I am a Primitive Man

? The leader of the donkey tribe was holding a bowl of steaming hot broth, sucking happily around the fire.

The broth was salted and delicious, and he could never get enough of it.

After drinking the hot broth, he felt warm all over, which made him love this pottery even more.

Even because of the replacement of pottery, his tribe needs to cut down on food and clothing this winter, he still thinks it is very worthwhile.

He drank the soup in the bowl, ate the meat, and then handed the bowl to another tribesman who had been waiting for a long time.

There are not many pottery bowls in the donkey tribe, and they need to take turns when eating.

The food eaten by the rest of the people is much worse than that of the leader. It is rare to see meat in their bowls. Generally, there will be one or two fruits boiled with the poor meat in each bowl. .

Get the joy of pottery and make them want to cook anything they can eat in a clay pot.

And this is indeed a very good method. In the past, a person could not get enough if he ate three fruits, but now, he only needs one fruit to be full.

The only downside is that I get hungry quickly and need to urinate frequently...

Compared with previous years, the Tengshe tribe seemed a bit deserted. The battle last year caused their tribe to lose a lot of adults. Even if some people were plundered from other tribes, it could not make up for this loss.

Because what they plundered were underage children and female primitives. In order to prevent resistance, adult males wanted to kill and eat meat...

The second leader of the Tengshe Tribe squatted in a corner and gnawed some ice-toothed fruit in his hands. He raised his head to look at the place where Wu and other leaders gathered not far away, and couldn't help swallowing.

There was a burst of meaty smell, which made people salivate, especially the roasted and oily breasts held by the witch, which made people unbearable.

In the past, he was also one of the daily meat eaters, but now, he can only nibble the fruit here silently.

It's all because of that damned tribe!

He thought bitterly.

Just remembering the horrible scene that day,

A kind of fear also arises from the heart.

While nibbling the fruit silently, he cursed the damned tribe every day, and at the same time, he was still thinking about how to resume his position as the leader.

If you lead someone to completely capture that damned tribe...

The world is huge, and there are many things happening all the time. Han Cheng is not a high-ranking god who doesn’t do anything, but just concentrates on overlooking the gods of all beings. He has his own things busy, so of course he doesn’t know what happened in other tribes things.

In fact, even if he wanted to know, he didn't have the ability. After all, he was just a false son of God, and he didn't have such great abilities.

If he really had such a great ability, he wouldn't be troubled by this little charcoal.

Two of the three giants of the Qingque Tribe had problems. The son of God tried his best to burn charcoal. He didn't care about other things every day, and he just wanted to burn the charcoal.

The witch is even more terrifying, and the time spent lying on the side of the rabbit pen is getting longer and longer every day.

Just the day before yesterday, Wu dug a hole in a place where he could bask in the sun, and buried a rabbit in it.

At the same time, the sun-dried grass that rabbits love to eat is also buried.

Han Cheng also knew about this, when he came back from the outside with a hand of black ash.

When he saw Wu doing this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad, worried that Wu would be too sad, and he deliberately stayed here with Wu for a while longer.

Because the rabbit that Wu buried was the one with the dark circles under his eyes that he often stroked.

Let Wu, an old primitive man who puts food as the first priority in everything and cherishes food, not eat the dead rabbit, but bury it as a memory, one can imagine how much this rabbit occupies in his heart status.

The death of this rabbit had caused so much harm to Wu.

And Wu was very careful to use his favorite green grass and a few freshly plucked small rapeseeds to be buried with him, and even made the covering soil very fine, for fear that any large clods would crush the rabbit... ...From this, it can be seen that Wu is reluctant to give up on it.

Looking at Wu who was doing these things without saying a word, Han Cheng could feel and understand Wu's mood very well.

Recalling his own feelings when Fu Jiang was lost some time ago, the emotional Shenzi Han even shed tears of sympathy for the black-eyed rabbit who died young, and Wu's deep affection.

In the later life, he met some old people who depended on the cats and dogs at home and supported each other spiritually.

Although Wu is a primitive person, he is also an old man. After a long time, it is not surprising that he will develop feelings for the things he raises like those old people in later generations.

It's just that what Wu did next made Han Cheng a little confused.

After carefully covering the rabbit, Wu didn't end his actions, but took half a jar of water with some ice shards and poured it on, very carefully.

After Han Cheng was stunned for a while, he soon understood Wu's painstaking efforts.

He did this, maybe because he was worried that the rabbit would be thirsty, or it was a unique memorial ceremony for the dead in the Qingque tribe.

The death of this rabbit had indeed caused great psychological trauma to Wu. Since the rabbit with black eyes was buried, Wu, who used to run to the rabbit pen every day, no longer went to the rabbit pen.

Instead, he often stays at the place where the black-eyed rabbit is buried. He stays there for a long time, only willing to leave when eating, and sometimes whispering something in his mouth.

This moved Han Cheng, but also worried about Wu's body.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that primitive people would be so affectionate for their own animals?

Han Cheng, who had some mud under his fingernails, came back from outside the tribe. When he saw the witch squatting motionless at the place where the black-eyed rabbit was buried, like a statue, he was moved and sighed.

Sure enough, there are infatuated people everywhere.

Han Cheng looked here for a while, and decided to go over and comfort the sad old primitive man. After all, rabbits cannot be resurrected after death, so it is okay to be sad at this time.

Han Cheng walked up to him, before he could say what he had planned, Wu spoke first.

This made Han Cheng feel a little happy, as long as he is willing to speak, he can persuade him.

He looked at Wu with a smile on his face, but the smile on his face froze completely before he heard a few words, as if he had been struck by lightning, burnt on the outside and crisp on the inside by thunder.

In the past two or three days, have you been blindly moved by yourself?

At this moment, Han Cheng, who knew the truth, almost shed tears.

Son of God, why do you...

The witch, who was talking about his thoughts with great interest and confusion, noticed the strangeness of the Son of God, stopped quickly, and asked with concern.