I am a Primitive Man

There are not many dark clouds above the head, and the sky is showing a tendency to clear up, there will be no more floods, so why doesn't the Son of God let him go?

Eldest brother and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, full of bewilderment.

They were looking at Han Cheng, but Han Cheng was looking at the sky.

Today's sky was overcast from the northwest at the very beginning.

Now the dark clouds overhead are thinning, but the northwest is still cloudy.

This means that it is likely to still be raining heavily over there.

The northwest is the upper reaches of the river, and there are many hills, and the collection of rainwater is fast. At this time, if the boat continues to travel, it is very likely that it will collide with the head of the water.

There are two sayings that the boat will not turn over, and it is best to avoid such possible dangers.

People say that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and people like Han Cheng, who can not be called a gentleman, also try not to stand under a dangerous wall as much as possible.

If you waste some time, just waste some time, safety is the most important thing.

Han Cheng told his elder brother and Shang about his thoughts, and these people were skeptical.

Han Cheng is not sure that he will definitely get angry, but there is nothing wrong with being careful.

A few faint rays of sunlight emerged from the clouds and shone on the land.

Eldest brother and the others looked at the river water that hadn't changed at all, and then looked at the sky...

But after delaying for a while, I wanted to lift the boat down and continue on my way. It was impossible to go back before dark, so I could only hold back the unbearable homesickness, search for firewood and other things, and stay here overnight.

When the rain stopped, Han Cheng naturally had no reason to keep hugging Milk Tea Girl.

Holding such a person, my body is warm and warm, both comfortable and uncomfortable...

The Qingque Tribe, Wu and others looked at the sky and the heavy rain together, all frowning.

People with good eyesight can vaguely see the skyrocketing river through the rain curtain...

beside the stone,

There is a pottery board, and there are some grids drawn on the pottery board. The front of these grids has been drawn with slashes. Up to now, there are still three grids that are vacant.

It took a while for this kind of rain to stop.

Walking out of the house and looking towards the small river, I saw that the originally docile small river seemed to have changed now, the turbid river roared and rolled away.

All the people who used to look forward to the return of the Son of God and the leader, but today none of them hoped that they would come back at this time.

I just want them not to hurry to the tribe, but to find a safe place to stay before the flood passes.

That night, few members of the Qingque tribe could sleep peacefully.

Stone, who often stared at the pottery board in a daze, followed the witch to pray for the Son of God and others in a very devout manner beside the totem pole after the witch performed a solemn and solemn sacrificial dance.

On both sides of the totem pole, at some point, there were two wooden pieces like couplets.

On the left side is written 'Qingque Datianshen', and on the right side is written 'Hurry up like an order'...

The turbid river roared down, interspersed with some undulating trees, like a raging dragon.

Eldest brother and the others looked at the river, and each opened their mouths wide. They were surprised, but also felt apprehensive and fortunate.

In the face of wild beasts and enemies, they can use weapons to fight. Facing such a flood, they don't have much to think about.

Fortunately, the Son of God gave instructions in advance, otherwise this time it would be really dangerous!

Han Cheng is also looking at the water, his idea is different from that of the senior brother.

He was thinking, if he wrote some sacrifices and burned them, and then threw some buns into the river, he wondered if the river would subside.

He doesn't know if the river still doesn't calm down, but it's still possible to transport Zhuge Wuhou over here, build a seven-star altar and summon the east wind to blow him off his back...

The tinder for making fire and the hand press drill were hidden close to the body from the beginning, so Han Cheng and the others were able to start the fire.

The aroma of boiled meat, mixed with rosin spread here.

At night, a few people were left to take turns to watch the night, and the rest wrapped in animal skins and slept on stone slabs that had been dried by the fire.

Milk Tea Girl naturally slept with Han Cheng, even if she slept like this, some places would be uncomfortable, and Han Cheng also enjoyed it.

It was not easy to meet a female primitive who could barely see through the eyes. Although she was still an underage child, Han Cheng was very happy and chose to be a beast without much hesitation.

Of course, what he, a beast, didn't do was thorough.

It is unknown how long he can persist before he can completely evolve into a beast.

When I woke up the next morning, the weather had completely cleared, and the river that had vented all night had calmed down.

Turn into a demon before, and become a Buddha immediately after that. This sentence is not only for people, but also for rivers.

After they ate, they asked Han Cheng for instructions, and carried the boat to the river happily. After putting the boat in place, they loaded the things onto the boat one by one.

Then, in Han Cheng's strange melody of Let's Swing the Oars, they rowed towards the upper reaches of the river.

After paddling for a while, the singing in the mouth of a certain son of God has become Sister, you are the bow of the boat~...

Eldest brother, Shang and others were all listening quietly, no one was talking.

They had never heard of these weird tones that Shenzi uttered at this time. When they first heard it, they thought it was very fresh and weird. After a while, they felt that it sounded better than the usual simple words.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Milk Tea Girl looked at Han Cheng with stars in her eyes.

The yearning and pursuit of beautiful things is a characteristic of all species. No race prefers hardship to happiness, and ugliness to beauty.

As a person of this era who has surpassed all species in intelligence, senior brother and the others also yearn for other wonderful things besides food and clothing.

It is of course impossible to compare it with basic necessities of life, but it is not a bad thing for them to appreciate it at some point.

Milk Tea Girl is obsessed with voices. In the past, when she was in their tribe, when she had the opportunity, she loved to shout to the mountains and deep ravines, listening to the echoes round and round.

At this time, when I heard these out-of-key songs sung by Han Cheng, I felt as if something had opened up in my heart.

It turns out that in addition to shouting at Dashan, you can also use your own voice like this...

Over the past period of time, Han Cheng's tall and stalwart image in her heart has been raised a lot.

Of course, these are not enough to make her eyes stare.

What really caught her eyes was the lyrics sung by Han Cheng.

She doesn't understand most of the lyrics, but she does understand the word sister.

Because there is a word 'sister' in her name.

Such nice words, the Son of God is speaking to himself...

Han Cheng sang for a while, and the excitement of the tribe he was about to return vented a lot.

The singing stopped, and when I turned around to see the milk tea girl leaning on the bow of the boat, I thought that this singing was quite suitable for the occasion, except that I didn't stretch the fiber, and the little sister at the bow didn't sing duet to me, and I was a little out of tune, the rest Nothing wrong.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng saw the milk tea girl looking at him, fascinated, Han Cheng smiled slightly, and after a while, his eyes became weird again.

Because he suddenly remembered a scene - several years later, he was standing beside the bed with his head bowed and his face frowning.

Milk Tea Girl sat on the bed, looked at herself with resentment, and sang: Little sister, I'm sitting on the bedside, why are you sweating...

(It’s not the author’s beast, he insists on making a lolita, in order to prevent Han Cheng’s head from glowing green, he can only be a beast—— Mo Shoubai with a righteous face)