I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng is ignorant of the changes that have quietly occurred because of his gaze under the sun. If he knows, he will not know whether he will have the courage and interest. When facing the women in this tribe, his thoughts are floating. Fly, miss the past.

Fortunately, Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli, although they were a little moved by what the primitive woman said, they didn't dare to really put this matter into action for a while.

Therefore, the **** son Han Da, who had never known about this, was able to arrange for everyone to manage this year that they had never had before, with a relatively relaxed, happy and nostalgic mood.

When there is expectation, the days are always slow and long and worrying. In the anticipation of everyone in the Qingque tribe, the pace of the year is finally getting closer and closer.

Twenty-four, sweep the house.

Twenty-five, grinding tofu.

Twenty-six, cut pieces of meat.

Twenty-seven, kill a chicken.

Twenty-eight, post paintings.

Twenty-nine……

In the cold season, because the new year is approaching, the Qingque tribe is also getting more and more lively and looking forward to it. Although the days seem to be the same as usual, everyone can feel the difference.

On the twenty-third night, compared with the past, after the meal that looked much richer, the events about the year were pushed to the climax step by step, like a picture that has been slowly pulled away and is ready to go. Bow general.

Twenty-four, the people of the Qingque tribe, under the order of the son of God, began to take action.

Clean room appliances, clean the courtyard.

The Qingque tribe’s several large pots for boiling soup have never stopped, boiling hot water for everyone, so that they can clean things.

After the rooms, courtyards, and appliances are cleaned up, all that is needed to clean is the person himself.

There was no bathhouse at this time, so when the weather dropped, the number of bathing times, including Han Cheng, was decreasing.

But this time is different from the past. Even people who don't want to take a bath in the past have to take a bath today. This is the kind of tough attitude given by the Son of God.

The reason is that the new year is a new beginning, and the ash of this year cannot be brought to the new year.

A relatively small place in the cave separated by wooden rafts and animal skins was filled with moisture.

In the big tank, Han Cheng buried his head in the hot water and happily vomited a bunch of bubbles, then began to rub the ashes on his body, and washed his already long hair with his hands.

After exposing his head to the hot water, I soon felt the chill again. Even if there was a small flame under the big tank burning constantly, it was quite the momentum to stew the goddess, but it couldn't isolate the cold air.

It is necessary to find a way to build a special bathroom. It is too uncomfortable to take a bath in such a place. It is no wonder that the people of the tribe don't like washing much when the weather is cold.

As Han Cheng thought, he rubbed his body and his hair.

There is no soap, and no bath towels. You can only rub with your hands.

Han Cheng can bear these things, and what he can't bear the most is that he washes his hair directly with water.

After washing my hair with clean water, I always feel that the hair and the scalp are still greasy. This feeling is enough to make people want to be crazy.

Han Cheng didn’t expect to have shampoo and soap. Even if there was a bag of washing powder in front of him at this time, he would rub it on his head with tears in his eyes. Even if his hair was dry, he could hardly comb it. It's the same as sweet and sweet.

However, even if it is washing powder, it is also an extravagant hope and can only use plant ash.

After washing his body almost, Han Cheng grabbed a handful of plant ash from the jar beside him and rubbed it on his hair.

Washing your hair with plant ash, although some are not easy to clean, can reduce the greasy feeling to a certain extent.

Saponin!

This is a long time, every time Han Cheng takes a shower and washes his hair, he will recite things from the Tao several times.

The most important thing for a long journey after the beginning of spring is to verify the thoughts in the heart. Another is to find as much as possible some useful things that the Qingque tribe did not have, and the saponaria is one of them.

After the twenty-fourth, the entire Qingque tribe became completely new.

The Qingque tribe did not grow soybeans, so Twenty-Five could not grind tofu.

Han Cheng regretted that this precious food that was eaten as meat in the poor years could not appear.

Needless to say, Mapo tofu, just stinky tofu and shredded dried tofu, which is delicious for soup or stir-frying, are enough to make Han Cheng remember.

There is no tofu mill, and the people of the Qingque tribe are also not idle. Those women are hurrying to make new clothes, and they must strive to have one before the new year.

The men prepare firewood and drums to drive away the beasts.

The atmosphere is as strong as a day, time is running slowly and stubbornly, and the time has reached twenty-eight.

After a few days of clear weather, it became gloomy again.

Han Cheng exhaled white air, and found a limping man who had been working with Mumu to make a double drum and was free, and asked him to cut a few pieces of wood that were 1.2 meters long and about 56 centimeters in diameter.

Then use a stone knife and a wooden stick to split the wood in two from the middle.

After doing it lamely, he stood aside and refused to leave, wanting to see what the son of God was going to do.

Han Cheng took a tile, counted the number of words, and drew an inconspicuous space on the yellow-brown wooden board.

Then I got a charcoal pencil and wrote stroke by stroke above this distance.

He looked at him limp, not knowing what the son of God meant.

