I am a Primitive Man

YoYo……

Perhaps because he felt that he was being taught a foreign language that he could not master at all and was called stupid, he was very upset, so Xiaolu let out a cry.

Don't call it that.

Stone looked a little anxious and a serious voice sounded.

Say it with me - stone

YoYo

Stone

YoYo

Han Cheng was dumbfounded by Shitou's miraculous operation.

This is even more excessive than what I have done. I was just teaching the Fu generals to learn some languages ​​that must be mastered as a dog, but Shitou simply doesn't treat a deer like a deer now.

Compared with teaching the generals to speak by themselves, let Uncle Lu and the others learn to do the work in the field. This is the real difficulty for the strong deer!

Han Cheng suppressed a smile, and walked away from here, not bothering the stone who was going to spread Mandarin to all ethnic groups.

It is said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all demons and ghosts could not become spirits, but now I don't know which dynasty it is, maybe the stone can really teach one or two strange people who speak people's words.

Han Cheng thought this quite amusingly.

Han Cheng didn't know the real intention of the stone teaching the deer to speak and repeatedly telling the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to the deer until several months later.

By then he had come back from outside in a canoe.

Son of God...

On the afternoon of the third day after Han Cheng came back, Shi Shi came to find Han Cheng. As soon as he opened his mouth, tears fell.

Han Cheng was shocked when he saw this. What happened to the child while he was out? How did you become so wronged?

What's wrong? Who bullied you?

Han Cheng asked out.

He is very concerned about this smart and studious guy.

Little deer...

Stone said aggrievedly.

how? Could it be that he was beaten by a deer after eating deer milk directly?

Han Cheng was thinking like this, but he heard Shitou continue: ...it can't speak...I've taught it for so long, but it still can't speak...

Speaking of this incident, Shi Shi was even more aggrieved. People who had never cried before, tears fell straight down.

Han Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it turned out to be this matter, if Xiao Lu was really taught to speak by you, it would be really scary.

If this is really the case, then I will find a high cliff and jump off to see if I can find the evil sword manual, the Sunflower Collection, Nine Suns Divine Art and other martial arts cheats.

Thinking this way, Han Cheng was about to speak to comfort Shishi, but what Shishi said next made Han Cheng's eyes widen instantly, and he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of hot tea.

The deer can't talk, and if you put on its skin, you can't go to the sky...

This is really wanting to go to heaven, shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

Of course, these are things for later.

Now, let us take our eyes back from the downstream of the long river of time, and then look at the land shrouded in spring.

Uncle Lu was still lured forward by the rapeseed that the dumpling could eat, and General Fu led the furry, meatball-like Wu Xiaofu out of the tribe and walked in the spring field.

Wu Xiaofu looked at this novel world curiously with his short legs, like a few furry balls rolling on the ground.

The light-colored Xiaofu stood there tilting his head to look at a cluster of bright red flowers, so cute.

After looking at it for a while, I opened my mouth with deciduous teeth and clumsily bit the flower, but it didn't matter that a bird sprang up from the grass next to it, flapping its wings and flying to the sky.

Frightened, Xiaofu stumbled, screamed in panic, and staggered towards his mother on his short legs...

Almost a quarter of the field has been harrowed twice, and the soil has become loose and there are few large lumps of dirt.

Han Chengcheng stopped raking the ground, then filled a pot with half-filled millet, and began to sprinkle it into the ground.

Together with him in this matter, there is also Bugs Bunny, a person Han Cheng intends to train to become an expert in agricultural planting.

Bugs Bunny is an old hand of the Qingque tribe. The reason why he has such a weird name is partly because he likes to eat rabbit meat and wear clothes made of rabbit skin, and partly because of Han Cheng's bad taste.

The fingertips should be smaller, don't produce too much grain at one time...

Spread it evenly, see where it hasn't been sprinkled, and then sprinkle a little more...

In the wet and loose field, Han Cheng's voice teaching Bugs Bunny can be heard from time to time.

To seek development under the condition of poverty and poverty, all kinds of talents must be cultivated, which is related to the fundamental agricultural planting, and I dare not underestimate it.

After planting the seeds, it would be fine to take the deer and a few other deer and walk through the field for nothing.

The soil picked up by the rake tines will cover the grains that fall on the ground.

Although it can't cover all of them, it is still possible to cover most of them.

The weather is very beautiful, the first crop of millet was planted, and then there was a spring rain that was as expensive as oil.

As if it was specially designed to water these hopeful millet, the next day the rain stopped and the clouds harvested.

During this period of time, people from the Green Tribe, the Sheep Tribe, and the Bone Tribe also came one after another. Basically, they all came to get salt. Few people brought anything to exchange pottery. This was what Han Cheng had expected before. Yes, I didn't feel any strange.

The leader of the Green Tribe, with two jars of salt for free, led the tribe to leave the Green Bird Tribe.

Looking at the land without trees or grass, I was full of doubts.

He didn't know why this rich and generous tribe did such a strange move, why did they cut down the tree and turn the ground over?

Isn't it tiring to do this? There is no such thing as hunting.

Thinking of hunting, he couldn't help but think of the group of bigger deer he saw just now in this wealthy tribe. It was really eye-catching.

Deer run fast and are not easy to be hunted. The last time the Green Tribe ate venison was a long, long time ago.

Roast venison should taste even better when sprinkled with salt.

The leader of the Green Tribe thought so, and licked his lips involuntarily.

Suddenly, a very good idea appeared in his mind.

Deer are not easy to catch, but there are many in this tribe. When the fruit ripens, the weeds ears around your tribe will also ripen.

When the time comes, I will bring some more wild grass spikes here. It should be okay to replace a deer from this tribe and go back to eat.

After all, this tribe loves weed spikes so much, and the god son of the tribe is still so bold, or it can be said that he is stupid...

The leader of the green tribe turned his eyes away from the west side of this wealthy tribe, and walked towards his own tribe with full of joy, and couldn't help but sigh secretly for his wit.

With such a smart and capable leader in his own tribe, he deserves to live comfortably.

Because of this thought in his heart, for a long time to come, the leader of the Green Tribe felt in a good mood.