I am a Primitive Man

Miss Qiu's footsteps were fast, even though Han Cheng and the others went down the river in a boat, they were still chased by them.

At the beginning, he didn't think so, but after a gust of wind blew and a tree by the river dropped a burst of yellow leaves, Han Cheng realized that autumn had already entered so deeply.

Among the yellow leaves flying around like butterflies, Han Cheng and others stopped the boat on the shore, and stepped onto the Yau Ma Tei where the green sparrow flag that looked much worn out was planted.

Yau Ma Tei is Han Cheng's new name for this land.

There is no linseed in Yau Ma Tei, only a wild hemp that has grown to a height of one person.

Such a place should be called Yemadi.

The reason why he has such a false name is related to Han Cheng.

About every writer's work will have a magical soul kingdom that cannot be resolved.

Mo Yan has Dongxiang Gaomi, where sorghum grows as red as blood, and Cao Wenxuan's is Yau Ma Tei in the water town.

There is an elementary school built with golden thatch in Yau Ma Tei. There is a mischievous and kind-hearted little boy named Sangsang who likes to raise pigeons. There is a junior high school built with red tiles and a high school built with black tiles... There are children there. Innocence, but also teenage troubles and growing up.

There is a young man who lives in the Red Gate, goes to a deserted place to herd ducks with his father because of his family's decline, experiences a lonely journey to the soul, and grows up in adversity. His name is Du Xiaokang...

Before coming to the primitive society, Han Cheng preferred to read Cao Wenxuan's books, especially thatched houses and red tiles and black tiles.

When you are upset, turn to two chapters to purify your mind and find the long-lost things that are gradually lost as you grow up and get busy...

There are a lot of wild hemp in Yau Ma Tei, and there are many blackened hemp capsules on it, and the seeds of wild hemp are wrapped inside.

Not only the blooming of sesame seeds will be higher and higher, but also the flowering of wild hemp.

Looking at the few black wild hemp seeds in Bai Xuemei's palm, Han Cheng smiled. With this thing, there will be a lot of wild hemp seeds around the Qingque tribe in the coming year.

A finger-thick wild hemp was uprooted by Han Cheng, and the hemp skin was peeled from the tip to the root, and stopped about 20 centimeters from the root.

Looking at the hemp skin with good toughness,

A smile appeared on Han Cheng's face again, and it was not wishful thinking to get out the hemp rope and linen.

After checking the availability of wild hemp, the playful Han Cheng broke off the white and tender wild hemp stalks from the stripped clothes, divided the hemp husks left on the roots into three relatively even strands, and then began to rub the rope.

After a while, a whip made of wild hemp appeared in his hand.

Ling Kong shook it hard a few times, and made a sound that was much louder than a muffled fart.

Brother Cheng, what is wild hemp used for?

Bai Xuemei asked Han Cheng with blinking eyes.

Holding a small whip, Han Cheng, who was imagining whipping Bai Xuemei with it, immediately replied without hesitation after hearing the words of Xiaotong's bride-in-law: Weaving

Cloth, make a set of underwear for the little daughter-in-law.

Holding a sickle in their hands, Tietou and the others began to try to harvest wild hemp.

It's not as fast as harvesting millet and thatch, but the speed is still passable.

However, after the wild hemp has been harvested, you need to be careful when walking from here. The straw sandals Han Cheng and the others wear on their feet cannot resist the attack from the wild hemp stubble very well. If not, they will be broken and see blood .

Han Cheng and the others didn't stay here for too long. After confirming that the wild hemp was ripe, useful and harvestable, they all returned to the boat and then headed downstream.

Go downstream first to find the Fire Tribe and complete the promise before coming back to harvest wild hemp.

Han Cheng didn't give up the six bamboo rafts, so he stayed in Yau Ma Tei and tied them firmly to the big tree.

At this time, it is barren and inhabited, so there is no need to worry about being stolen by someone.

Sitting in the boat, Tietou looked at Yau Ma Tei, which was getting smaller and smaller, feeling a little bit reluctant.

In fact, he wanted to stay here with the others to harvest wild hemp, while waiting for the son of God and the others to return.

This can not only save the trouble of taking a boat, but also speed up the work, so that they can rush back to the tribe as soon as possible.

It's a pity that Shenzi disagreed, saying that it was not safe to divide too loosely.

Tietou thought about it carefully, and felt that what Shenzi said was very reasonable, so he didn't insist anymore.

In fact, what he didn't know was that besides this consideration, there were other thoughts that Han Cheng didn't say.

That is to prevent the Fire Tribe from seeing that Bai Xuemei is completely healed, and want her back again.

He brought more people there, so that he would be prepared to take Bai Xuemei back forcibly if something went wrong.

This is the child's bride-in-law he has identified, and no one can take her away from him.

A few small boats swayed down the water, bypassed Wangdong Mountain, and then drove forward...

The leader of the Fire Tribe held a poorly made wooden spear in his hand. He stood on a high ground, and while putting a somewhat sour fruit into his mouth, he looked towards the empty bank of the river.

The whole fruit quickly disappeared in his mouth, without even spitting out a single core.

With his free hand, he took a reddish leaf from his messy hair, looked at it before his eyes, and threw it away.

Many kinds of trees have begun to shed their leaves, and it is already the autumn that the water tribe said. Why haven't the people from that tribe come yet?

Is it because they think the journey is far away and don't want to come, and...or they are all infected by the sick child of their own tribe, all...

Thinking of this, the leader of the Fire Tribe shuddered. He shook his head, not letting himself think any further.

That scene was really scary.

He strongly hoped that what the people in that tribe said was true, that they really had a way to cure this seemingly unsolvable disease to him and others.

In this way, not only the people of the water tribe will not die, but also their own tribe can get a cure for the disease, and there is no need to throw people with that disease into the fire.

Just thinking about the past experience of my own tribe, and thinking that the leader of the tribe is just an unreliable minor, the ominous premonition is getting heavier...

There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not fast.

Not only later generations will think this way, but also primitive people, it's just that they can't express it so brilliantly.

Not only the leader of the Fire Tribe was looking forward to the arrival of the tribe from the water, but the rest of the Fire Tribe were also looking forward to the arrival of that tribe.

Especially the women of the Fire Tribe.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

In the past, they didn't feel much about this aspect. Ever since they tasted fullness from the Qingque tribe, the women of the fire tribe felt more and more that the men of their own tribe were not good enough, and they also missed that water-spirited man more and more. Here comes the Horde...

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