I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng held his own ID card in his hand, then began to pick up the remaining ones, read aloud, and distributed them to everyone.

There are also those children, but basically they are above three years old.

Children under the age of three do not have an ID card, because their discount rate is relatively high.

The person who received Tao's ID card held the ID card in his hand, carefully and curiously played with it, and sometimes several people would gather together for comparison and discussion.

I am amazed by the unexpected beauty of the ID card.

I don't know who carried the head. A small hole was carefully drilled on the exquisite pottery identity, and then passed through with a thin leather rope, and worn around the neck.

Within two days, except for Han Cheng, all the people with ID cards in the Qingque tribe did this.

A good ID card has now become something like an accessory.

Looking at the tribal people with uniformly woven ID cards hanging around their necks, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling.

Fortunately, this is not a later life. If it is in a later life, if you dare to drill a hole in the ID card, it will be a little troublesome.

But this is also good, they are all worn around the neck, and they can recognize each other's identities at a glance.

And it's not easy to lose.

The ID card of the Qingque tribe, to a certain extent, can be regarded as combining the functions of the household registration book and ID card of later generations into one.

The meaning attached to the pottery ID card and the wooden ID card is similar to that of different household registrations in later generations.

As time goes by, after the sun goes down, the temperature is not as hot as before.

In such days, the hundreds of acres of millet around the Qingque tribe became full day by day.

Sometimes, all it takes is a gust of wind to blow, and there will be a fragrance of millet that is about to ripen, covering the entire tribe.

This kind of fragrance made everyone in the Qingque Tribe feel radiant.

The sky turned bright, and amidst the creaking of the wooden door, the witch, who didn't seem to be much sleepy, came out of the room, and, as in the past, fed the rabbit with grass after washing.

After taking out the rabbit and rubbing it in his hand for a while,

Accompanied by Junior Brother Sha and another person, he left the gate of the tribe and walked towards the slightly yellowed millet field to the east.

Walking around this large piece of millet land belonging to the tribe has become another major hobby of Wu.

Looking at these extremely growing millets, and sometimes bending down to pull some grass in the field, he couldn't do enough of these things.

At the beginning, Han Cheng was a little worried about his safety, and worried that he would be tired, but after a period of time, seeing that Wu's mental state was getting better and better, he stopped saying anything .

However, when Wu went out for a walk, at least two people would accompany him with weapons.

After all, this is the primitive era, not the later generations where all wild beasts have to be deliberately protected by humans to survive.

boom!

Brother Sha, who was walking with Wu on the edge of Guzi, suddenly stood still, opened his bow and set an arrow, and at the sound of the bowstring, a feathered arrow flew out like a shooting star.

boom!

Where the feather arrow fell, a flock of dark birds rose suddenly from the millet field like a black cloud.

Chirping and chirping, it landed on a tree not far away, waiting for these nasty two-legged beasts to leave, and then continue to come back to eat these rare and rich delicacies.

shoot!

Shoot 'em!

When they fell on the tree and cursed the hairless monkeys who didn't let them eat properly, the hairless monkeys also cursed them.

After discovering that the food that his tribe worked so hard to grow was stolen and eaten, Wu Shi lost all his senility. He pointed at the birds that harmed the crops, and cursed with his feet.

stretch!

Junior Brother Sha followed good example, once again he drew his bow and put on an arrow, and the arrow flew out. A bird standing on the tree screamed and was carried forward by the feather arrow for a certain distance, and then stuck its head on the ground.

The group of birds, who had seen the power of the less-haired monkey, screamed in panic, flapping their wings and galloping away.

Wu, the elder who was still angry, was still angrily cursing at the direction where the birds left. His emotions were so agitated that even the local dialect of the tribe burst out.

The wages of avarice is death. This sentence is not false at all.

The large expanse of soon-to-mature millet around the Qingque tribe is an irresistible temptation for these birds.

Before Wu's cursing sound disappeared, these birds, which circled half a circle in the air, fell into a place about a mile away from him again, and continued to chirp and call for friends to eat.

From time to time, some sporadic birds spread their wings and flew over to join the ranks of eating.

Shoot! Shoot 'em!

Wu's eyeballs were red, and as he said this to Junior Brother Sha, he had already bent down to find a piece of dirt, and threw it towards the damned birds with all his might.

Of course he couldn't lose such a long distance.

Also, Junior Brother Sha, who was a little annoyed, approached him and opened his bow again...

shoot……

In the fields in the early morning, the witch's angry howls kept ringing out, much more confident than when offering sacrifices to the gods.

Why hasn't Wu come back?

Han Cheng muttered, in the past, even if he went out for a walk, it shouldn't be because he didn't come back for so long...

Looking at Wu who was panting, with bird feathers on his head, holding a bunch of dead birds in his hands, and cursing from time to time, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

Old children, old children, sometimes when people get old, they will indeed become a little childish in certain behaviors.

In order to vent his anger on the witch, Han Cheng specially added another meal to the tribe, roasting and eating the birds.

Son of God, these birds...

While chewing the bird meat fiercely, Wu said with a worried expression.

This morning's tossing made him almost helpless with these flies-like annoying birds.

After hearing what Wu said about driving away these birds, Han Cheng also nodded. What Wu said was indeed a very necessary thing.

The ecology at this time is really good, and there are many kinds of birds. After the news that there is a large piece of delicious food here in the Qingque tribe spreads in the bird world, there are no shortage of flat-haired beasts here to fight the autumn wind.

If there is no control and they are allowed to go on like this, when the millet is fully mature and ready to be harvested, the fruits on it will almost shrink by 10% or more.

It's okay, I have a solution.

Han Cheng said to Wu confidently.

Hearing what Han Cheng said, Wu immediately felt relieved, quickly finished his meal, and pulled Han Cheng to use his methods quickly to restrain those annoying birds.

For these birds, he has run out of patience.

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