I am a Primitive Man

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Han Cheng still raised his neck and searched the branches inch by inch. He raised his head for a long time, which made his neck a little stiff and his head dizzy.

Should the matter of raising silkworms be pushed back?

This is not a large mulberry forest with a total of twenty-eight mulberry trees whose roots are larger than the mouth of the bowl. He has already looked at it for more than half, but he still hasn't found a trace of silkworm cocoons.

He lowered his head and moved his stiff neck, thinking with some disappointment in his heart.

Why is Fu Jiang missing?

He looked around, but he didn't see Fu Jiang's shadow, thinking with some doubts in his heart, he was about to call out twice.

Son of God! Look!

Mu Mu's surprise sound suddenly sounded at this moment, and Han Cheng followed the prestige, and under a mulberry tree with the thickness of a bowl, Mu Mu pointed to the sky with one hand, and his face was full of surprise.

This guy, Fu Jiang, loves to run wildly after he comes out, and it's not like he didn't have the experience of disappearing before, and he would come back by himself every time he ran for a while.

With such a precedent, Han Cheng didn't think too much about it this time. Seeing Mu Mu's appearance, he knew that the matter of the silkworms had a result in all likelihood.

Immediately, he hurried to Mu Mu's place, and he directly forgot about calling the blessing general.

Look.

Wood pointed to a place above and spoke again.

Han Cheng looked in the direction he pointed, and searched for a while before seeing a small thing hanging on a branch.

It's not big, probably not as thick as his little finger, and has the shape of an oval stick.

I don't know if it has been hung on the branch for a long time, and the skin is dark brown because of the wind and sun.

As the wind blows, it is still swaying, very much like a hanged ghost who is not dead.

Han Chengyixi, there should be no mistake, this is the thing!

At the moment, there is no need for others to do it, he hugged the tree by himself, climbed up slowly, climbed the branch and pulled the mulberry branch with the 'hanging ghost' hanging on it, and broke it with his hands.

When I pulled up the branches, I was pleasantly surprised to find that

At the end of this branch, there are two silkworm cocoons that look like hanged ghosts.

Before getting off the tree, he put the branch with the cocoon in front of his eyes, and looked at it impatiently.

Han Cheng is no stranger to silkworms. He raised and played with silkworms when he was a child. Sometimes he would put two or three silkworms in an empty matchbox and take them to school when they were rare. He couldn't help but glance at them in class.

Han Cheng looked at the silkworm cocoon in front of him, which had spanned tens of thousands of years. After the initial surprise, he was disappointed.

Because this silkworm cocoon is much smaller than the silkworm he raised in his childhood in later generations.

Moreover, the cocoon is still thin, so if you squeeze it with your hands, the cocoon will collapse.

Such a cocoon, the five of them don't know if there are as many silks produced by one cocoon of the later generations.

Thinking this way, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. It was already very good to be able to find silkworm cocoons at this time. How could he pay so much attention?

The silkworms of the later generations were cultivated after an unknown number of generations. How can these wild silkworms that are thousands of years old be compared with them.

Of course, thinking this way, the loss in my heart is inevitable, because it means that silkworms have to be cultivated slowly like rapeseed, millet, and pheasant.

Holding the branch with the cocoon in his hand, he slid down the tree. Han Cheng pulled off a cocoon vigorously, turned it over and saw that one end of the cocoon had been broken, and the breach was blackened.

As expected, the silkworm chrysalis inside disappeared without a trace, only some withered and broken skin remained inside, presumably they had already emerged into moths, and after mating, they became immortals completely.

Han Cheng sniffled, it seems that he will continue to look for silkworms next spring...

Before, I only thought that there would be silkworm cocoons left in autumn, but I forgot that once the silkworms made cocoons, they would break out of the cocoons within a few days, accomplish good things, and die after laying eggs.

But it's good, at least make sure that there are indeed silkworms here. Knowing this, as long as you work hard, you will be able to find the silkworms.

Of course, it is also very possible that before the silkworm was found, he would be assassinated by the killer Foreign Spicy hidden under the green leaves.

Han Cheng looked at the three cocoons in his hand, and then at the bare mulberry tree, and felt that something was wrong.

Ordinarily, according to the speed at which silkworms can go through a cycle in more than a month, their reproductive ability will definitely not be lower than that of rabbits. Since there are silkworms here, there should be many silkworm cocoons hanging on the mulberry tree in autumn.

But now it is so rare, it is really puzzling.

Han Cheng's puzzlement only lasted for a short moment, and a group of birds fluttering their wings noisily across the sky and dropping things solved the doubts in his heart.

Looking at the wood that touched his nose and threw stones angrily at the flying bird, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing, and at the same time, his doubts about the number of wild silkworms were also eliminated.

Seeing the happy expression on Shenzi's face, everyone gathered around to see what Shenzi was looking for.

The experience of more than a year told them that it is definitely not Fanpin who can be favored by the Son of God and treated with such solemnity!

After seeing the true appearance of this thing, the elder brother and the others couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

Obviously, he couldn't figure out what the Son of God wanted such a thing for.

Someone asked about the doubts in his heart, and Han Cheng, who was in a good mood, smiled and said, Make clothes.

After speaking, he pulled the animal skin around his body with his hands and added: It's like this.

After everyone figured out what Han Cheng meant, they were even more puzzled. This fur is very comfortable to wear, so why did the Son of God insist on using this thing to make clothes.

And this thing is so small, how can it be worn on the body!

Could it be that the handle on the top of this thing is tied with a thin rope, and then circled around the body?

This look is too weird.

But when it's hot, it should be cool to wear...

Those who like to use their brains looked at the cocoon in Han Cheng's hand and began to develop their brains.

Han Cheng didn't know what this person was thinking. If he knew, he would be amused.

The purpose of coming here today has been achieved, and it is time to go back.

Han Cheng thought in a good mood, and was about to take someone back. He turned his head and looked around, but he still didn't see Fu Jiang.

This playful guy.

Han Cheng blamed and thought pamperingly, and then shouted:

Fortune General~!

The voice was heard far away in the open forest.

After shouting twice, Han Jianli looked around in place, waiting for this guy who was so happy when he came out to come.

In the past, as long as Han Cheng greeted with two voices, Fu Jiang, who didn't know where he was hiding, would soon come over at a speed of 100 meters, sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail, jumping and jumping around Han Cheng.

However, after waiting for a long time today, I didn't find that familiar figure.

Han Cheng's heart was very relaxed at first, but with a sudden jump, he became nervous all of a sudden.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, told himself not to think about it, and then called out.

The voice was a little louder than before, with anxiety and a trace of uneasiness in it.

The forest with fallen leaves was as quiet as before, except for a few small animals not far away who were frightened by the sound and ran away without a trace, there was no other movement.

Han Cheng raised his heart, and hurriedly asked everyone if anyone had noticed where Fu Jiang had gone and when he had disappeared.

Everyone only noticed this when Han Cheng called out to Fu Jiang. At this moment, they were thinking about it. However, they didn't know anything except that Fu Jiang had followed him all the way here.

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