I am a Primitive Man

The snow on the ground is melting bit by bit, and the thick ice on the river surface is slowly melting. I don’t know when, along the rising river, it flows down slowly, and I can hear it from time to time. To the sound of some ice collisions.

The grass roots have turned green, and some impatient grasses can't wait to drill their bright yellow heads out of the ground, trembling in the still precipitous spring breeze.

Standing on the wall of the Qingque tribe, looking around, on the surrounding area of ​​withered yellow, there is another layer of faint green, which is the time when the green willows contain smoke and the grass is close but not close.

In this seemingly precipitous wind, the four-year spring of Qingque officially announced the arrival.

Han Cheng looked forward to the operation for half a winter and made a lot of preparations for it, but did not start immediately.

Now that spring has just arrived, the river has risen a lot because of the melting of ice and snow, and it is not safe to sail at this time.

The second is that the temperature has not yet risen, whether it is air or river water.

In this season, if you fall into the water, you can really kill someone half their lives.

In other words, now is not a suitable time to travel along the river.

Third, and most importantly, Han Cheng became a little hesitant.

With the arrival of winter and spring, after Xiaohe Kaifeng, his original desire to go out and have a look suddenly became a little nervous.

He didn't know what was waiting for him further away.

On the one hand, he both longed for a civilized world outside, but on the other hand he was worried about it.

He didn't know where to go after discovering that the outside world was a civilized world, and how to deal with the relationship with the people of the Qingque tribe.

Should I abandon this tribe and return to civilization alone, or return to the embrace of the tribe? Or is it going out with people from the tribe?

These things that I thought about before, but haven't thought about it deeply, as the weather gets warmer, they are getting heavier and heavier every day.

Oh, humans.

Oh, Han Cheng.

It's really a complicated thing.

Because he was thinking about these things in his mind, it was difficult to make up his mind, and there were such external conditions that were not conducive to the long journey, so Han Cheng half-pushed the matter of traveling by boat and dragged it on.

Wait a moment, wait until the weather gets warmer, get the silkworms out and plant the millet before setting off.

At that time, the water will become much warmer. Even if the canoe rolls over and falls into the water, it can earn a life. It won't be like this, the body will be frozen if it falls in, and 80% of it will be lost.

After making this decision in his heart, Han Cheng felt that he was relieved a lot.

Thinking like this, I suddenly heard a crying faintly from behind.

And listening to the sound is not just for one person.

Han Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and then doubts arose. It has been three years since he came here. He hasn't seen people in the tribe crying. What happened today? Why did you cry all of a sudden?

And it's not alone. Could it be...?

Thinking of this, Han Cheng had become nervous, with faint bad thoughts lingering in his mind.

He suppressed his cranky thoughts and turned to look towards the courtyard. He didn't see the crying person, but he could tell the direction of the crying, which came from that row of houses!

He followed the ladder that had been inspected and rested once, quickly got off the wall, and moved quickly toward the house.

Going around the house far away, the scene appeared in front of you. Several older minors from the Qingque tribe, such as Xing, Chen, Xiaomei, Xiaoli, gathered under the eaves, and the crying came from their mouths.

Seeing that they were alone, and where they were not at the door or inside the house, Han Cheng's heart was relieved.

"What happened?"

Han Cheng asked out loud.

"The Son of God..."

They heard that after seeing Han Cheng, Xing cried out with tears in his eyes.

Han Cheng shuddered slightly. He always annoyed women with tears. When he cried, he stopped playing. It made people want to be irritable.

At this moment, seeing the stars and the others looking at them with tears in their eyes, they felt a little big head.

The key point is that these girls are crying, so what's the matter with the tears of Chen these boys?

Han came to ask the situation, and after a while, he understood the whole story.

The root of the matter was on the empty wooden shelf he was holding.

This wooden shelf was originally used to hang wind chimes, but as the weather got warmer, the wind chimes made by Bing Ling finally couldn't bear it.

The stars especially like wind chimes that are crystal clear and can make a pleasant sound. At this time, seeing the wind chimes melted and damaged, they couldn't help their sadness and burst into tears.

The boys like Chen also liked these wind chimes very much. They didn't cry at the beginning, but later they were infected by the cry of Xing and the others, and then they shed tears.

"I...I put it...in the water, it...it still melts..."

Xiao Mei choked and said, she couldn't help but cry again.

Han Cheng has a big head. This is really a problem. At this time, there is no refrigerator, and there is no saltpeter in the tribe. How can he make ice out of thin air?

Looking at these tearful people looking at him expectantly, Han Cheng felt that he shouldn't have gotten out the wind chimes in the first place.

When Xing, Chen and others saw the son of God groaning silently, they knew that the wind chime was hopeless.

When the weather gets warmer, the ice and snow will melt. They also know that, but they just can't bear such a beautiful wind chime disappearing.

"The Son of God..."

Xing opened his mouth, saying that he didn't want the wind chime, but the thoughtful **** son suddenly smiled and said that he could make the wind chime well.

This surprised and delighted them, and at the same time they were very curious about how the **** son would fix the wind chimes, after all, the ice had melted.

Han Cheng naturally had a way. He asked these children to find some broken pottery pieces.

There is no shortage of this thing, Qingque tribe, especially near the earthen kiln not far from the river.

These children picked up a small pile of pottery pieces after a while ~www.wuxiahere.com~.

Han Cheng mobilized them to drill the pottery.

The children who understood what the Son of God was going to have their eyes brightened immediately.

Yes, they just wanted to use ice to make wind chimes, but they forgot about other things, which can also be used to make wind chimes!

Inspired by Han Cheng, Heiwa has mastered a simple way to glaze pottery, which is to simply apply a layer of grass, wood, gray and water to the mud embryo, and burn the pottery, the surface will become very smooth.

These children also found this kind of shiny and glazed pottery.

The empty rope on the wooden shelf fell on large and small pottery pieces, and when they collided with each other, the sound was more pleasing.

Looking at the wind chimes swaying slightly in the breeze, these children smiled and cheered around the son of God.

Han Cheng also smiled.