I am a Primitive Man

The north wind screamed from a distant place, with a lingering chill.

Everything was trembling, and the bare branches whimpered helplessly, but still escaped the claws of the tribe's cold wind.

The weather was suddenly cold, but the houses were not completely built. Long legs and others could only brave the cold and endure the pain of knife cutting, continue to fight, and strive to build the house as soon as possible.

In this way, all of them will be free from freezing.

The cold wind blows on the face and hands, and the skin of the frozen person is sore. Following this trend, it will not take long before the exposed skin will be cut by the cold wind.

That is to say, under such circumstances, the long-legged group of people who had forgotten the Teng Snake Tribe once again remembered that tribe.

I remembered the witch who had already turned into ashes and was retorted in the dung pit for a month or two before being taken to the ground.

At this time in previous years, the witch had almost begun to pray to the gods for that kind of white thing.

Now that the witch is dead, and that magical white thing is gone, I'm afraid this winter will be a bit difficult.

They have long legs thinking like this, but there is nothing they can do. What they can do is to speed up their work as soon as possible. After finishing the house earlier, they will be less frosty, and their hands and faces will be less cold. Some holes were cut by the wind.

"come!"

Just when they bowed their heads like reality and prepared to resist the cold wind with patience, a few people walked out of the courtyard.

The person in the lead, holding a clay pot in his hand, walked over and greeted them with long legs.

After a month or two, after being instilled by Qingque tribe's duck-filling professors, these slaves can already understand some simple Mandarin and can speak some.

Long legs touched his head curiously, not knowing what this was going to do.

It seemed that it was not time to eat, and I mentioned a clay pot, which was not enough for people to eat.

With curiosity and incomprehension in his heart, Long Legs and the rest of the people stopped their work and surrounded Yiyan.

"Hiss~!"

After seeing the contents of the jar clearly, everyone including the long legs couldn't help taking a breath, and the whole person became extremely shocked.

Such tribes actually have such white things?

And also raised so many at once?

This kind of shock, to Long-legged them, was even as good as when they learned the news of Wu's death.

In their consciousness, this kind of thing is extremely precious and mysterious, because it is a gift from the gods!

After the Wu prayed to the gods every year, he would become extremely exhausted, and he would only recover in one or two days.

This kind of thing is extremely precious in their tribe. When going out, only the leader can carry it for safekeeping. It is the kind of rare and extremely precious kind.

And now, this kind of thing that they thought was unique to the Teng Snake tribe, and never seen again, actually appeared in front of them.

And there are so many at once!

And the person carrying is not the leader of the tribe, but a very ordinary person.

Such a precious thing, the gods don't need to give too much, right?

Shouldn't such precious things be treated with care and cherishment?

How……?

Seeing that the jar was put down, people who casually reached out to dig out a ball of precious things, rubbed them with their hands and smeared them on their faces to show them, the long legs and others were all dumbfounded.

Too extravagant, too wasteful!

Such a precious thing, even the leader of the original tribe, can't bear to dig so much at once.

And this ordinary person in the tribe in front of him dug out so many at once without blinking his eyes.

After the bottle was demonstrated, they were all dumbfounded to see these people looking at him, thinking they didn't understand, after thinking about it, he reached out and dug out some more, and continued to repeat the previous actions to demonstrate to them.

The eyes of those with long legs and others stare wider, it's too extravagant!

"Come here, wipe it."

After the bottle demonstration, seeing these people became even more stunned. After thinking about it, after all, he did not continue to demonstrate.

Instead, he stretched his hand over a person on the side, used his greasy hands to make some big oil, and put it on the back of this person's hand, beckoning him to apply it like his own.

Long Legs suddenly reacted at this time, his original tribe had witches, and he could pray to the gods, but now this tribe also has witches.

Not only that, there are also **** sons of a higher level than witches.

In this case, it is not enough that this tribe has so many precious white things now that it is too surprising.

However, from the attitude towards these precious things, Long Legs can perceive the huge gap between the witch of his original tribe and the **** son of this tribe.

"Wipe it well, and go to work after finishing. This thing is refined from meat and used to make soup. It is the most delicious..."

The bottle watched these slaves come forward and wiped their hands with big oil, and talked aloud, no matter if they could understand it or not, he said it very freely anyway.

After letting these people apply a lot of oil, they left the bottle, leaving behind shocked people. Among them, the roots of the crooked nose were the most shocking.

In terms of language, the grassroots seems very talented, similar to his rapid mastery of the Tengshe tribe language at the beginning. During the period when he came to the Qingque tribe, the grassroots Mandarin level was also much higher than the other slaves. Come.

The other people did not understand what the bottle said to himself, but the grass roots did.

This kind of precious thing is not obtained by praying to the gods, but obtained from the flesh?

He remembered some of the discoveries he had originally obtained from the clay pot, and combined with what the bottle said just now, he only felt that the whole person was in a daze.

What happened to the original witch praying to the gods?

Could it be that the original witch has been deceiving people?

"￥% faster..."

Someone saw the grassroots standing there in a daze, quitting work, and yelled with some dissatisfaction, urging him to work faster.

The dizzy Grassroots told everyone what he had just heard from the bottle.

As soon as I said this ~www.wuxiahere.com~, the surrounding area was suddenly quiet.

This... how is this possible!

How did the things given by the gods come out of the flesh?

But remembering that before every time the witch prayed to the gods, he would prepare a lot of meat to offer to the gods. After the sacrifice, there would always be a smell of burnt meat in the cave. They had to believe this...

The people of the original Teng Snake tribe suddenly felt as if something had broken, and the witch of the original tribe, the tall and mysterious image, instantly collapsed.

It turns out that he is such a witch!

This is the voice of all Tengshe tribesmen after being shocked.

In the white ground where the dung was in the distance, a small whirlwind suddenly rose, and then it dissipated feebly.

I don’t know if it was the witch of the Teng Snake Tribe who had turned into ashes. After realizing that he had been uncovered, he was furious and frustrated.