I am a Primitive Man

When Dou and the others looked back, Han Cheng also looked back at these guys.

Let's talk to Wu about this matter. Compared with ordinary tribal people, Wu is more accepting of new things, so it may be clearer for him to explain this matter.

While walking back, Han Cheng muttered in his heart.

Walking into the courtyard, I looked at the granary from a distance. As expected, the witch holding a rabbit was looking into the granary.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng instantly wanted to take back what he had just said.

The witch who is addicted to catching mice, crouching in front of the crack of the door and peeping in from the back, looks a little too wretched.

And how can there be someone lying on the edge of the door and looking around after being caught in the trap?

At the beginning, the mouse was not familiar with these routines, but now, under the successive losses, the mouse has learned how to be fooled easily.

You are still guarding the door. How dare the mouse dare to continue to eat the food on the trap under the watchful eyes of you?

You are old and not a cat. A cat guards in front of the mouse hole. When it encounters a mouse, it can catch it with one paw. It is useless for you to stay here all the time...

Han Cheng has told Wu about this matter more than once, but these words are of little use to Wu, and he will continue to come to the door and peek inside after a while, and sometimes he can take a peek all morning. More dedicated than a cat.

For Wu's habit of 'hate', Han Cheng was also helpless.

The old man likes to do such things, so let's do it, because he is worried that his body will not be able to bear it in the long run.

Wu Wu noticed that someone was coming, so he turned his head, with some annoyance on his face.

You don't have to ask, no rats fall into the trap.

Looking at Wu who seemed a little aggrieved, Han Cheng wondered, should he call on the people in the tribe to go to the field to irrigate the voles when he has time.

Then put the caught mice into the granary in the tribe, let them enter the trap again, and make the witch happy.

Just like the leader Hao Jiannv who dived to hang fish on the leader's hook...

Not long ago, Han Cheng was complaining about Dou and the others having a lot of inner drama, but in fact, his inner drama as the son of God is even richer.

The corners of his mouth ticked upwards to expel these unreliable ideas. Han Cheng, who didn't want the tribe's granary to become a paradise for rats, began to talk to Wu more specifically about the tribe's outward expansion and planning...

Han Cheng realized that he was thinking about one more thing wrong. Wu was not at all open-minded about tearing down the walls of the courtyard for expansion and demolishing some houses to build new ones. Like Dou and others, he also felt that It's good to live in the tribe now.

A little expansion is okay, but a large-scale expansion is really unnecessary.

When Han Cheng was in a daze for this unexpected thing, Wu was also looking at Han Cheng in a daze.

How can such a good thing be dismantled?

At this time, Han Cheng finally realized the mistake he made in this matter.

As a person who got into a fight with the mouse because the mouse stole some food from the tribe, if you told him that the big walls and some houses in the tribe were to be demolished, it would be strange if he could immediately agree.

That's what Han Cheng said, if others dare to mention these things in front of Wu, even though Wu is old and his arms and legs are no longer flexible, Wu can still jump up to let this person know, and the old man will go crazy. Come on, hit the same pain.

Compared with other people in the tribe, the shaman who has been in the civil service for a long time is undoubtedly able to say more, and the reasons given are more sufficient.

The wall of the house is too good? It's a pity to tear it down?

Han Cheng muttered to himself what Wu said.

You have never seen those buildings that were demolished in later generations, and after seeing them, you will not say that it is a pity to demolish them...

Okay, you can continue to guard the mouse here...

After talking about it for a while, the great god son Han, who felt quite invincible,

With the loneliness and helplessness of a prophet, he turned and walked away.

It turns out that after surpassing everyone to a certain extent, it is really lonely... Han Cheng, who is in possession of Dugu, thinks so hypocritically.

With so many people in the tribe, there must be someone who can feel his mood and understand his intentions, right?

So Han Dashenzi went to find the person in the tribe who was led by him the most, and this person was getting some hemp-skinned stones there.

Han Cheng's thoughts fell through again, and he briefly took back the stone from the paper made of hemp skin, looked up at Shenzi, and after thinking for a while, he made the same choice as other people in the tribe .

He used to live in a cave and sleep with many people, but he didn't feel how crowded the tribe is now.

On the contrary, he still thinks that living together like this is quite lively.

As for the lack of clear functional divisions in the tribe, the overly dense buildings, and gradually mixed things, Shi Shi, like other people in the tribe, did not notice much.

He reached out and patted Shi Shi on the shoulder, letting Shi Shi continue to study the use of hemp leather to make paper, while Han Cheng left here and walked elsewhere with a look of melancholy.

Stone touched the melon seeds on his head with his big wet hands, looked at Shenzi's back with some doubts, and then didn't think too deeply, and then began to get numb.

The previous living conditions were different, and the views on the same thing were also different.

For example, now, Han Cheng feels that the tribe is getting crowded and the division of functional areas is unreasonable and chaotic, but everyone in the tribe thinks that the situation is very good and there is nothing wrong with it.

Sometimes it's too advanced, and it's not too good...

The very hurt Han Dashenzi was holding his son and talking a little pretentiously. The only response to him was Xiaowandou babbling, but he couldn't understand what it meant.

After coaxing his son to play for a while, thinking about how uncomfortable he felt, Han Chengcheng began to do things that seemed childish.

He found a broken clay pot, got a lot of pot bottom ash, scooped some water and stirred it to make simple, rough ink.

Then I found a big brush made of wild boar hair and tied it to a stick, and then walked through the gate with these tools and came outside the tribe's wall.

I looked around, found a place that was more pleasing to the eye, and began to dip in ink and swipe.

Of course, it was not a catchphrase that would make people think that it is the unshirkable responsibility of the village party secretary to make the whole village pregnant with a second child. Instead, a big circle was drawn on it, and a big circle was written inside the circle. word.

After I finished writing, I tilted my head to look at it, and the more I looked at it, the more pleasing it was to my eyes.

(I owe another update...)

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