I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng didn't know anything about the changes that happened quietly under his gaze under the sun. If he knew, he wouldn't know if he would have the courage and interest to face these women in the tribe, his thoughts wandered. Fly, nostalgic for the past.

Fortunately, although Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli were a little moved by what the primitive woman said, they didn't dare to put this matter into action for a while.

Therefore, Da Shenzi Han, who had never known about this matter, was able to arrange for everyone to organize this year that they had never lived in a relatively relaxed, happy and nostalgic mood.

When there is something to look forward to, the days are always slow and long, making people anxious. In the anticipation of everyone in the Qingque tribe, the footsteps of the year are finally getting closer and closer.

Twenty-four, sweep the house.

Twenty-five, grind tofu.

Twenty-six, cut a piece of meat.

Twenty-seven, kill a chicken.

Twenty-eight, stickers.

Twenty-nine……

In the cold season, because the new year is approaching, the Qingque tribe is getting more and more lively and looking forward to it. Although the days seem to be the same as usual, everyone can feel the difference.

On the night of twenty-three, compared with the past, after a much richer meal, the matter about the year was pushed to a climax step by step, like a piece of paper that had been slowly pulled away and was ready to go. The bow is average.

On the twenty-fourth, everyone in the Qingque Tribe began to act under the order of the Son of God.

Clean and wipe the room utensils, clean the courtyard.

The large soup pots of the Qingque tribe have never stopped, boiling hot water for everyone so that they can wash their things.

After the room, courtyard, and utensils have been cleaned, what needs to be cleaned is the person himself.

There was no bathhouse at this time, so after the cold weather, the number of baths, including Han Cheng, decreased.

But this time it was different from the past. In the past, even people who didn’t want to take a bath anymore had to take a bath today.

The reason is a new year and a new beginning,

You cannot carry this year's ashes into the New Year.

A relatively narrow place in the cave, separated by wooden rafts and animal skins, was filled with water vapor.

Inside the big vat, Han Cheng buried his head in the hot water and happily spit out a string of bubbles, then began to rub the ashes on his body, and washed his already long hair with his hands.

After exposing his head to the hot water, he soon felt the chill again. Even if there was a small flame burning continuously under the big vat, which seemed to have the momentum of drinking the god's soup, it still couldn't block the cold air.

It is necessary to find a way to build a special bathroom to come out. Taking a bath in such a place is really uncomfortable. It is no wonder that the people in the tribe don't like to take a bath when the weather is cold.

While thinking this way, Han Cheng rubbed his body and hair.

There is no soap, let alone a bath towel, so you can only rub it with your hands.

Han Cheng can bear these things, but what he can't stand the most is that when washing his hair, he washes it directly with water.

After washing my hair with clean water, I always feel that the hair and scalp are still greasy. This feeling is enough to make people want to go crazy.

Han Cheng didn't expect to have shampoo, soap and other things. Even if there was a bag of washing powder in front of him at this time, he would rub it on his head with tears in his eyes. Even if his hair was so dry that he could hardly comb it. Also the same sweetness.

However, even washing powder is also a luxury, and only plant ash can be used.

After washing his body, Han Cheng grabbed a handful of plant ash from the jar next to him and rubbed it on his hair.

Washing hair with plant ash, although some are not easy to clean, but it can alleviate the greasy feeling to a certain extent.

Saponins!

This was something that Han Cheng would recite several times every time he took a shower and washed his hair for a long time.

The most important thing for traveling after the beginning of spring is to confirm the thoughts in my heart, and the other thing is to find some useful things that the Qingque Tribe did not have, and Saponaria is one of them.

Twenty-four years later, the entire Qingque tribe has become completely new.

The Qingque tribe didn't grow soybeans, so twenty-five couldn't make tofu.

Han Cheng regretted that this kind of precious food that was eaten as meat in the poor era could not appear.

Needless to say, mapo tofu, just stinky tofu, and dried tofu that is fried and cut into shreds, which is delicious for soup or stir-fry, is enough to make Han Cheng think about it endlessly.

There is no tofu mill, and the people of the Qingque tribe are not idle either. Those women are hurrying to make new clothes, and they want to strive to get one for everyone before the new year.

The men prepare firewood and drums, which are used to drive away Nian beasts.

The atmosphere is thicker day by day, time is running slowly and stubbornly, and the time has reached twenty-eight.

After a few days of sunny days, it became cloudy again.

Han Cheng exhaled white air, and found the lame who had already made two drums with Mumu and others, and asked him to cut a few pieces of wood that were 1.2 meters long and about 5 or 6 centimeters in diameter.

Then use stone knives and wooden sticks to split the wood in two from the middle.

After he did so, he stood aside and refused to leave, wanting to see what Shenzi was going to do.

Han Cheng held a tile, counted the words, and drew inconspicuous spacing on some yellow-brown wooden boards.

Then I found a charcoal pen, and started to write stroke by stroke on this distance.

Lame watched from the side, not knowing what the Son of God meant by this move.

The stone that came closer stretched out its small head, and after looking at it for a while, followed Han Cheng's writing, and slowly read: The sky increases, the years increase, and the life increases, and the world is full of spring and happiness.

