I am a Primitive Man

Sunshine is a very selfless thing, no matter good or bad, poor or rich, it does not hesitate to sprinkle its own brilliance and shroud them under its own light.

Of course, except for the corners where the sun doesn't shine.

Under the autumn sun, in a relatively flat place, there is a piece of thatched cottage that is not very neat.

The thatched hut is irregularly round, and the top is also irregularly round.

The thatched hut is not high, even the highest point of the thatched roof is only one meter above the ground.

There are about thirty or forty of these thatched huts, which seem to be a bit messy covering this area.

Around the thatched huts, there is a simple fence made of branches and stones to enclose this area. Although it is not tight, it can still give people a sense of security.

In the courtyard of this tribe, there are some women and some old people who are squatting on an open space in the middle of the courtyard, and are constantly beating something with a flat stick in their hands.

These are some vines that have been dried in the sun. These plants have some pods on them, and they are now mixed with the vines.

With the knocking of these shirtless people around the animal skin, the pods mixed in the vines will burst, and some gray-brown seeds will pop out from inside.

Some minors who were not afraid of getting their feet pierced just ran away barefooted on top of it.

Some pods were trampled open by them.

Of course, these small taupe particles are very slippery, and sometimes some minors will fall to the ground when their feet slip.

This kind of beating is nothing to these minors. They quickly got up from the ground after falling and continued to run on it.

The surroundings of this tribe with its round-roofed huts and simple fences are different from most tribes in this era.

Around this tribe, in a large area, not many trees grow.

These trees were obviously removed by humans.

In these places where there are not many trees, a lot of things grow.

In addition to some weeds, there are more vine-like plants growing, just like the ones that those people in the tribe are beating.

Many leaves on this vine-like plant have turned yellow, and many have fallen on the ground.

After the vines were lifted, there were scorched fine leaves falling on the ground underneath, and when the feet stepped on them, it would make the fine crackling sound unique to dead leaves.

Those who are physically stronger will bend down and grab the roots of the vines with both hands, uproot them, and put them aside.

Most of the people who do this kind of work are female primitive people with short skins.

Some less strong male primitives are also in this ranks, doing the same thing.

However, when these male primitives do this kind of thing, they are not fast, and most of them are overtaken by the female primitives around them.

It's not that these less muscular male hominids are slower than these female hominids.

It only takes a while to see why these male primitives are not working fast and lagging behind.

Because these guys squatting on the ground, after pulling out some of these vines, will pause for a while, and look up at the primitive females who bent over to pull out the vines not far in front of them.

After looking at it for a while, there will be some silent smiles, but no matter how you look at it, this smile has some obscene meaning in it...

In the middle of these domed grass houses, there is a circular house that is larger than the other houses.

At this time, a person emerged from the house.

All these houses face south and all the openings for people to enter and exit face south.

It was only after I got in that I realized that this kind of low-looking round thatched cottage actually has a universe inside.

The space inside it is much larger than what you think from the outside.

This is mainly due to the fact that the inside of these houses is not level with the ground.

Instead, it was artificially dug down a lot.

In this way, the height inside is also suitable for human survival.

The man followed the ridge dug out with tools at the entrance of the cave, bowed and walked out of the house step by step to see the scene in the courtyard.

This is a woman who is not young, as can be seen from her somewhat white hair and the two loose and drooping clumps in front of her.

She stood here for a while, then walked towards the middle of the courtyard.

It can be seen that this older female primitive has a high prestige in this tribe.

As she arrived, these people who were working all cast respectful glances at her and said something to greet her.

Even the running minors seemed much more honest after the primitive woman came over.

This older primitive man is the wise man of this tribe, and he can also be called a witch or a priest. At this time, there is not much difference.

After she came here, she looked at it for a while, and squatted down behind an older minor.

He stretched out one hand, held the minor's hand holding the stick, raised and lowered it, and after repeating this seven or eight times in a row, he let the minor do it by himself, while she watched.

After a while, I held her hand with my hand and taught it again. Seeing that the minor was beating much better, I squatted down and handled the vines with the people around me.

The sun was moving inch by inch above the sky. When the sun was slanting westward and some people in the fields around the tribe began to carry or hold the vines that were pulled down today to the tribe, these people in the tribe had already carried them to the tribe. These things were cleaned out.

The beaten vines were set aside, leaving only a bunch of small gray-brown fruits.

At this time, the priest of this tribe held an irregular, round pottery pot in his hand to hold these gray-brown fruits.

She took this matter very seriously, and every time she filled the clay pot level, she poured it into the grass basket next to it.

And every time a jar is poured, a small stone that has been ground sharper will be used to draw a vertical path on another larger stone.

Several rows of such paths have been drawn on this stone slab.

After putting all the taupe seeds here, the priest looked at the stone slab in front of him and sighed slightly.

Compared with the previous ones, the newly drawn row of lanes is much smaller.

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While sighing and staring at the slate in a daze, the tribe suddenly burst into cheers.

The priest turned his head to look outside the tribe, and then smiled.

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