I am a Primitive Man

The upper legs on the long legs are almost good, and he has joined the ranks of work. This period of time just eat or not work, always makes him feel a little guilty.

At this time, he was carrying a handful of bone shovel to shovel the mud that the others had fallen from the wheelbarrow from one side to the other.

The soil was covered with some chopped grass, and there were even several handfuls of salt that seemed extremely precious to them!

Even though it was not the first time I saw people in the tribe sprinkle salt on these mounds, the heart of the legs still couldn't help being shocked and distressed.

Such a delicious and precious table salt was sprinkled into the soil like this?

Good things!

While shocked and distressed, he worked more vigorously, because I heard that this is a house that the gods will build for them to live in.

How could he not be moved and work hard to put such delicious and precious salt into the house he built for himself and others?

Recalling their original tribe’s witchcraft making a little salt, apart from the selfish behavior that they and a few leaders eat, the others have no part in it. Long legs feel that the gods and witches of this tribe are so generous and kind, which is admirable. .

He even felt that the shaman had a leader and he should be executed.

The witch of the Teng Snake tribe has been burned to ashes by fire. If it is buried, he knows what Long Legs thinks, he will definitely open the coffin board and come over and give Long Legs a few times.

Then pointed to the long legs and thundered.

My tribe only has that little bit of salt, but this tribe produces a large amount of salt continuously with energy. Can this compare between the two?

If your tribe can have as much salt as this tribe, let alone building a house, there is no problem in marinating long legs into bacon.

It's a pity that the witches of the Tengsnake tribe have been burned to ashes, and they entered the dung pit of the Qingque tribe with other people from the Tengsnake tribe who were also burned to ashes.

After retting in it for a period of time, it will become fertilizer and fertilize the field.

Therefore, even if you can know the nagging in the heart of Long Legs, you can only make a few more sticky bubbles out of the pit.

The long legs who were talking about these things in their heart, took the bone shovel, and the subordinates kept turning the pile of ‘seasoned’ soil to the other side.

After such a tossing, the salt and hay sprinkled on the surface of the mound will be more evenly mixed with the soil.

Then someone splashed some water on it with a bowl of water, made it wet, and then shoveled it into the mold that has been spent.

After vigorously tamping, it becomes a wall.

He straightened his long legs after turning a pile of soil, and looked at the section of the soil wall that appeared under their work, and his heart couldn't help but shake.

It turns out that walls and houses didn't exist at the beginning, but people can really build them.

It turns out that in addition to gathering, hunting, and attacking other tribes, people can actually do such great things!

The long legs looked at their hands, and then at the earth wall. While a little excited, they also carried some incredible,

He couldn't believe that this wall was actually built by them.

While the long-legged look at the earth wall they built and felt excited, Han Cheng standing on the wall was also looking at the working crowd.

The site selection of the two slave courtyards and the implementation of corresponding measures made him fall to the ground.

And for a while, these slaves have not resisted their status as slaves. They all followed his arrangements and worked peacefully without any trouble.

That's fine, Han Cheng muttered in his heart, with a smile on his face.

According to his temperament, as long as these slaves are obedient and do not mess around, he will not do too harsh things.

Like Zhou Papi, he got up earlier than the chicken, and pretending to make the long-time workers get up and work on the ground would never happen to him.

Started earlier than the chicken, isn't it too hard for such a slave owner to do it?

His gaze stayed for a while on the group of slaves who were busy building houses, then passed them and came to the east of the wall and downstream of the river.

The hemp in the tribe has been made and finally recovered from the war. The people who vacated the hand, under the arrangement of Han Cheng, were fishing out the hemp bundles there for hemp peeling.

By now, hemp has become an indispensable crop for the Qingque tribe.

In addition to the increasing use of hemp cloth, hemp rope is stronger and easier to use than rope grass, which is also an important factor.

So after freeing his hands, Han Chenggong immediately asked people to strip and wash the hemp.

This happens to be weaving in the house when the weather is cold in winter.

I just don’t know how the hemp planting of the Huo tribe is, whether they have started weaving.

Han Cheng thought of the tribe with a large population in the lower reaches of the river.

After watching the crowd peeling hemp from a distance for a while, Han Cheng turned his gaze to the west of the tribe again.

The woods after the fallen leaves appear to be much clearer, and through the branches, the eyes can extend a lot into it.

But it was still quiet there, and there was no movement of people returning from the expedition.

Han Cheng thought so, then shook his head and smiled.

Secret Dao himself was too impatient, and only a few days later, he began to think about the return of the big brother.

According to Rabbit Fur's previous statement, at this time, they had just arrived at the old nest of the Tengshe tribe. There was still a long time before they came back.

Wait slowly.

But this kind of waiting is really painful.

However, this suffering was immediately diluted a lot, because a joyous cry came from behind: "Brother Cheng!"

Han Cheng turned around, and Bai Xuemei had already climbed up the wooden ladder quickly.

Han Cheng, who is condescending, has an absolute advantage. Through her neckline, you can see a trembling white.

Bai Xuemei didn't notice Han Cheng's not-so-serious gaze~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even if she noticed it, she wouldn't care too much.

After all, there is something more serious than this, and the two have no idea how much they have done.

"Brother Cheng, I got something good!"

After Bai Xuemei climbed up, she stretched out her hand and took Han Cheng's arm, jumping and jumping happily.

Feeling the soft elastic touch on his arm, Han Cheng worried that Bai Xuemei was not holding her tightly enough, so he leaned his arm into her arms very intimately.

Then he smiled and asked, "What good thing? Let me see."

In fact, even if Xuemei Bai Xuemei didn't say it, Han Cheng could guess what the good things Bai Xuemei said was, but seeing the little daughter-in-law was so happy, he couldn't bear to sweep her interest, and deliberately followed this question.

"Guess it!"

Talking and guessing, his hand released Han Cheng's arm, reached into his clothes pocket, and took out the thing.