I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng took the piece of his ID card in his hand, then began to pick up the remaining ones, read them out loud, and sent them to everyone.

There are those children too, but basically they are over three years old.

Children under the age of three do not have ID cards because their loss rate is relatively high.

The person who received the Tao ID card held the ID card in his hand and watched it carefully and novelly. Sometimes several people would come together to make a comparison and discussion.

I was amazed by the unexpected beauty of the ID card.

I don't know who brought the head, and carefully drilled a small hole in the exquisite pottery identity, and then passed it through with a thin leather rope and strapped it around his neck.

Within two days, with the exception of Han Cheng, all members of the Qingque tribe with ID cards did the same.

A good ID card has become something like jewelry.

Looking at the tribesmen with uniformly woven ID cards hanging on their necks, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing.

Fortunately, this is not a later life. If you dare to drill a hole in your ID card, it will be a little troublesome.

But this is okay, they are all worn around their necks, and they can be identified with each other at a glance.

And it's not easy to lose.

To a certain extent, the ID card of the Qingque tribe combines the functions of the household registration book and the ID card of later generations into one.

The ceramic ID card also has the meaning attached to the wooden ID card, similar to the different household registrations of later generations.

As time goes by, after the sun goes down, the temperature is not as hot as before.

In such days, the hundreds of acres of millet around the Qingque tribe also became full day by day.

Sometimes, it only takes a gust of wind to blow, and there will be a moment of fragrance of millet that is about to mature, covering the entire tribe.

This kind of fragrance made everyone in the Qingque tribe look radiant.

The sky turned bright, the squeak of the wooden door, the witch who didn't seem to be dozing much, walked out of the room, as before. After washing, he fed the rabbit with grass.

After taking out the rabbit and putting it in his hand for a while, accompanied by Junior Brother Sha and another person, he walked out of the gate of the tribe, and walked towards the slightly yellowed valley to the east.

Circling around this large piece of millet belonging to the tribe has become another major hobby of witches.

Looking at these wonderfully growing grains, sometimes bending over to pull out some grass in the ground, he couldn't do enough of these things.

At the beginning, Han Cheng was a little worried about his safety and feared that he would be tired, but after a period of time, after seeing Wu’s mental head getting better and better, he stopped saying anything. .

However, when the witch went out and turned around, at least two people would be accompanied by weapons.

After all, this is the primitive age, not that all wild beasts have to be deliberately protected by human beings to survive the afterlife and barely save their lives.

"boom!"

Junior Sha, who was walking with the witch on the edge of Guzidi, suddenly stood still, opened his bow and set an arrow, a feather arrow suddenly flew out like a meteor.

"boom!"

Where the feather arrows fell, a group of black and crushed birds, like a black cloud, suddenly rose from the valley.

He whispered and landed on a tree not far away, waiting for these nasty two-legged beasts to leave, and continue to come back to eat these rare rich delicacies.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot them!"

When they fell on the tree and cursed the monkeys that didn't let them eat good food and didn't grow much hair, the monkeys who didn't grow hair were also cursing them.

After discovering that the food that his tribe had worked so hard to grow was stolen, the witch was no more old-fashioned. Pointing at the birds that had brought trouble to the crops, leaping and cursing, he was more energetic than he was when he was jumping into a god.

"stretch!"

Junior Brother Sha complied with kindness, once again opened his bow and set an arrow, and one arrow flew out. A bird standing on the tree screamed. After being taken by the feather arrow for a certain distance, he plunged one head on the ground.

This group of monkeys, who have seen shabby hair, are powerful birds, crying in panic, flapping their wings and rushing away.

Wu, an elder who was still irritated, was still cursing in the direction where the birds were leaving. His emotions were so agitated that even the native dialects of the tribe rushed out.

The wages of avarice is death. This sentence is true.

The large tracts of millet that is about to mature around the Qingque tribe have an irresistible temptation for these birds.

Before the witch's curses had disappeared, the birds that had circled halfway in the air landed about a mile away from him, and continued to chirp and call friends to eat.

From time to time, some scattered birds spread their wings to join the feast.

"Shoot! Shoot them!"

The witch's eyes were red, and he said to Junior Brother Sha that he had already bent down and found a trash, and threw it towards the **** birds with all his strength.

Of course he couldn't pass such a long distance.

Junior Sha, who was also a little annoyed, approached and opened his bow again...

"Shoot..."

In the field in the early morning, the witch's angry howls were constantly resounding, which was much more confident than when offering sacrifices to the gods.

"Why isn't Wu coming back?"

Han Cheng murmured. In the past, even if he went out for a walk, he shouldn't be back for so long...

Seeing the witch panting, with bird feathers on his head holding a bunch of dead birds in his hands, and cursing in his mouth from time to time, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing.

Old children, old children, sometimes when people are old, they do become a little childish in addition to certain behaviors.

In order to vent his anger to Wu, Han Cheng specially added another meal to the people of the tribe and roasted all these birds.

"God, these birds..."

While Wu was chewing the bird meat fiercely, he looked a little worried and said.

The tossing this morning made him almost helpless to these flies-like annoying birds.

After hearing what Wu said about driving these birds away~www.wuxiahere.com~ Han Cheng also nodded. What Wu said was indeed a very necessary thing.

The ecology at this time is really good, and there are many kinds of birds. After the news of a large piece of delicious food in the Qingque tribe spread in the bird world, there are no shortage of flat-haired beasts here to beat the autumn wind.

If there is no control, let them go on like this, and after the millet is completely mature and ready for harvest, the fruit on it will almost shrink by 10% or more.

"It's okay, I have a way."

Han Cheng said to Wu confidently.

Hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu immediately felt relieved. He ate the meal quickly, and then pulled Han Cheng to use his methods quickly to stop the annoying birds.

For these birds, he could not bear it anymore.

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