The stone that came up with his head was stretched out. After reading it for a while, as Han Cheng wrote, he slowly read: "The days increase, the life increases, the spring is full of prosperity."

After reading, he tilted his head and scratched his head, very confused.

There are three points to his confusion. In the Qingque tribe, besides the **** son, he is the best in theology of the word, but at this time he can't understand the words written by the **** son.

He knew all these words, but what was distressing was that after they were put together, he didn't know what was said in it.

The second point is the writing rules, which are completely different from the horizontal writing that the **** son usually teaches and he is already completely familiar with.

Shouldn't the wooden sign be placed sideways and then write from left to right? How did the son of God comb and write from top to bottom this time?

The third is that he didn't know the use of the **** son to get this thing.

"New Year's celebration, Changchun."

"Farewell to the old in the sound of the skin drum, always exchange the new peach for the old symbol"

With doubts in his heart, the stone slowly and quietly read out what Han Cheng had written again.

Han Cheng recalled the few Spring Festival couplets in his memory, writing stroke by stroke.

Legend has it that the earliest Spring Festival couplet is the phrase ‘New Year’s Day for Yuqing, Jiajie Number Changchun’.

It is said to be the handwriting of Meng Chang, the lord of Hou Shu in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period after the end of Tang Dynasty.

For Meng Chang, not many people know about it, but one of his concubines is more famous, that is, Mrs. Huarui, who made all the Cheng Mu Fu Rong for her.

After breaking the country, in Bianliang, when confronted with the question of Mr. Zhao about the disaster, she wrote a poem at that time, "

The flag was lowered on the King's City, where did the concubine find out in the deep palace. 140,000 people were all unarmed, and none of them were men. "

There are many similarities between Meng Chang and Li Yu, the post-lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty who wrote "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?"

However, his poems are not as good as Li Yu's, and it is this pair of spring couplets that has been most widely circulating.

It is said that when he was writing this couplets, Boss Zhao had already divided into two groups to let Wang Quanan and Cao Bin lead the attack on Hou Shu.

That is, in the year he wrote this pair of spring couplets, Hou Shu was shattered, and both he and Mrs. Huarui became prisoners.

This is not the most dramatic. The most intriguing thing is that in that year, the highest official sent by the Song Dynasty to handle Hou Shu affairs was named Lu Yuqing. Not long ago, Song Taizu Zhao Boss set his birthday as the Spring Festival... …

"You'll know later."

Han Cheng smiled and said to the stone who couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart.

Then let the lame find the rope and the stone knife, and carve some grooves in the wooden couplet near the two ends, which can be used to tie the rope.

After doing this, let the stone, the lame, the black baby and the iron head who came together, take the wooden couplet and follow him out, and instruct everyone to be careful not to rub the words on it.

After all, it's only written in charcoal, not ink, and it's easy to scratch if you don't pay attention.

A few small wooden prongs smashed into the pillars on both sides of the gate, and the couplet, which was much larger than the other three, was hung on both sides of the gate by Han Cheng in turn.

It was the pair whose firecrackers were changed to skin drums by him.

This unexpected move of the Son of God soon attracted a lot of people from the Qingque tribe to watch it.

Everyone pointed to the couplet and said a few words from time to time, speculating about the intention of the son of God.

Some say it is used to scare the Nian beast, some say it is a talisman, some say it communicates like a god...

Han Cheng listened to the discussion and didn't say anything. He just stepped back four or five meters, and carefully looked at this unique and simple pair with a smile, and thought it was pretty good.

What is regrettable is that the characters are a bit uglier and the wood board is not dyed red.

It is also regrettable that there is no way to get out of the house.

Otherwise, whether it is Guan Yu with a red face, Zhang Fei with a black face, or Qin Shubao with a golden mace, or Yu Chigong with a king whip, drawn and pasted on the door, they can add to the first New Year of the Qingque tribe. Less brilliance.

Han Cheng wanted to paint a few pictures by himself, but after thinking about his unflattering abstract painting skills, he gave up this idea.

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The other three doors are also hung with couplets in turn.

Looking at it is not enough, Han Cheng wrote two more pictures which were hung at the entrance of the cave and on the Luquan Gate.

He also made a short wooden sign with the words "caotou thriving" and hung it on the long deer trough where the uncle deer often grazes.

Looking at the many little deer cubs that Uncle Deer and his harem have tossed out in this year, Han Cheng thinks that this wooden sign is the most suitable for hanging here.

The rabbit ring, the chicken ring, the place where the Qingque tribe often cooks, and the kang where the witch sleeps are not let go by the **** son Han who can’t stop the car who does the spring festival couplets. Brand.

Even the new canoes made by the Qingque tribe that have not yet tried sailing have been put on the brand of'Traveling thousands of miles in the day and traveling 800 at night' by the **** son Han Da, which can be said to be very crazy.

Even though this canoe is impossible to travel hundreds of miles a day...