I am a Primitive Man

The chirping of birds cut through the tranquility of the morning, and in the unique tranquility of the morning dawn, the blue bird tribe who slept all night opened its sleepy eyes and started a new day of life.

In such an atmosphere, Han Cheng opened the door and stretched out a beautiful lazy waist.

After washing, start walking to the chicken coop.

On the side of the expanded rabbit circle next to the chicken coop, Wu, who got up earlier than him, was already lying there.

Seeing him coming, he just raised his head and smiled, as if he had said hello, and didn't say much.

Han Cheng didn't have the interest to speak either, he smiled, and then he picked up some dewy grass and came to the side of the chicken coop.

These grasses were just cut back by the early risers.

Han Cheng did not throw it directly into the chicken pen, but placed it not far from the chicken pen. With his left hand, he grabbed a handful of grass and placed it on a wooden board. With his right hand, he picked up the one on the side that was soaked in grass juice for a long time. Set the black stone knife and start to chop.

After doing this for a while, remove a movable wooden fence on the chicken coop and take out the empty pottery pot from the inside.

After such a long period of time, the chickens in the chicken coop were no longer afraid of people. Seeing Han Cheng come over to open the fence, they all consciously surrounded the neighborhood, looking forward to it.

A few roosters were still singing in a small tune indiscriminately in their mouths, and they looked at ease.

The chopped grass was put into a pottery pot, and Han Cheng grabbed two handfuls of rapeseeds that were not good in color from a pottery pot not far away, and put them in the pottery pot together with these chopped Stir the grass together with a stick.

These are the breakfasts for these chickens.

When this was done, the Qingque tribe’s compound began to become lively. People got up one after another, and after washing, they began to do what they needed to do according to their past habits.

After watching the chicken eating, Han Cheng walked aside and removed the other fence.

The exposed vacancies were a series of three chicken coops filled with hay and broken clay pots.

In the golden grass nest, there are some eggs whose skin is not white.

There are actually as many as seven!

Han Cheng's expression of joy was overwhelming. Be some guys. He laid eggs yesterday!

He leaned over to collect the eggs from the nest and put them in a pottery bowl for eggs.

To this robber-like egg thief, the chickens in the chicken pen didn't react too much. After such a long time, they had already gotten used to it.

There are even many chickens. From the moment they are born, they have seen this look, so naturally there is no such thing as resistance.

Han Cheng carrying the egg bowl all the way back to the cave, the industrious Huo Er just burned a large tank of hot water.

Han Cheng took out a fresh egg, beat it in a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, scooped out hot water in another bowl, and made a bowl of frangipani.

The yellow egg flower lying in the middle of the water is really beautiful. The only regret is that it lacks some small grinding oil.

Nowadays, drinking a bowl of frangipani or a bowl of deer milk in the morning has become an essential thing for Han Cheng.

It's not that he likes to drink these things very much, but he has no alternative.

Since going down the river to close the hemp last fall, after the fire tribe Bai Xuemei unlocked new skills, he often felt that his nutrition could not keep up...

The six eggs left in the bowl were not eaten, but he put them in a clay pot. There were half of the eggs in the pot, almost forty or fifty eggs, all accumulated during this time.

When he saves some more, he prepares to make some plant ashes, sprinkle with salt and water, and mix them, wrap them around the eggs, and marinate a batch of salted eggs.

The pickled golden egg yolks with oil coming out are his favorite, especially when they are eaten in buns. Thinking about it makes people drool...

When breakfast is ready, people who wake up early have already done a lot of things while they are cool.

Bai Xuemei was not too interested in eating. Han Cheng thought about the salted eggs and the stone roller that was finally cut out according to his request when he went out to see the wood.

After eating and resting for a short time, the people who have replenished their energy get busy again, doing what they need to do.

Bai Xuemei, who was not very interested, also came to the silkworm rearing place to feed the mulberry leaves to those silkworms who seemed to be a little larger compared to the beginning.

While feeding, the other hand was placed on the lower abdomen unconsciously.

Except for peeling and spinning, silkworms always have a good appetite. They keep gnawing on the tender mulberry leaves, and they make a fine biting sound.

After watching for a while, Bai Xuemei, who was in a much better mood, suddenly changed her complexion and pressed her hand on her lower abdomen harder.

After a while, with her brows frowned and an expression of pain, she ran all the way to the toilet...

Outside the gate of the tribe, on the open space that was opened up last year for people to observe and decapitate, at this time some more idle people came out.

These more leisurely people include Han Cheng, the number one magic stick, the second biggest magic stick, Wu, and the stone that is on the way to the magic stick.

At the edge of the open space, there was a stone column with a diameter of thirty-five centimeters and a length of about eighty centimeters, lying quietly there.

The surface of the stone pillars is not too smooth, but looks a bit small and bumpy.

Compared with the stone roller that Han Cheng came into contact with later generations and did not know how many years of vicissitudes, the surface became extremely smooth, the newly born stone roller of the Qingque tribe was much rougher.

But this is indeed a stone roller.

Lame carrying a rectangular wooden frame made of hard wood, the two vertical sides of this wooden frame each have a hole in the middle.

At Han Cheng's gesture, Lim put down the wooden frame he was carrying on his shoulders and put it on the stone roller lying flat there.

The two holes left on the wooden frame corresponded to the pits cut out at the center of the two ends of the stone roller with a depth of about five centimeters.

Of course, this is the result of holding hands. As soon as you let go of ~www.wuxiahere.com~, the frame which is much larger than the stone roller will immediately fall down.

Limp took out the inserted axe from his waist, and took out two wooden prongs that corresponded to the holes in the wooden frame and stuffed them into the holes.

After the ‘Dangdang’ axe went down cleanly, the wooden prong was firmly embedded in the wooden frame.

And the thinner, scraped and round end of the wooden prong came to the inside of the wooden frame and entered the stone pit at the top of the stone roller.

After doing the same on the other end, the frame was firmly attached to the stone.

After taking the uncle deer who has not been released until now and is preparing to feed, he put a simple ‘deer cover’ made of rope on his body, and hooked it on the frame with a wooden hook.

Han Cheng took Uncle Deer forward, and the heavy Shi Hao rolled along...

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