I am a Primitive Man

"Bang, bang..."

The faint mist in the morning hadn't completely dissipated, and there were several loud noises from the Qingque tribe.

This is the unwilling wailing of the completely dry bamboo in the burning flame.

"start!"

Han Cheng held a bone shovel, dug out the first piece of soil, and shouted at the crowd.

In the sound of firecrackers that sounded from time to time, his voice seemed a little mysterious or solemn.

Following his order, the people who were ready immediately moved their hands to the quiet land.

The stone head and bone shovel danced one after another, and on the ground that had been planned by the rope in advance, they soon became unrecognizable.

Han Cheng, who dug the first bone shovel, after working for a while, quit the labor ranks with the bone shovel, and changed from a worker to a person who watches the work of others.

Compared with Han Chengchu's arrival here, the Qingque tribe now has a lot more rules.

Most of this was guided by him on his own initiative, not too deliberate, everything seemed natural.

In this gradual progress, the people of the Qingque tribe didn't feel anything wrong, but felt that it should be so.

For example, it just happened, when the house was built by the **** son Han Cheng to break the ground. This is also a kind of ritual-like thing that Han Cheng extended.

In many cases, things like this seem very common, but in fact, after a long period of time, their effect is huge.

To put it bluntly, this is a way he uses to strengthen and maintain his position.

The witch who hugged the rabbit around, as long as Han Cheng and the big brother are there, he is mostly happy.

Smile, ten years less, although this sentence is not particularly accurate, but Wu looks younger than before, and the whole person is in good spirits.

Of course he was happy, because after the son of God came, everything in the tribe was changing at a speed he couldn't even imagine before, and he went further and further on the road to prosperity.

Facing better and better tribes, his mood is naturally very good.

As for some of the methods adopted by the Son of God, he saw some in his eyes, but he never felt anything wrong.

This old primitive man who was devoted to the tribe had no intention of fighting for power. In his opinion, the son of God should be treated like this.

When Witch hugged the rabbit and smiled and looked at the blue brick wall that had been laid and some distance above the ground, the leader of the Green Tribe looked frowning.

He squatted on the rock, looking at the empty salt jar, his whole body was weak.

The salt jar is cleaner than his face.

This is nonsense, it has been washed three times by the water, and it is a strange thing if it is not clean.

But even so, after a while, the leader of the green tribe poured some water into it for a fourth rinse.

He held the salt jar and shook it seriously. After a while, he carefully cherished the little water in it and poured it into the bowl. After stirring, he couldn't wait to take a sip.

However, the soup is the same as before, and there is no salty taste.

The leader of the Green Tribe sighed in sorrow, and barely finished the food in his hand.

He raised his head and looked at the other people in the tribe. They were all like him, and they didn't seem to have much appetite.

After eating salt unscrupulously for more than two years, it is really tormenting to let them go back to the days without salt.

Not only the intestines and stomach, but also their bodies are the victims. Many people feel that they are not as strong as before, and their energy is not strong.

They are not fools either. They think that they have become stronger after eating salt for a period of time. Thinking about the current state, they can naturally understand that this is because they did not eat salt.

As Han Cheng had expected before, it is unbearable for many people who are accustomed to eating salt and letting them return to the state of being hollowed out.

"￥!!!"

Finally, some of the people in the tribe couldn't bear it, and they began to speak, wanting their leader to go to the rich tribe in exchange for some salt to eat.

"￥34!"

Someone followed suit.

Although the others did not speak, they all looked at the leader expectantly.

The leader of the green tribe himself wanted to exchange, but he thought of the not too many animal skins and other food in the tribe, and it was still difficult to make up his mind.

"￥3……"

He swallowed a few saliva to appease everyone...

The leader of the green tribe walked out of the cave and slowly walked around the tribe, looking through the bushes, falling on the weeds that could produce many grass spikes.

This was not the first time he had seen this kind of weeds. After learning that this kind of weeds could be exchanged for something in that tribe, he paid attention to these humble weeds.

Especially after the wealthy tribe announced that salt was no longer provided for free, his behavior of visiting this weed became more frequent.

In the past, there were a lot of this weeds around the tribe, but in the past two years, the number has begun to decline sharply.

This year, it is even less pitiful, not even half of last year.

The leader of the Green Tribe felt very uncomfortable looking at the number of weeds that were getting smaller, and how they didn't produce weed spikes.

My own tribe has been cutting off salt for several days. Why don’t these weeds still produce ears?

Not only does it not produce ears, but it also does not grow long. It looks like this today, and it will still be like this tomorrow.

This is really irritating enough.

Thinking like this in his heart, the green tribe leader's hand fell on a weed involuntarily.

Why doesn't it grow taller?

Anxious in his heart, he couldn't help but lift the weeds.

It has just rained in the past two days~www.wuxiahere.com~ The soil is relatively moist, so it didn't take much effort that the weeds let him pull loose.

The leader of the Green Tribe felt the sensation from his hand, and when he looked down, he was suddenly surprised to find that the weeds that didn't grow tall anyway, after this time, they suddenly rose up a lot.

Trapped by the salt, the leader of the green tribe, eager to exchange wild grass spikes for salt, stared at this tree at a speed visible to the naked eye, and suddenly raised so many wild grass spikes, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but laugh. .

He came to another weed, bent down, and raised it up in the same way, and this wild vegetable was immediately raised a lot...

The sun was gradually slanting west, and the tired leader of the Green Tribe, with a backache, looked at the weeds swaying in the evening breeze, and could not help smiling, and praised him for his wit.

Such a good method can make you think that you are too smart!

"￥32!"

When he returned to the cave, he beat his chest like everyone announced that it would not be long before they could exchange wild grass spikes for salt...