Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Almost only one night later, all the aborigines in the Luolei Mountains fell into an uncontrollable frenzied excitement.

That's because through the radio program the night before, they learned that half a month later, Blackstone City, the seat of the Blackstone tribe, will hold a harvest festival specially held to celebrate this year's harvest.

During the three-day festival, in addition to the food and square dancing that the Blackstone tribe has long been known to the entire Blackstone tribe, there are also two activities such as a parade of floats and a volleyball competition, which are said to have rich prizes...

Almost from the moment they heard the broadcast, all the member tribes of the tribal alliance, as well as the production brigades, decided that they must respond to Master Niu's call and join these two programs.

Even before the official broadcast announcement, Mr. Niu made some temporary changes because of the large number of production teams, but he failed to make the major production teams less enthusiastic about participating:

All production teams need to take their respective townships as units, and conduct a preliminaries internally first. Only the production team that wins the first place is eligible to participate in the float parade and volleyball competition.

But even so, it still didn't stop the fanaticism of all the natives.

All the production teams have formed a capable team, gearing up for the plan, not to mention the final right to participate.

Those who are not eligible to participate in parades and competitions, many tribes in the other three regions, as long as the distance is not so far away, many people have spontaneously organized.

Early the next morning after they received the news, they rushed to Black Rock City non-stop.

They thought: Even if they can't participate in the competition; in such a huge carnival-like harvest festival, even if they just join in the fun, that's great...

The warehouse knows the etiquette, and the food and clothing are sufficient to know the honor and disgrace.

This is the fundamental reason why the natives of Luolei Mountain Range are so fanatical in this event.

If it were changed to the earlier years, facing the coming of severe winter, from the witches and leaders of the tribe, down to the most ordinary members of the tribe.

Often, in order to be able to prepare food so that people will not starve to death before the arrival of winter, they are so worried that their intestines are almost knotted, and the soles of their busy feet are smoking.

At this terrible time, if you let them use such precious time to participate in this hellish harvest festival, believe it or not, they will spit all over your face.

They even caught people directly, and raised the healthy ones.

When the situation was critical, I boiled a pot of boiling water and polished the stone knife by the way...

The current situation is two completely different concepts; each tribe has more or less purchased some high-yield food seeds from the Blackstone tribe.

The crops that have just been harvested allow them to already have enough food for the winter; even if they don't go to the mountains and fight desperately with those ferocious beasts, they can comfortably spend this winter.

It can be said that such a good day is something they never dared to dream of before.

Of course, there are also small troubles that these natives have never encountered before, for example: these natives who have been busy for a whole year suddenly find that they don't know what to do after they are free? The bones all over the body are itchy.

In desperation, they actually made considerable efforts, but the effect was not so good.

For example: What! Even if they are busy giving birth to babies every day, after a long time, even if they have enough winter food now, they still can't keep up in terms of nutrition.

Besides, apart from the Blackstone tribe, the ratio of men to women in other tribes is still quite disparate.

This also means that many old bachelors are extremely looking forward to having babies to pass the time, and those bachelors with a huge number are also faced with the embarrassment of not having a partner at all.

So, when they learned that there was such a grand carnival and such an interesting game.

All of a sudden, where I could not hold back the strong desire in my heart, naturally, suddenly, I burst out with 120,000 points of enthusiasm, and devoted myself to the related preparations...

It is relatively easy for participating teams.

It's nothing more than picking twelve people from the tribe to form a participating team; anyway, as a national sport in the Luolei Mountains, no matter adults or children, they will perform a few volleyball stunts.

On the other hand, making the floats took a lot of effort from the natives.

In the broadcast, the Xiaoya host just said that the floats are processed on the basis of large ones, and must be novel and beautiful.

As for more information, it is estimated that even Xiaoya doesn't know what kind of thing a float is.

So, under the advice of many members of the tribes, floats with imaginations breaking through the sky were manufactured one by one.

At that time, it will definitely brighten the dog's eyes of Master Niu.

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Half a month quickly passed by in a flash.

Today is the three-day Harvest Festival, officially starting the first day of the big day.

As the host venue for this time, Black Rock City has been dressed up early, and all the streets have been cleaned, so it goes without saying that it is clean.

Moreover, under the personal arrangement of Master Niu, the inside and outside of Black Rock City was decorated to fill it with a festive and carnival atmosphere.

There are small colorful flags fluttering in the wind everywhere in the city, and festive red lanterns are hung on the eaves and street lamps.

And when Mr. Niu arranges the venue, the huge rainbow gate and the passionate march of athletes are two indispensable standard configurations.

There are also many eye-catching places in the city: promoting sportsmanship, improving the physical fitness of the tribe, and many other dazzling slogans, but few people can understand them.

Even in many conspicuous places, many banners were drawn: Master Niu wishes this event a complete success.

In short, under Master Niu's tossing, the whole Harvest Festival has been successfully filled with a kind of attitude, more than a hundred years ago in the modern plane, the posture of the township government sports meeting...

This is also impossible. With the unique aesthetics of a high school dropout like Mr. Niu and his rather limited knowledge, he can also tinker with such a level of arrangement.

Fortunately, there is no problem in fooling these primitive people.

Every outsider who came to Black Rock City, seeing the bright and festive colors all over the city, and the music that made his heart beat lingering in his ears, immediately exclaimed in unison:

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the Blackstone Tribe, and it is indeed worthy of being the Master Niu. This kind of arrangement is high-end, atmospheric, and high-end!

At 8:08 in the morning, this volleyball match officially started.

As the host of this competition, the most respected Master Niu in the entire Luolei Mountain Range, amidst the high expectations, officially announced that 64 teams participated in the competition, and the knockout round officially began.

To Master Niu's surprise, an unimaginably huge honor suddenly fell on his head:

In order to express their respect to Master Niu, all participating teams have been strongly requesting that the first volleyball game of blowing up this time be handed over to Master Niu.

On this point, no one raises the slightest objection:

Because according to the rules of the Luolei Mountains in the past two years, the volleyball blowing before the start of the game is handed over to the most respected people in the field.

And in the field at this time, who can ask themselves that they can surpass the respected Master Niu in this regard.

So, in the crowd of more than 100,000 indigenous people, Mr. Niu forced out a smiling face that was uglier than crying; then puffed up his mouth and forcefully inflated a condom.

Amid the smell of lubricating oil in his mouth and hands, Master Niu wanted to cry but had no tears.

An emotion that hadn't arisen for a long time reappeared in my mind, and it was still so strong: What the hell! This is a crime.