back from the golden imagination, and saw Wu who was looking at the ear of grain in his hand and chewing carefully, with a smile on his face, the saying that an old man is like a treasure is indeed correct.

Han Cheng took the ear of grain from Wu's hand, weighed it a few times in his hand, feeling that it was much lighter than the ear of later generations, and then told Wu the name of the thing with a smile.

Then he told Wu that this food is not eaten like this, it needs to be processed before it tastes delicious.

Hearing what Han Cheng said, Wu's eyes couldn't help but brighten up, because he suddenly remembered that the originally extremely unpalatable stone turned into delicious salt after passing through the hands of the Son of God.

The millet that is not delicious now, after Shenzi's treatment...

Wu became extremely looking forward to it.

As the elder of the tribe, he is very concerned about every new thing that can be eaten.

Han Cheng carried a bunch of corn ears in both hands, and walked towards the cave with some difficulty.

Find an empty pottery basin, pick up an ear of millet and rub it in with your hands.

Wu watched Han Cheng's movements for a while, and then came over to do this together.

After taking down a small half of the pot, Han Cheng cleaned up the hole on the big rock that the Qingque Tribe used to smash 'Papa' before, and then put a few handfuls of millet in it, and found another one of suitable length and thickness. Come over, hold it with your hand, put the relatively round and relatively large end against the stone pit where the millet is placed, and wave it up and down to pound the rice.

Since these guys despise this food as bad, then I have to make it myself, cook it well, and cry for these primitive people who have never seen the world, to see if they dare to underestimate the respected people. The grain that is the first of the five grains!

Han Shenzi, who felt neglected and wanted to justify Guzi's name, was thinking in his heart while holding the wooden stick and hitting him up and down.

Han Cheng is not worried about keeping the seeds.

The millet is harvested in autumn, and now there is still half an autumn, a winter, and half a spring before planting millet. It takes almost half a year in total, and there is no rush to plant it.

And from the leader of the Green Tribe, he learned that there are still a lot of millet there. According to the temperament of the leader of the Green Tribe who loves to take advantage of small things, after he said that he can exchange pottery with animal skins and millet, he must Will come again with millet.

It’s okay to eat some at this time.

To be honest, it has been almost two years since I came here, and the whole day is either barbecue or broth and vegetables. I haven't tasted the staple food of later generations. Han Cheng also misses it very much. After seeing the millet, he couldn't wait to eat some.

Whether it is millet or rice, it is not easy to remove the shell, otherwise, the ancient times would not have pounded rice as a punishment.

Of course, the difficulty mentioned here refers to before the appearance of various machines.

Han Cheng has realized this difficulty now, but it was just a pit of millet. There was already sweat on his forehead, and his hands were numb and achy from the shock.

But when I saw the yellowish millet mixed with the millet husks in the stone pit, I didn't think it was a big deal.

He put down the stick, grabbed a handful from the pit, and blew it clean with his mouth.

The empty millet husks flew away one after another, leaving half of the golden millet in their hands.

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