I am a Primitive Man

(The first leader in my life, the author fainted in the toilet... During the Chinese New Year these few days, I don’t have much time to write a book. I will add three chapters tonight, and the rest will be owed first, and will be added later. There will be five updates tomorrow morning, which is considered a small outbreak of the Spring Festival, not counted in the added update, thank you for your support)

It is evening.

The weather is getting hotter and the days are getting longer.

It wasn't until the sun went down that the weather gradually became cooler.

The newly built houses of the Qingque tribe have been stacked flat, and the gable wall should be built on the top.

People in the fields, in the houses or by the river took advantage of the coolness to speed up their work, and planned to take advantage of this time to work more.

In the cooking cave, there is a curl of cooking smoke slowly rising, and the few people in charge of cooking are busy here, and the tempting aroma of food rises from here, blowing in all directions with the evening wind.

Bring out the tranquility and warmth of the tribe.

Stacks of cleaned bowls were placed not far from the cave, and the soup in the big basin was also brought out.

With the shouts for eating, people scattered in and around the courtyard began to gather towards the courtyard.

The second senior brother, who had slept against the wall for a while, also put his hands on the wall and stood up, walking towards the eating place with some difficulty.

There are two kinds of soup for dinner, one is fish soup and the other is rabbit soup.

There are some small rapeseed and other wild vegetables in it.

The few people in the tribe who often cook have already received Han Cheng's true biography, and the soup is very delicious.

After everyone filled the soup in order, they scattered around and ate.

The second senior brother also held a bowl and tried his best to eat

A primitive man who cannot eat is not a good primitive man. Even though he has no appetite, he still forces himself to eat a lot.

There are no lights at night, so under normal circumstances, dinner is prepared before dark.

That's when things happened.

Hey!

Plop!

Han Cheng put down the empty rice bowl,

He was going to leave with Bai Xuemei, who had also finished her meal.

Just two steps away, suddenly there was such a voice.

Han Cheng was taken aback, and hurriedly looked around, only to see a mess not far away.

The pottery bowl fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces. The soup inside was scattered all over the floor, steaming.

A person was lying on the side of the broken bowl of miserable soup.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

Xin Dao is over, I thought that the second senior brother could survive for a while, but I didn't think it would be impossible now!

Thinking of this in his heart, he pushed Bai Xuemei aside, let her go and ran there.

On the way of running, Han Cheng was taken aback suddenly, because his second senior brother was also coming here with a bowl.

Not the second brother?

Who is that?

Han Cheng was so hesitant in his heart, he didn't stop, and he was already in front of the man who fell on the ground.

It was only after turning the felled guy over with someone else that he realized who it was.

It wasn't someone else, but it was Han Cheng who brought him into the pit and inspired him to become Shennong's bright spot!

At this time, the sky had not yet completely darkened, and by the evening light, it could be seen that the bright face was a little purple.

The lips are also a little black.

The body is shaking non-stop.

This is poisoned!

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet? The courage is getting bigger and bigger, and I often taste the bright grass, and I was also tricked today.

Stop eating!

Han Cheng's immediate reaction was that he tasted the herbs and poisoned himself, and then he realized that there are wild vegetables in the soup tonight, so don't be wiped out by the group!

Immediately, he shouted loudly to stop everyone, and asked everyone to check each other to see if there were any abnormal people.

At the same time, someone helped him to quickly straighten Liang's body.

Raise the neck and open the airway.

After thinking about it, I asked people to rush to the cesspool behind the toilet to scoop up a large spoonful of manure.

It's important to save lives, and I can't care too much at this time.

Tie Tou led the order and rushed away. At this time, Han Cheng also got the report from everyone, saying that no one had any abnormalities.

Han Cheng felt himself carefully, and there was no discomfort, so he let out a sigh of relief.

It's good if it's not collective food poisoning, it's good if it's not collective food poisoning!

Seeing that Tietou hadn't come over yet, Han Cheng asked someone to carry Liang to the direction of the toilet. At this time, the race against time was life-threatening.

I'm coming!

The voice of Tietou shouted, and Han Cheng asked Liang to put it down, and after putting it down, Tietou also came to him.

Down him!

Han Cheng said without hesitation.

Tietou and the people around him were stunned.

What?

Do you pour this thing down?

What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up!

Oh!

The stunned iron head responded, tilted the dung ladle, and poured it into Liang's mouth.

It's just that Liang is now in a coma and can't drink it.

Han Cheng was in a hurry and called for someone to pry Liang's mouth open.

Before the elder brother and the others could make a move, Liang himself had already woken up.

When he just woke up, he was still a little confused. When he saw the dung ladle not far from his head, he reached out to touch his face. When he realized something, he vomited in a dizzy instant, and vomited out all the bile.

Son of God?

The iron head holding the dung ladle asked loudly, as if wanting to continue pouring.

Han Cheng retched, and quickly waved his hands to let Tietou quickly take Xiang away, and called for someone to bring water, and asked Liang to drink desperately.

After drinking enough, he asked him to spit out the water he drank, but Liang couldn't spit it out.

Han Cheng yelled, and Tietou, who hadn't gone far, came back with something full of smell.

Seeing the murder weapon, Liang immediately vomited in a daze.

God... Son of God...

Liang cried weakly, looking at the water in the jar in front of him, he couldn't swallow it anymore.

He had already drank four times and vomited four times.

No, you must drink it, or you will be poisoned to death if you don't drink it!

Han Cheng scowled and said very sternly.

At this time, there is no clever way, but to wash Liang's stomach like this.

I hope he didn't eat those things for a long time, and he can use this method to save his life.

Liang shook his head, and half a jar of water went down again.

Tietou was already very proficient in his business. Seeing that Liang was going to drink it, he didn't vomit immediately, but immediately shook the dung ladle in his hand in front of Liang...

vomit~

After washing eight times in a row, for Liang, the torture-like torture was completely over.

His face was pale, his body was water-stained, and he was extremely weak. He was carried into the room, and after a while, he closed his eyes...

Han Cheng let go of his wrist and let out a long breath.

This guy is asleep.

It's just that his face is ugly and cruel.

Han Chengshou stayed by his side and did not leave. Whether this guy can survive depends on whether he can survive tonight.

vomit~

Not long after falling asleep, Liang lay down on the edge of the kang and vomited again. There was nothing but bile.

After vomiting, he shivered, curled up into a ball, and kept shouting that his stomach hurt.

Han Cheng asked someone to get a large bowl of warm water, helped Liang up, and let him drink it.

Strive to expel the poison in the body through internal circulation.

Other than that, there is no way to think about it, all I can do is to comfort him and cheer him up...