I am a Primitive Man

?Facts have proved that stories are always more attractive than mere preaching, not only modern people, but primitive people are no exception.

The people who had been excited by the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl heard the complicated and incomprehensible calendars, they were quickly wiped out of their impatience and became lethargic.

Han Cheng patted the stones with a half-round bright moon in his eyes, and signaled him to stop thinking about it, go back to sleep first, and observe the record tomorrow.

The crowd dispersed, using the moonlight spreading across the ground, through two doors, one after another entered the room and went to rest on the kang.

Some people who are in good spirits look at the stars in the sky through windows that have never put the rolled animal skins down, hoping to find the two stars of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

It's a pity that after the moon turned out, many stars have hidden their bodies, and the windows are so small that only a small night sky and a few scattered stars can be seen.

The people who had been hypnotized by the divine son with a calendar that he didn't understand, their sleepiness disappeared after they walked into the house from outside. After hearing the Cowherd and Weaver Girl story twice before, they came to mind again.

Some are watching the night sky, while others are lying on the kang hugging each other and discussing this wonderful story with relish and interest, and they don't want to sleep.

It is conceivable that for a period of time in the future, the Qingque tribe will be in the craze for the ‘Cowherd and Weaver Girl’, and there will be more ‘wise men’ who look up at the starry sky without problems.

It is a pity that no paper is born in the Qingque tribe, and everyone has not developed the habit of writing. Otherwise, the situation of "Qingque paper expensive" will inevitably occur.

Unlike ordinary people, it is not the Cowherd and Weaver Girl that appear the most in the heart of the stone, but the cow that can only talk and can fly into the sky by putting on its skin, as well as the year, month, day, and the four seasons and moons of different shapes.

The cow can’t be found now, but the moon can be seen at any time. He has never looked forward to the next long night like now.

He has already developed an extremely keen interest in what the son of God said today.

Since the next witch came into contact with the mysterious ‘God’ who never communicated with him, the number of times and the time the stone looked up at the sky gradually became longer and longer.

Because that is the place where the gods live and the place where the sons of gods come.

It's a pity that after watching for a long time, he only saw the vastness, emptiness, mystery, and mystery that he could feel but could not express.

This makes him very uncomfortable.

The words of the **** son tonight made him very encouraged. There was a way for things that he couldn't get started with. One is the cow, and the other is to observe and record the moon.

Although he had previously wondered why the moon would rise and fall, and would fill the gap, he never thought about doing anything in the past. Now that he has a hint from the son of God, it is completely different.

The moon is also a thing in the sky. It is said that it has existed a long time ago, just like a god.

I was too stupid, no matter how the witch taught, I just couldn't communicate with the gods, which made the stone very painful.

Now it won’t. The gods can’t see or touch, but they can see the moon in the sky with the gods. If you study the moon thoroughly, you may be able to communicate with the gods...

Through the window, he looked at the moon, which was half-bent and shifted quite a bit, thinking, his two small fists were clenched tightly...

Han Cheng didn't know the idea of ​​the stone, if he knew it, he would have secretly sighed that this little primitive man actually coincided with the propaganda method of a later surname Wang.

Of course, there is a huge difference in ambition and approach between the two.

Han Cheng was not asleep either. He was not as intoxicated as the others in the primitive version of Cowherd and Weaver Girl, but worried about the lucky general.

In a three-room independent house, he was the only one living in it, which seemed a bit deserted.

Wu still refused to move in, and Han Cheng was also worried about this.

When Wu was sent into the cave not long ago, Han Cheng felt cold inside.

Because everyone moved out of the cave and did not light the fire, it was much colder than before.

It's time to think of a way to let this old man come out and live in the tiled house, otherwise if someone freezes out in the cave, things will be troublesome.

Hole*, a little shining like a bean, the witch who took off his straw shoes, half of his body got into the thick fur.

The fur is soft and thick, and it is made of tanned leather from the outside.

Wu half lay here, hands on his fur, stroking it unconsciously, some muddy old eyes looking at the light, carefully recalling what he had learned from the gods tonight, the more he thought about it, the more strange it became. It turned out that he was outside of their tribe. , There are so many things, and the days that I used to live every day can also be divided by year, month and day.

If you give a name to each day, then when you hold a joyous meeting in the future, can you not use the joy grass as a token, but just remember the name of that day?

He was thinking so madly, suddenly remembering something, and hurriedly fixed his eyes to see the light.

I noticed that there was a big pit in the ground and rubbed rope under the firelight, and there was some liquid like clear water in the pit, so I patted my head and secretly said why I had forgotten first. Destroying the'lamp', this time wasted a lot of delicious grease!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly leaned forward to blow out the ignition.

The lamp was made by a god, and the structure is very simple.

In a small pottery bowl, put a rope that is crushed and twisted into the bowl, and then scoop the boiled animal fat into it with a spoon, and wait until the string woven by the rope is soaked in grease After that, it can be ignited.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, including Wu, felt that this move was a bit wasteful. After all, grease was a rare delicacy, so it was a pity that it was ignited.

It is precisely because of this that most people do not use what is called a lamp made by God's Son.

On the one hand, it is reluctant, on the other hand, it is not necessary. After all, since their birth, they have experienced a life at sunset. On the other hand, the light of this lamp is too small, so it is better to use firewood.

Witch used it a few times and found it to be pretty good. This lamp can be moved back and forth with the hand. It is not like a fire where you need to add firewood from time to time. It is much more convenient, but it is distressing to burn oil...

Han Cheng also has a lamp of the same style here, and he doesn’t use it often. It’s not like a witch who is reluctant to use lamp oil, but because he doesn’t have a lighter and matches, he doesn’t want to do it in the dark to make fire at night. After the lamp is turned off, it won’t be turned on again, and the rest is basically done in the dark~www.wuxiahere.com~ Another one is that the wick is not good. The wick made of loose rope and grass is not resistant to burning and the flame is still small. , Far inferior to the wick made of cotton.

But recalling the origin of cotton, Han Cheng sniffed and thought it was better not to think about it anymore. If he wanted to think about cotton, he might as well think about how to find hemp.

After thinking about it this way, Han Cheng also went to sleep in a daze.

After sleeping for a while, I vaguely heard the door ringing. Han Cheng woke up from his dream. He had the experience of dreaming of Fu Jiang’s return last time, so this time he did not rush out like the last time, but took Waiting quietly for some expectation.

The surroundings were quiet, there was no sound, and for a while, it was hard to tell whether the sound was heard in a dream or actually happened.

Han Cheng waited for a while, then sighed, closed his eyes again and fell asleep. Just as his sleepiness hit, there was another knock on the door, the sound was still quite loud, and he didn't use much force...

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