I am a Primitive Man

The knowledge brought from later generations, or what can be called common sense, is the foundation of his life in this era.

There is a truth that will not change at any time, that is, a person who can bring benefits and usefulness to others is far more popular and even respected than others, and can also integrate into a group more easily.

You don't need to look far away, you just need to think about the process of Han Cheng from the meat that the second senior brother wanted to eat at the beginning to the son of God that the entire Qingque tribe respects very much today.

These things that exist in his mind are his greatest wealth, and they are also his reliance to survive better in this era.

For such an important thing, how could he treat it casually?

As for the matter recorded on the pottery board, which will be seen by others, and his status as the Son of God will be affected from now on, Han Cheng has considered it as early as when he decided to record the things in his mind, and adopted corresponding countermeasures. The countermeasure is Hanyu Pinyin.

The things he recorded were all written in Chinese pinyin. In the era he lived in, no one except him could really understand these things.

Even those three foreign friends who were trying to die were turned over, and faced with something that looks similar to English but is not a system at all, they are also helpless.

This is an insurance that Han Cheng added to himself.

He is not a great person, nor is he a selfless person. It is impossible that he will not make some funeral arrangements for himself.

At this time, the Qingque Tribe is happy and harmonious, and everyone hugs together to keep warm. Everyone respects him as a son of god, but this is just the present, who knows what it will be like in the future?

The butterfly's wings have already fluttered, the original historical process has quietly changed, and the entire Qingque tribe has been led astray by him. Who knows what will appear in such a rapid development?

No matter what aspect he considers, he must leave such a path for himself...

Son of God, kiln...

Hei Wa's voice pulled Han Cheng out of his imagination, and when Han Cheng realized it, he saw Hei Wa looking at him.

He was asking himself about sealing the air intake.

Han Cheng shook his head slightly,

Don't let yourself think about these messy things anymore. If you think about such things too much, you always feel that there seems to be something wrong.

He bent down and saw that the fire had spread to the air inlet, he nodded towards Hei Wa, indicating that he could block it.

After the top hole of the kiln was sealed, all that was left was to wait.

Because of the snow, the days became shorter. He stretched out his hands outside the kiln to feel the temperature on the kiln, and then looked at the sky. Han Cheng finally gave up the idea of ​​opening the kiln today to see the results, and Hei Wa Several people walked to the tribe together.

The swirling snowflakes fell on the warm kiln, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

The dinner of the Qingque tribe is still soup. Since Han Cheng brought out the pottery and cooked the pottery to eat, soup has gradually increased in the diet structure of the Qingque tribe.

And as the weather gets colder, the soup is cooked more and more. Now, soup is basically eaten three meals a day.

Batt...

The sound of the chopsticks falling to the ground sounded, and the second senior brother held the bowl in one hand, bent down, and seemed a little difficult to pick up the chopsticks.

This is already the fourth time he dropped his chopsticks tonight.

He tapped the chopsticks he picked up on the bottom of the bowl twice to shake off some of the stains on them. After picking up the chopsticks, he was ready to pick up the meat in the bowl and eat.

As a result, the hand holding the chopsticks shook uncontrollably, and the chopsticks tended to fall again.

After two more attempts in this way, he had no choice but to give up this practice, and instead of using the chopsticks in his hands, he just went to the bowl to drink the soup.

After finishing the soup, go to the meat.

The second brother tonight is very strange. In the past, he would have at least three bowls of this kind of broth, but tonight he only ate one bowl and put the bowl down. He got up and walked out of the cave, stepping on the snow all the way towards Sleeping houses go.

Tonight is much brighter than other nights because of the blanket of snow.

The second brother stomped his feet vigorously on the open space that was swept out in front of the door and covered with a layer of sand, shaking off the snow on the straw sandals before entering the house.

The room he lives in is adjacent to Junior Brother Sha's room, and to enter his room needs to pass through Junior Brother Sha's room.

When he passed the room where Junior Brother Sha lived, he stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked at the wall above the edge of the Kang.

There, two sticks were nailed, and above the sticks rested a bent log with a rope.

This is exactly the bow newly forged by Junior Brother Sha today, and it is also the source of the pain and inner conflict that Second Senior Brother feels.

He stood here watching for a while, wanting to take the bow off, but he still didn't do so after all, but went back to the room where he was in disgruntled.

After taking off his shoes and socks, he got into the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

Han Cheng had already noticed the strangeness of the second senior brother, and he also knew the reason why his chopsticks were getting old tonight.

Anyone who has been throwing stones with all their strength for nearly a day will not be better than the second senior brother.

It seems that the emergence of bows and arrows has dealt a big blow to Second Senior Brother, the pea shooter of the Qingque tribe.

Han Cheng held the bowl and chewed the food slowly while thinking about it.

Slowing down the eating speed was what Han Cheng was doing deliberately. It wasn't that he had a bad mouth like a witch, but that he wanted a good stomach.

In the later life, due to various reasons, he left the habit of eating very fast, and after many years, his stomach was not very good accordingly.

In the primitive society now, he finally doesn't have to live like being chased by a vicious dog every day. Naturally, he has to work hard to get rid of this bad habit.

Thinking of something to distract you while eating, or counting your chews while you eat, are good ideas.

Han Cheng divided the last soup into three small mouthfuls, put down the bowl and left here, instead of looking for the second senior brother, he went back to his room directly.

How to deal with this matter well, he hasn't figured it out yet, so he can only wait.

'call!

The fur covering his head was lifted, and the fat face of the second senior brother was exposed from under the fur. Because of the poor lighting in the room, his expression could not be seen clearly.

It was already the dead of night at this time. If it was in the past, he would have been sound asleep if he could eat and sleep, but he didn't fall asleep tonight.

This person who always fell asleep soon after lying down, tasted insomnia for the first time tonight.

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