I am a Primitive Man

? Facts have proved that stories are always more attractive than simple preaching, not only modern people, but also primitive people.

The people who were excited to hear the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were soon overwhelmed by the complicated and difficult calendar and became drowsy.

Han Cheng patted the stones with half of the moon reflected in each of his eyes, and signaled him not to think about it anymore, go back to sleep first, and continue to observe and record tomorrow.

The crowd dispersed one after another, and under the moonlight spreading all over the floor, they passed through two doors and entered the room to rest on the kang one after another.

Some people who are in good spirits look at the stars in the sky through the window that has not been covered by the rolled animal skins, hoping to find the two stars of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

It's a pity that after the moon was born, many stars were hidden. The window was small, and only a small night sky and a few scattered stars could be seen.

The sleepiness of the people who had been hypnotized by the Son of God with an incomprehensible calendar before entering the room suddenly disappeared. After listening to the story of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl twice before, it came to mind again.

Some people were watching the night sky, while others were lying on the kang, hugging each other and discussing this wonderful story with each other.

It is conceivable that for a period of time to come, the Qingque Tribe will be unable to extricate themselves from the Cowherd and Weaver Girl craze, and there will be many more wise men who look up at the starry sky for nothing.

It's a pity that there is no paper in the Qingque tribe now, and everyone has not developed the habit of writing, otherwise there will be a situation of green bird paper is expensive.

Different from ordinary people, it is not Cowherd and Weaver Girl who appear most among the stone hearts, but the cow who can only talk and can fly into the sky by wearing its skin, as well as the year, month, day, four seasons and moons of different shapes.

The cow can't be found now, but the moon can be seen at any time. He has never looked forward to the arrival of the next long night like now.

He has developed a very strong interest in what the Son of God said today.

Ever since the next witch came into contact with the mysterious God who never communicated with him, the number of times and the time that Stone looked up at the sky gradually increased.

Because that is where the gods live and where the Son of God came.

It's a pity that after watching it for a long time, he only saw things like vastness, emptiness, etherealness, and mystery that he could feel but couldn't express.

This made him very uncomfortable.

He was greatly encouraged by the words of the Son of God tonight. There were suddenly ways to deal with things that he had no way of dealing with before. One was the cow, and the other was to observe and record the moon.

Although he had wondered why the moon would rise and fall and wax and wane before, he had never thought about what to do in the past. Now that he had the reminder from the Son of God, it was completely different.

The moon is also a thing in the sky. It is said that it has existed long, long ago, just like a god.

I am too stupid, no matter how the witch teaches, I just can't communicate with the gods, which makes Shishi very painful.

Now it’s no longer possible, the gods can’t be seen or touched, but I can see the moon that is in the sky with the gods. If I study the moon thoroughly, I may be able to communicate with the gods...

Through the window, he looked at the half-curved moon that had shifted quite a bit, thinking in a daze, his two small fists clenched tightly...

Han Cheng didn't know Shi Shi's idea. If he knew, he would sigh secretly that this little primitive man actually coincided with the propaganda method of a later generation surnamed Wang.

Of course, there is a huge difference between the two in their ambitions and approaches.

Han Cheng has not fallen asleep yet, he is not intoxicated in the primitive version of Cowherd and Weaver Girl like everyone else, but is worried about Fu Jiang.

He was the only one living in a three-room independent house, which seemed a little deserted.

Wu still refused to move here, and Han Cheng was also a little worried about this.

When sending Wu into the cave not long ago, Han Cheng felt cold inside.

Because everyone moved out of the cave and there was no fire, it was much colder inside than before.

It's time to find a way to let this old man come out and live in a tile-roofed house, otherwise, if something freezes out in the cave, things will be troublesome.

The cave is full of lights, a little light is like a bean, and the witch who took off his straw shoes has half of his body burrowed into the thick fur.

The fur is soft and thick, and it is tanned from skins exchanged from the outside.

Wu Ban lay here, with his hands on the fur unconsciously stroking, his cloudy old eyes staring at the light, carefully recalling what he learned from Shenzi tonight, the more he thought about it, the more amazing it became, it turned out that people outside their tribe , there are still so many things that exist, and the days we live every day can still be divided by years, months, and days.

If you give each day a name, then when you hold a happy meeting in the future, can you not use the happy grass as a token, but just remember the name of that day?

He was so absorbed in thinking that he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly looked at the fire light.

Noticing that a large pit had appeared on a piece of crushed and twisted rope planted under the firelight, and inside the pit was some clear water-like liquid, so he patted himself on the head and wondered why he forgot to use it first. Turn off the 'light', and now a lot of delicious oil is wasted!

Thinking of this, he quickly leaned over and blew out the light of the fire.

The lamp was made by Shenzi, and its structure is very simple.

A small pottery bowl, first put a rope made of crushed rope grass into the bowl, then scoop the boiled animal fat into it with a spoon, and wait until the rope made of rope grass is soaked in oil After that, it can be lit.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, including Wu, felt that this was a waste. After all, oil is a rare delicacy, so it is a pity to ignite it like this.

It is precisely because of this that most people will not use the thing called a lamp made by the Son of God.

One is that they are reluctant, and the other is that they don't think it is necessary. After all, they have experienced a life of sunset and rest since they were born.

Wu used it a few times and found it to be pretty good. This lamp can be moved back and forth by hand, unlike a fire that needs to be filled with firewood from time to time, it is much more convenient, but burning oil makes people feel distressed...

Han Cheng also has a lamp of the same style here, and he doesn't use it often. It's not that he is reluctant to bear lamp oil like a witch, but because he doesn't have a lighter and matches, and he doesn't want to dig wood to make fire in the dark at night. After the lights are turned off, they will not be turned on again, and the rest of the work is basically carried out in the dark.

Another problem is that the wick is not good. The wick made of loose rope grass is not resistant to burning, and the flame is still small. It is far less easy to use than the wick made of cotton thread.

But thinking back on the origin of cotton, Han Cheng sniffled, thinking it's better not to think about it anymore, if you have the time to think about cotton, it's better to think about how to find out the hemp reliably.

After thinking wildly like this, Han Cheng also fell asleep in a daze.

After sleeping for a while, Han Cheng vaguely heard the door ringing, and Han Cheng woke up from his dream. He had the experience of dreaming that Fu Jiang had returned last time, so this time he didn't rush out like last time, but took him with him. Waiting quietly with some expectations.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and there was no sound at all. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the sound was heard in a dream, or it actually happened.

Han Cheng waited for a while, sighed softly, closed his eyes and went back to sleep, just as he fell asleep, there was another knock on the door, the sound was quite loud, and he exerted a lot of force...

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