I am a Primitive Man

Short hair, dark skin, neat clothes, a deer with a package, a wolf with a rope...

When seeing this, Huang Guo immediately smiled, and the tension that had just risen from hearing the movement turned into joy.

It's that tribe!

The tribe that hadn't left for a long time came again with precious things!

Huang Guo and a few others who discovered the arrival of the Qingque tribe greeted them happily, more excited than the leader who had returned from hunting...

The leader of the Huangguo tribe returned with hunters and prey.

They had a good harvest today, so they are in a good mood.

When he returned to the tribe and saw the people of the tribe waiting outside the cave, he was in a good mood and became more happy.

Because he got another piece of news from the population of this tribe that he was extremely surprised and delighted-the people of this tribe are willing to use a small jar of salt to save the food that is not very tasty in their tribe. Change all.

The generous behavior of the Qingque tribe caravan made the leader of the Huangguo tribe blush.

He felt that these unpalatable fruits in his tribe were not worth so much salt.

After hesitating for a while, he still told Shang Youmao that this kind of food did not taste good, and that his stomach was easily uncomfortable after eating.

After that, I looked a little nervously at Shang and Mao.

He felt that after learning about the shortcomings of this fruit, the people in this tribe would definitely not produce so much salt.

Even if it is exchanged directly without salt, it is possible.

However, what surprised him, after hearing his own words, the two people didn't mean to regret it at all.

Instead, they dug up two spoons of table salt and gave them to themselves, and also said that if there are such fruits, they will exchange them with table salt when the time comes.

This surprised the leader of the Huangguo tribe, but was also shrouded in deep joy.

Moved by the bold behavior of this tribe from afar.

The primitive people’s way of expressing welcome is extremely straightforward. After all the fruits in the cave’s storage bin were transported out, and they gave them all to the caravan of the Qingque tribe, the leader of the Huangguo tribe made them new today. The prey that arrived was taken out.

Part of it is grilled on the fire, and part of it is cooked in a clay pot to entertain the bold blue bird tribe caravan.

After understanding the meaning of the leader of the Huangguo tribe, Shang and Mao also started to fetch food outside, put it with the food of the Huangguo tribe, and ate it with people from the two tribes.

The joy of getting so many soybeans has made Mao, who is a bit deceptive, extremely generous.

After taking out two cans of the few cans carried by the caravan, after pouring a bowl for the leader of the Huangguo tribe, the rest were distributed to the minors of the Huangguo tribe.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe, holding a piece of cooked peach in his hand, was full of surprise.

Now the peach blossom has just failed. The peaches are only as big as the belly of a little finger, and there is still a long time before they mature. So the people of this tribe actually took out mature peaches?

This... how did they do it?

The leader of the Huangguo tribe couldn't see through the Qingque tribe, and felt extremely mysterious to the Qingque tribe caravan.

When he took a sip of peaches with juice and another sip of soup, the surprise in his heart became even greater.

This wonderful taste is more fascinating than eating peaches directly.

Those minors who have tasted this kind of food for the first time and tasted this wonderful taste, one by one sucked their saliva, squinted their eyes, wanted to eat more, but were reluctant, and cherished this intoxicating taste. taste.

Some minors secretly looked at the caravan of the Qingque tribe, full of yearning. People from this tribe can always bring great things...

For the tribe where Huang Guo belongs, after an extremely rich dinner, under the light of the flames, the people of the Huangguo tribe began to embrace the people of the Qingque tribe caravan and rolled to the ground...

The warm sunshine fell, and the **** blossoms began to wither. On the edge of a large rapeseed field, near the wall, there was a piece of land specially opened up, and a seedling of miscellaneous seven miscellaneous seven did not know what it was arched out.

The strange seeds brought back by Shang and Mao, Han Cheng didn't follow Wu's suggestion and used them to feed pigs, chickens or wild geese. If they did that, it would be a bit of a mess.

Han Cheng scattered them on the ground.

Looking at the seeds alone, he would not recognize many things, but when the seeds germinated and matured, they were different.

When the time comes, there will be more ways to identify them and confirm their types and uses.

I hope to find surprises in it in time.

Han Cheng thought this way.

Wearing her clothes, she could see that Bai Xuemei, who had a bulging belly, was beside him, looking at this spring-filled wilderness together.

The clingy chicken wandered happily on the side, sometimes rushing to peck some petals and the like to eat.

The two of them watched here for a while, and then went to the mulberry tree. The dustpan spring silkworm raised in the yard was almost out of mulberry leaves. They needed to pick some back.

Han Cheng carried the head in one hand, and Bai Xuemei in the other. Behind him was a little chick who was chasing with her small legs, and Fu Jiang, a loyal dog-legged son and its descendants, could be described as a mighty team. The swayed army.

The mulberry leaves have been spread out, but they are still tender and very comfortable to the touch.

When Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei gathered half of the head, they saw movement from the tribe from a distance, and a lot of people gathered.

Han Cheng's heart was immediately sudden. Could it be that the slaves in the tribe revealed their flag and rebelled?

Then I looked further afield and saw that more slaves were still working hard to cultivate wasteland. It didn't look like it was a rebellion.

I was a little alert thinking about ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After a while, a person rushed from the tribe, and Han Cheng frowned and looked at this person...

The people of the fire tribe are here?

After hearing this somewhat unexpected and reasonable news, Han Cheng only let go of his heart slightly raised.

Then he laughed at himself, and sure enough, after becoming a slave owner, he was a little worried about the ghost knocking on the door.

After picking some more mulberry leaves, he took Bai Xuemei and a group of mighty attendants to the courtyard.

Bai Xuemei felt that the two short legs of the little chicken were too hard to run, so she put it in the head.

The Huosong from afar and several other people from the Huo Tribe were dumbfounded as they watched everything that appeared in front of them.

The implementation of this department is amazing!

I always think that what I have seen before is the ultimate, but every time it comes, it can give people a new impact, and the impact is more violent every time.