After reading, he tilted his head and stretched out his hand to scratch his head, feeling very puzzled.

There are three points of his confusion. In the Qingque tribe, besides Shenzi, he is the one who knows the best theology of theology, but at this time he can't understand the characters written by Shenzi.

He knew all these words, but what was distressing was that after putting them together, he didn't know what was said in them.

The second point is the rules of writing, which is completely different from the horizontal writing that Shen Zi usually taught and which he is already familiar with.

Shouldn't the wooden sign be placed horizontally and written from left to right? Why did Shenzi write from top to bottom this time?

The third is that he doesn't know what the Son of God is doing with this thing.

The New Year celebrates Yuqing, and the Jiajie is called Changchun.

Farewell to the old year with the sound of skin drums, always replace the old talisman with the new peach

With doubts in his heart, Shi Shi slowly and softly read out what Han Cheng had written.

Han Cheng recalled the few Spring Festival couplets in his memory, and wrote them stroke by stroke.

The earliest Spring Festival couplet in the legend is the sentence New Year Na Yuqing, Jiajie Changchun.

It is said that it was written by Meng Chang, the master of the Later Shu Dynasty, during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period after the end of Tang Dynasty.

Not too many people know about Meng Chang, but one of his concubines is more famous, that is Mrs. Meng Chang who planted hibiscus all over the city for her.

After breaking the country, she wrote a poem at that time when she faced the question of Boss Zhao in Bianliang, saying,

The flag was raised and lowered on the king's city, and the concubine knew it in the deep palace. 140,000 people were disarmed, but none of them was a man.

There are many similarities in experience and personality between Meng Chang and Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty who wrote When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come at the same time.

However, his poems are not as good as Li Yu's, and this Spring Festival couplet is the most widely circulated.

It is said that when he wrote this Spring Festival couplet at that time, Boss Zhao had already divided his troops into two groups and let Wang Quanan and Cao Bin lead the attack on Houshu.

That is, in the year when he wrote this couplet, Hou Shu was destroyed, and he and Mrs. Huarui became captives.

This is not the most dramatic. The most intriguing thing is that in that year, the highest official sent by the Song Dynasty to deal with the affairs of Houshu was named Lu Yuqing. Not long ago, Song Taizu Zhao boss set his birthday as the Changchun Festival... …

You'll find out later.

Han Cheng smiled and said to Shi Shi, who couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart and asked.

Then let the lame find a rope and a stone knife, and carve some grooves near the two ends of the wooden couplet, so that they can be used to tie the rope.

After finishing these, let Shitou, Liao, Heiwa and Tietou who came over to follow him out with the wooden couplet, and told everyone to be careful not to scratch the words on it.

After all, it is only written with charcoal, not ink, and it is easy to scratch if you are not careful.

A few small wooden pegs smashed into the pillars on both sides of the gate, and the pair of couplets, which were much larger than the other three pairs, were hung on both sides of the gate in turn by Han Cheng.

It was the pair that he abruptly changed firecrackers into leather drums.

This unexpected move of the Son of God soon attracted many people from the Qingque Tribe to watch.

Everyone pointed to the couplet and said a few words from time to time, guessing the intention of the Son of God's move.

Some say it's used to scare the Nian beast, some say it's a talisman, some say it's like a god to communicate...

Han Cheng listened to everyone's discussion and didn't speak. He just stepped back four or five meters, carefully looked at this unique and simple pair with a smile on his face, and thought it was not bad.

It's a pity that the words are ugly and the wooden boards are not dyed red.

It is also a pity that there is no way to get out of the door.

Otherwise, whether it is Guan Yu with a red face, Zhang Fei with a black face, or Qin Shubao with a golden mace, and Yuchi Gong with a whip, if you draw them and paste them on the door, they can add a wonderful touch to the first New Year of the Qingque Tribe. less brilliance.

Han Cheng really wanted to draw a few pictures by himself, but after thinking about his unflattering abstract painting skills, he gave up this idea.

Otherwise, the door gods that appeared in the Qingque tribe would not only avoid ghosts, but even humans would shy away from them... It's scary to think about it.

Couplets were hung on the other three doors in turn.

Looking at it was not enough, Han Cheng wrote two more pictures and hung them at the entrance of the cave and on the gate of the deer circle.

And I made another short wooden sign, wrote the words Trough Head Prosperous, and hung it on the long deer trough where Uncle Deer often grazes.

Looking at the many little deer cubs that Uncle Lu and his harem have tossed out in this year, Han Cheng felt that it would be most suitable for this wooden sign to be hung here.

The rabbit pen, the chicken pen, the place where the Qingque tribe often cooks, and the kang where the witch sleeps are not let off by Han Dashenzi who can't stop the car with the Spring Festival couplets. brand.

Even the new canoes manufactured by the Qingque tribe, which have not yet been tested, have been hanged by Han Dashenzi with the sign of traveling thousands of miles a day, traveling eight hundred nights, which can be said to be very crazy.

Even though such a canoe can’t even travel hundreds of miles a day…