I am a Primitive Man

The wind blows, rolls up a few yellow leaves, and flies into the quiet cave.

The cave was empty and silent, with blood stains on the ground, dazzling white bones and ashes after burning.

This tribe who did not know how long it had lived here disappeared in one day.

Perhaps in the days to come, this place will be occupied by some kind of beast and used as a shelter.

Maybe it was a migrating tribe who lit a bonfire and continued to live here.

Maybe no one here will find out again, the dust blown up by the wind will gradually cover up here, after an unknown number of years, a group of people with equipment came here, peeled off the layers of deposited things, carefully and seriously Cleaning up, yelling ecstatically at the skull of the tribal leader where Grass Roots is located...

Not far away, the couple of squirrels who were burying acorns in the ground and preparing for the winter stood up, with their big tails on the ground, and their front paws slightly hanging, looking around vigilantly.

After a while, the two of them ran all the way, quickly climbed up the tree, and hid in the tree hole with only one head exposed, watching carefully.

It didn't take long before the group of hairless monkeys that terrified them appeared.

They passed under the tree and left without stopping. Someone even kicked the bone under the pine tree to the side...

Yo Yo~!

The sky is bright and the air is clear, the wind is breezy, and in the autumnal field, Uncle Lu came with his head held high and his slender legs.

Behind it, followed by a group of its subordinates. They grazed here while walking. Under the sunshine of autumn, they looked very leisurely.

Xiaofu was still wandering around the fringe of the deer herd, and sometimes he jumped out suddenly, throwing a hapless guy who was too late to escape to the ground, and offered a wolf kiss.

Xiao Fu, who had been wandering around for a while, suddenly stopped, stood up straight, stretched his neck, and took a few breaths from time to time.

After this movement continued for a while, it began to go in one direction.

After walking for a while, I will sniff again.

Stopping and going around like this all the way, after walking for an unknown distance, Xiaofu stopped again.

Not far ahead,

There was a small pack of wolves, not many in number, only eleven or twelve.

The pack of wolves had already discovered Xiaofu, an uninvited guest who was alone, and the pack of wolves, who were still playing, suddenly became vigilant.

They looked at Xiaofu, and Xiaofu also looked at them, and the two sides looked at each other quietly.

It may be that Xiaofu is not hostile, or that Xiaofu who has grown up is not easy to mess with. The group of wolves walked away step by step under the leadership of the wolf who was blind in one eye.

Xiaofu hesitated behind for a while, and then followed the wolves...

The sun moved westward, and the warm sun slanted on the mountains and forests.

Yo Yo~!

Uncle Lu, who was always punctual, raised his neck and yelled, then took a step, turned around and headed towards the tribe.

The deer herd followed, and Fu Jiang, a few guys who had been in the deer herd, also went to the tribe with the deer herd.

No one noticed Xiaofu's disappearance, because they had already gotten used to Xiaofu's single brush...

In the Qingque tribe, the foundation of the pigsty has been completely laid, but not all of them have been built up. There is only a space of about seven or eight square meters.

The seven grown wild boars have been transferred here from the simple pigsty.

Putting down the original big pigsty temporarily and making a small one in the southeast corner first was also an expedient move after Han Cheng considered it.

The main reason is that the people who were originally going to build the pigsty were transferred out, and then went to build the house.

The houses of the Qingque Tribe are currently enough to live in, and it is said that there is no need to build new houses, but when the Green Tribe that has gradually taken the bait is counted, the housing will become tense.

After all, the millet harvested this year alone occupies as many as six houses.

As for the big tiled house made of blue bricks, Han Cheng didn't plan to let people live in it.

The newly built house has the same specifications as before, and it is also a series of twelve rooms.

But the difference is that instead of building a partition wall for every room to support the beams, a partition wall is built for every third room.

The rest of the place is supported by triangular beams made of wood, just like a large tiled house made of blue bricks.

This wall, like the previous one, is made of stones and rammed earth on the top, instead of bricks.

First, firing bricks is too troublesome, time-consuming and labor-intensive, and second, the houses here have not yet reached the level of building with green bricks.

After all, Han Cheng consciously wanted to highlight the superiority of green brick buildings, so naturally he would not let people use green bricks to build residential houses at this time.

On the back mountain, a few people who often mow the grass in Tietou are harvesting thatch there.

After a period of time, the harvested and dried thatch will be used to build the roof of the newly built house together with the previously accumulated thatch.

The newly built houses don't use tiles, which was also specially explained by Han Cheng to echo the two kinds of ID cards he was going to implement.

These newly built thatched huts were prepared for those who joined the tribe later.

Second-level citizens with wooden ID cards can only live in this kind of thatched house, while first-level citizens live in tile-roofed houses.

In this respect the two are distinguished.

Han Cheng looked at the busy people for a while, and then looked down at the seven wild boars in the pigsty.

The wounds on several wild boars have basically healed. After a period of captivity, these wild boars are no longer as wild as before, and they will no longer try to climb over the small cage that imprisoned them here.

Even if Han Cheng is here at this time, they can turn a blind eye.

Two wild boar cubs sat in the pigsty and ate the food in the pig trough, while the other four lay down against the stone wall of the pigsty, enjoying the sunshine in autumn.

There was another one, looking at the sky hesitantly.

In the pig trough, there is not pure grass, but rice bran, chopped grass, and some water for washing pots and dishes, and things mixed together.

The water for washing the pot is oily and salty, which is very appetizing for wild boars.

After all, these guys are omnivores. Besides grass, meat is not taboo.

Of course, after coming to the Qingque tribe, the chances of eating meat are not many in the future.

Nowadays, the wild boar breeding scale of the Qingque Tribe is not large, and this small pigsty does not seem crowded.

It is not too late to expand the pigsty after the wild boars grow up and the size of the herd expands.

As for the feeding of wild boars, there is no need to worry.

Because as far as the current situation is concerned, the number of wild boars is not large, and they can pass by with improvisation.

For a long time to come, the food of these wild boars will be mainly chaff and grass or hay.

Sometimes, there will be some rapeseed, millet, or broken fruit mixed in.

As for the issue of eating so lightly and not growing tall and fat, there is no need to worry too much.

Han Cheng had read a news before, saying that a person often raised pigs with spoiled fruits, and the pigs grew fat...

In my memory, the farmer feeds the pigs by themselves. In order to make the pigs grow faster, a lot of meat is killed during the Chinese New Year. After the steamed sweet potatoes are mashed, they are fed with bran.

But with this kind of treatment, the few wild boars in the tribe should not think about it. After all, so far in the tribe, the only food that can be called food is millet.

If this kind of feeding continues, the wild boars in the tribe will not be as fat as the pigs of later generations, but the great business of raising pigs can still continue.

After all, sweet potatoes were gradually introduced into our country after the middle and late Ming Dynasty. Before that, our country had a history of raising pigs for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

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