I am a Primitive Man

Short hair, dark skin, neat clothes, a deer carrying a package, a wolf with a rope...

Seeing this, Huang Guo immediately showed a smile on his face, and the tension that had just arisen because of hearing the movement turned into joy.

It's that tribe!

The tribe that just left not long ago came back with precious things!

Huang Guo and several other people who discovered the arrival of the Qingque tribe greeted them happily, more excited than welcoming the leader who returned from hunting...

The leader of the Huangguo tribe returned with his hunters and prey.

They have a good harvest today, so they are in a good mood.

When he returned to the tribe and saw the people of that tribe waiting outside the cave, his already good mood became even happier.

Because he got another piece of news from the population of this tribe that made him extremely surprised and delighted-the people of this tribe were willing to use a small half jar of salt to use the not-so-tasty food accumulated by their tribe, Change them all.

The generous behavior of the Qingque tribe's caravan made the leader of the Huangguo tribe blush.

He felt that these unpalatable fruits in his tribe were not worth so much salt at all.

After hesitating for a while, he still told Shang and Mao that the food tasted bad and his stomach felt uncomfortable after eating it.

After saying that, he looked nervously at Shang and Mao.

He felt that after knowing the shortcomings of this fruit, the people in this tribe would definitely not produce so much salt again.

Even if it is directly exchanged without salt, it is possible.

However, to his surprise, after hearing what he said, the two of them didn't have the slightest intention of regretting it.

Instead, they dug up two spoonfuls of table salt and gave it to themselves, and also said that if there is such a fruit, they will exchange it with table salt when the time comes.

This surprised the leader of the Huangguo Tribe, but was also overwhelmed with deep joy.

I was moved by the generous behavior of this tribe from afar.

The primitive way of expressing welcome is very direct,

After taking out all the fruits from the storage warehouse in the cave and giving them all to the caravan of the Qingque tribe, the leader of the Huangguo tribe took out the new prey they had caught today.

Some were baked on the fire, and some were boiled in clay pots to entertain the bold Qingque tribe caravan.

Shang and Mao, after they figured out what the leader of the Huangguo Tribe meant, they also started to take food out, put it together with the food of the Huangguo Tribe, and the people of the two tribes ate together.

The joy of getting so many soybeans made Mao, who was a little bit of a buck, become extremely generous.

He took out two cans from the few cans carried by the caravan, poured a bowl for the leader of the Huangguo tribe, and distributed the rest to the minors of the Huangguo tribe.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe was holding a piece of boiled peach with his hand full of surprise.

Now that the peach blossoms have just begun to fail, the peaches are only as big as the belly of a little finger, and there is still a long time before they are ripe, and the people of this tribe actually took out ripe peaches?

This... how did they do it?

The leader of the Huangguo tribe became more and more incomprehensible to the Qingque tribe, and felt extremely mysterious about the Qingque tribe caravan.

After he ate a mouthful of the juicy peach and drank the soup, the surprise in his heart became even worse.

This wonderful taste is more fascinating than eating peaches directly.

Those minors who ate this kind of food for the first time and tasted this wonderful taste, all sucked their saliva, squinted their eyes, wanted to eat more, but were reluctant, and cherished this intoxicating taste. smell.

Some minors secretly looked at the caravan of the Qingque Tribe, full of longing. The people of this tribe always bring excellent things...

After an extremely sumptuous dinner for Huangguo's tribe, under the reflection of the flames, the people of Huangguo tribe began to embrace and roll on the ground with the people of Qingque tribe's caravan...

The warm sunshine fell, and the rapeseed flowers began to wither. On the edge of a large rapeseed field, near the wall, there was a specially opened land, and a bunch of miscellaneous seedlings protruded out of it.

Han Cheng didn't follow Wu's advice to feed the strange seeds Shang, Mao and the others brought back to pigs, chickens or geese. If he did that, it would be a waste of things.

Han Cheng scattered them on the ground.

If he just looked at the seeds, he wouldn't be able to recognize many things, but when the seeds germinated and grew, things were different.

In time, there will be more ways to identify them and confirm their types and uses.

Hope to find surprises in it when the time comes.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart.

Wearing clothes, Bai Xuemei, whose belly can be seen protruding, is beside him, looking at the field full of spring together.

The clingy chicken was wandering around happily, and sometimes it would jump up and peck some flower petals to eat.

The two looked here for a while, then walked towards the mulberry tree. The dustpan of spring silkworms raised in the yard was almost out of mulberry leaves, and they needed to pick some back.

Han Cheng held the stump in one hand and Bai Xuemei in the other. Behind him was a chittering chick who kept chasing after him with slender legs. There was also Fu Jiang, the loyal dog leg, and his descendants. It was a mighty team. It's a big army.

The mulberry leaves have been spread out, but they are still tender and very comfortable to the touch.

When Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei were picking half-tree heads, they saw movement from the tribe from a distance, and many people gathered.

Han Cheng's heart suddenly jumped. Could it be that the slaves in the tribe raised their flags and rebelled?

Then, looking further away, more slaves were still working hard to reclaim the wasteland, it didn't look like a rebellion.

Thinking vigilantly in my heart, after a while, a person came running quickly from the tribe, Han Cheng frowned slightly and looked at this person...

People from the Fire Tribe are here?

After hearing this somewhat unexpected and reasonable news, Han Cheng was slightly relieved.

Then he laughed at himself, sure enough, after becoming a slave owner, he was a little worried that ghosts would knock on the door.

After he picked some more mulberry leaves, he took Bai Xuemei and a group of mighty followers to the courtyard.

Bai Xuemei felt that the little chicken's short legs were too hard to run, so she put it in the tree.

Huosong and several other members of the Fire Tribe who came from afar, looked at everything that appeared in front of them, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

This tribe is truly amazing!

I always thought that what I saw before was the ultimate, but it turns out that every time I come, it can give people new shocks, and the shocks are more violent every time.