I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, he quickly took two steps back, and let go of his fingers hooking the bowstring.

He didn't want to be hit by a wild goose that was rushing down like a bomb.

Besides, he is still on the wall, even if the damage directly caused by the desperate attack from the geese is fatal enough, but if he is knocked off the wall, it will not be very comfortable.

What is sad is that at such a moment, facing the geese rushing straight down, he, who is not very good at archery, shot the arrow without any accident, and the geese shot at an increasing speed. Keep hitting down.

Happily, the geese didn't come after him.

There was a loud bang!, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was accompanied by a cry of pain from the wild goose. The wild goose that fell from the sky slammed into the wall, right next to the dead goose that was shot.

The wild goose didn't die, but from such a high distance, it was almost a long way from death.

One of its wings was broken, its side drooped limply, its long neck was bent sideways, and blood was gushing from its nostrils and eyes.

The red mouth was also rolled up by the knock, and blood was leaking inside.

Its whining sound was much smaller than before, but it became even more miserable.

It tried its best to move its body, leaning against the wild goose that had been killed by the arrow, and with its curled up beak, tried hard to preen the feathers of the dead mate.

The blood from the eyes and nose rubbed against the body of the dead goose, staining the pure white with a dazzling crimson.

The miserable hooting of geese gradually became lower and gradually became inaudible.

When everything was quiet, the wild goose that had descended from the sky put its crooked neck on the neck of the wild goose that had been shot and died, and remained motionless.

Han Cheng on the side was holding a bow, looking at the scene in front of him, a little dazed, with mixed emotions in his heart.

The joy of hunting geese and being about to be domesticated into geese disappeared, leaving only the indescribable taste.

He looked at the bow in his hand, and then at the two geese cuddling together. For the first time, he felt that something was not right for him to do so.

Ask what love is in the world, and teach life and death.

Flying passengers from all over the world,

Lao Chi experienced cold and heat several times.

Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.

You should have something to say, thin clouds, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who will the shadow go to?

Because Li Mochou often talked about it, Han Cheng deliberately looked up Yanqiu Ci before, and memorized the first half of it.

Before, I only thought that in The Legend of Condor Heroes, the two giant eagles of the Guo family, one dead and the other falling to the ground for love, were just literary works. I thought that Mr. Yuan Haowen encountered wild geese who died for love, which was extremely rare, but I didn't expect that it would be like this today. Suddenly, it happened in front of my eyes.

It is impossible to say that the heart is not touched.

At this moment, Han Cheng suddenly regretted shooting the geese this time, and even wanted to throw away the bow and arrow in his hand, but he still held it tightly after all.

With the sound of the wooden ladder, Tietou climbed up all the way, and saw two dead geese, he couldn't help being overjoyed, and could eat more meat at noon.

When he was about to reach out to pick them up and disembowel them, Han Cheng stopped them.

Han Cheng handed the bow and arrow in his hand to Tietou, and he bent down to pick up the two wild geese, and carefully descended the ladder.

The iron head behind him scratched his head, not knowing what happened to Shenzi.

Isn't it a very good thing that the escaped geese flew back and killed themselves, and the tribe had an extra prey out of thin air?

Why does Miko still look very unhappy?

Han Chengqiang squeezed out a smile and nodded to the minors who were holding the goose, and praised him aloud.

Then he put the two geese into the arbor, picked up a handful of shovels and a bone shovel, and carried them out of the courtyard.

They stopped on the west side of the courtyard wall, chose a quiet place, dug a hole to bury them, and made a small grave.

Find another piece of split wood, write the word Yanqiu and stand in front of it.

The rest of the geese can be eaten by the tribe, but he really can't eat these two geese.

Han Cheng's surprised behavior was incomprehensible to Wu, senior brother and others who came out.

They didn't understand why the Son of God had to bury the two meaty prey, wouldn't it be a waste?

If someone else dared to do this, Wu would roll up his sleeves and give him a lesson without anyone saying a word, but Shenzi was an exception.

The Son of God is the real boss in this tribe, so naturally he can do whatever he wants.

After Han Cheng bowed to Yanqiu, he turned and left without telling Wu why they did this.

After finishing these things, Han Cheng felt much better when he saw the group of minors running happily with Yan Ling.

After hunting, you still have to hunt. Without enough meat, how can you raise the people in the tribe to be strong?

And he himself is a meat-loving existence.

Although today's incident touched him a lot, it still couldn't make him give up hunting.

There is no way to do this. This is an era where the jungle is prey to the law of the jungle. Human beings have to eat food when they are alive. All things are born to support people.

All Han Cheng could do was to prevent people from eating these two geese who were deeply in love with each other, and to erect a simple monument for them.

But today's goose meat, he will not eat.

After adjusting his mood for a while, Han Cheng began to direct people to heal the surviving geese.

While treating the wounds, they cut off the feathers on their wings so that they could not fly. This is a major step in domestication.

There were a total of eight wild geese that were injured and survived. Not including the two that were buried by Han Cheng, only three died.

The eight living geese were temporarily put into the chicken pen, and after a few days, another goose pen would be set up next to the chicken pen for them to live in.

The dead ones were not treated so well. After being plucked, their stomachs were disembowelled, pickled with salt, and then slowly roasted over fire.

At lunch time, a few more baked golden things came out.

Han Cheng, who had already made up his mind not to eat goose meat, swallowed secretly.

The elder brother brought a piece of fat goose breast and a goose leg to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng wanted to refuse aloud, but he didn't say anything until the elder brother put down the food and left.

Well, let's put the goose meat here first, and share it with the children later.

Han Cheng found a reason for himself, then went to drink the millet porridge in the bowl, trying not to look at the goose meat in the bowl in front of him.

Goose meat with a layer of honey should taste very delicious.

Otherwise, the toothless witch wouldn't have given up his favorite millet porridge and devoted himself to dealing with a goose leg in his hand.

Eldest brother and the others won't even chew up the bones and eat them.

How about just a sip?

Anyway, this is not the two geese who are deeply in love with each other...

Under the delicious temptation, Han Cheng kept sliding towards the edge of evil, and finally fell into the abyss, and was still addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.

The person who originally agreed to taste a little bit, after eating all the goose meat in the bowl, still licked his shiny mouth with some unsatisfied desire.

If he hadn't thought that the remaining geese would be used to domesticate geese, he would most likely have stabbed them.

As for the previous sentimentality, it still exists, but it doesn't affect Han Cheng's eating meat.

Well, I can't stop eating meat while being sentimental.

The number of geese shot to death was an odd number, but no other geese were seen to die in love, presumably these were due to the emotional disharmony between husband and wife.

Compared with those two geese, they are so far apart that it is disgusting.

Only by being eaten can I better express the feeling of spurning in my heart...

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