I am a Primitive Man

Mao is still as industrious as before. After several years of business and living, he left him something similar to an occupational disease.

When the winter was about to pass and the ice and snow were about to melt, I wanted to lead people out and make a fortune in the surrounding tribes.

Especially not long ago, after Han Cheng told them about the plan of the propaganda team, Mao became more enthusiastic about this trip.

After all, at this time, under normal circumstances, the food stored by many tribes is almost consumed.

If the tribes brought some food and other things to the past at such times, they would undoubtedly be greatly welcomed by these tribes.

It is an excellent opportunity to show the wealth, strength and kindness of the tribe.

When Han Cheng told Shang and Mao about things before, he didn't mention anything about going out this season.

Obviously, it was the two of them who used their brains to lead the trade at this time.

"Wait a minute, the weather is still cold, and there is not much lack of fur in the tribe. You don't have to work too hard."

After Han Cheng praised the ideas of Shang and Mao, he did not directly agree, but said such things.

This is really the truth. Han Cheng, who has gone to Tongshan twice last year, has a deep understanding of the hardship of going out for business.

At that time, it was not the season when the snow had not melted, so it was easier to walk a lot.

Even if there are things like tents, hats, and gloves in the tribe, the hard work of going out in the cold season cannot be avoided.

The tribe has grown a lot now, and there is no need to fight like that.

These words of Han Cheng didn't help much. On the contrary, after hearing these words, the two guys who felt warm in their chests slapped their chests louder.

It keeps showing that there are ‘vanishing cream’ and tents, so don’t worry at all.

Han Cheng helped his forehead helplessly. He knew it would be better not to say the words before.

Seeing that both of them had made such a statement, Han Cheng had to agree after carefully explaining how to pay more attention to safety.

A day later, that is, on the third day, the trading team of the Blue Sparrow Tribe was dispatched again.

The people headed by Shang and Mao, took weapons, led the deer carrying goods, and a few dogs, left the tribe, and started the first trade in the new year.

The goods carried this time were different from the past. In addition to salt and pottery, they also brought a lot of husked millet.

In this era, food is the most tempting and the most prosperous thing. Since Han Cheng deliberately wants the trade team to show the wealth of the tribe, at this time, it is inevitable that the trade team will carry more food.

After the people who watched the trade team disappeared in the vast snowfield, Han Cheng returned to the tribe with them...

All kinds of sounds are connected together, and the ears are full of noisy, which makes people feel big.

There were people in all directions, carrying large bags and small bags, crowding each other with different accents, and heading for the far exit.

The wide passages that have been built as far as possible are still extremely crowded and narrow when the New Year's Eve is approaching.

Han Cheng, carrying a heavy backpack, was also a member of the crowd.

At this time, he was young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and some beards that just wanted to be darkened made his face even greener.

In this crowded flow of people, it is impossible to go fast, only to move forward slowly with the crowd.

All that can be done is to stretch out one hand, and pull the corner of the snakeskin pocket on the left that is constantly bumping in front of you.

Of course, it is impossible to walk slowly. Even if you stop moving, people behind can push you toward the front at the inherent speed.

After the corner of the snakeskin pocket was pulled to one side, Han Cheng appeared in front of a well-dressed woman who was very fashionable in this era.

The dyed hair was a little yellow, the wavy side was scattered on the shoulders, the upper body was a beige furry dress, and the lower body was wearing a small leather skirt covering the buttocks. At first glance, it was full of mature style.

Han Cheng, who is only seventeen years old, has never had such close contact with the opposite sex, especially such opposite sex.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, it is the age when hormones are rapidly growing and nowhere to be emitted. After a little stimulation, he immediately becomes too excited.

Han Cheng, who opened his snakeskin pocket, sighed inwardly.

While his face was hot instantly, he was also pulling back hard, trying to distance himself from the opposite **** in front of him.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand, preparing to pull back the corner of the snakeskin pocket, blocking his vision and not looking at the woman in front of him.

Two things he wanted to do, none of them was done.

Perhaps it was because Han Cheng had just pulled it aside, the owner of the snakeskin pocket turned the snakeskin pocket to one side, and Han Cheng could no longer reach it.

And the little distance he struggled with the woman disappeared instantly under the crowd of people behind.

While Han Cheng felt the leather skirt, the person in front also clearly felt Han Cheng.

The long, wavy golden hair leaned to one side, and the woman in front turned her head a little laboriously.

What appeared in front of him was a pretty face in his thirties.

Han Cheng stared at her, and immediately lowered his head. He dared not stare at the woman, blushing and hot.

He tried his best to push his body back, trying to get some distance out, but in the crowded crowd, his body was not controlled by Han Cheng at all.

For a time, unprecedented embarrassment and shame filled Han Cheng's chest, making him want to find a place to sew in.

The woman in front turned her head again without saying anything. This gave Han Cheng some comfort. If she said something at this time, she really couldn't say anything.

At this moment of mixed feelings~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a small hand moved from the front to the back, grabbing Han Cheng...

Han Cheng's whole body froze, and his mind was blank. If he weren't squeezed by the people behind, he would definitely stand on the spot.

The noisy voices around disappeared, and only one rhythm remained in the blank mind.

This rhythm didn't last long, and the warm feeling passed...

"Mother..."

In the night, Han Cheng's low curses sounded. This was all the time ago, but at this time I dreamed again, and the various memories were still so clear.

Lying here and thinking about the palm that didn't let go until the exit of the station, as well as the woman who turned her head and smiled at him, after many years, Han Cheng has come to primitive society, and his face is still unbearable. Some of them are hot.

What a shame!

How can there be such molesting young people!