I am a Primitive Man

The range of wind and snow that fell after the Chinese New Year was very wide, pushing all the way from north to south.

Compared with the Huangguo tribe in the south, it is even more difficult for the tribes in the north.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe was also a little worried when he saw the food in the tribe, because there was not much food in their tribe.

Coming to the entrance of the cave to see the unmelted snow outside, the leader of the Blackstone Tribe couldn't help scratching his head, feeling that this year's winter has been extraordinarily long.

According to past experience, at this time, even if the ice and snow had not completely melted, there should have been some seventy-eight eighty-eighth, but now, the weather is still cold and there is no sign of warming up.

If this continues, the food in the tribe will not be enough!

Of course, if the way of eating is followed in the past, the Blackstone tribe, which once robbed a tribe after winter, does not have the problem of food shortage now.

But the problem is that with the sharp weapons made of black stones and easy access to food, these people start to be extravagant when eating food in winter, and they basically eat as much as they can with every meal.

Their tribe just got the meteorite by accident, and they didn't enlighten on the matter of large-scale planting of food.

Without a large amount of food storage, but like the Qingque tribe, they are not short of food in winter, so it is not easy to handle.

Well, it's not too difficult, at least for the leader of the Blackstone tribe at this time, this matter did not make him frown.

After looking at it for a while, the leader of the Blackstone tribe finally made a decision...

When a person has a hammer that is easy to use, then when he encounters problems later, he will habitually use the hammer to hit it instead of using other methods.

The meteorite that has been developed and utilized is undoubtedly the hammer in the hands of the Blackstone tribe.

The two consecutive conflicts after the beginning of winter made the people of the Blackstone tribe realize the power of what they had in their hands, and by the way, their mentality changed.

So not long after, a group of people who looked like big stupid bears rolled up by layers of fur set off with meteorite weapons tied to wooden handles.

The meteoric iron weapons held by some people are more regular and sharper than others. These are adults in the tribe.

The result was inspired by children's games.

The leader of the Black Stone Tribe looked at the black stones tied to the stick in his hand with pride and a little awe, and he dared not let these black stones come close to his mouth while walking.

On the one hand, because the black stone is too sharp, on the other hand, the black stone will stick to the tongue in winter!

A minor in their tribe wanted to taste the black stone, and his tongue was stuck on it.

It took a lot of effort to pull it off.

A piece of skin was glued off that minor's tongue, bleeding profusely. Until now, sometimes when eating, he was rubbed until he bleeds.

With this living example, people in the Black Stone tribe, whether they are adults or children, have firmly remembered the things that Black Stone cannot eat.

Not only that, even when holding it, he deliberately kept the black stone away from his mouth.

For primitive people, the inability to eat with their mouths can almost be equated with the inability to hunt and gather food...

The team set off the first day and returned by the evening of the second day.

They went to the tribe closest to them this time.

Thin people with little food, driven by the people of the Blackstone tribe with meteorite weapons, walked all the way to the Blackstone tribe through the snow.

The fate that awaits them will not be any better.

Transferring disasters has been happening since ancient times, and this is the nature of human beings to survive.

For example, in the past, affected by the cold weather, after the grassland tribe suffered a disaster, they would lead the tribe and the scimitar all the way south.

Through acts such as grazing the grass valley, they plundered the Han people to make up for their losses.

The Blackstone tribe, which owns meteorite and makes it into weapons, is doing similar things now...

Inside the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng came back and hugged Little Pea, squatting at the base of the wall without the slightest image of a son of God, basking in the warm sun.

After a period of severe cold and strong cold air, the temperature finally rose slowly, and the snow began to melt on a large scale.

This made many people breathe a sigh of relief. Even Han Cheng, who has always liked to watch snow, started to get a little bored after watching the white color for a long time. Greeted the belated spring girl with a smile.

Corresponding to the warm spring sun is the vigorous vitality.

Not to mention the nature outside, just talk about the Qingque tribe at this time. Compared with before, there is obviously a lot more anger at this time.

Not far away, a child stared at the melting snowman with a big nose, the big toad lying on the ground, and the shiny wind chime with his mouth full of reluctance.

A group of women in another place were sitting there doing needlework, while chatting some words there.

No matter what era it is in, a group of women can't be quiet when they gather together.

But it is this kind of noise that makes life more lively.

At this time, among these women, there are some people from the original Huangguo tribe.

After a period of time, the people from the Huangguo tribe and the old man from the Qingque tribe got along very well.

This is the natural advantage that high-level civilizations have over low-level civilizations.

If a low-level civilization wants to absorb a high-level civilization, no matter how many methods it uses, the effect will not be as good as it is today.

The woman from the Huangguo tribe is now learning needlework with the old man from the Qingque tribe.

Ever since they saw Shang and others perform their crafts in their caves, making animal skins into hats and other things, they have grown yearning for this magical skill.

Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally want to learn a lesson.

Holding a needle there, Huangguo, who seemed to be clumsily piercing the animal skin, suddenly felt something was wrong.

After a while, he put down the needle and thread in his hand, said a few words in unskilled Mandarin, and pointed to the direction of the toilet.

After understanding Huang Guo's meaning, the woman from the Qingque tribe stretched out her hand to grab her, then returned to the house, and brought her a long linen bag.

After telling her how to use it, he smiled and pushed her to go to the toilet quickly...