I am a Primitive Man

Huang Guo, who entered the toilet, came out for a while, walking in a awkward posture. She looked down at herself as she walked. He felt that this kind of thing that had never been used was quite novel and comfortable.

In the past, when the blood bleeds, I just wiped it with dry grass leaves. What is annoying is that I can't wipe it clean.

Now it’s different. With this kind of thing made of burlap and plant ash, I don’t have this trouble anymore, and it’s still so comfortable.

Looking at Huang Guo, whose walking posture was a little unnatural, most of these people and women in the Qingque tribe showed a kind smile at this time.

They like to stand in the position of people who come by, and they are surprised to see what these newcomers feel about them.

This feeling is very beautiful. Sometimes, it seems to be more comfortable than drinking honey.

Huang Guo returned to the crowd and asked them the origin of this wonderful thing in scarce Mandarin.

Unsurprisingly, these people and women all smiled and cast their gazes not too far away, sitting there, putting Little Pea on the ground and letting Little Pea try to walk on Han Cheng.

The look of admiration and respect in Huang Guo's eyes became more intense.

The son of God is really too powerful and caring. Not only has he produced so many useful large objects, but even such small objects can be considered, which is really admirable.

Han Cheng, who was coaxing the unsteady little pea to want him to walk, felt the scorching eyes at this time, and his old face turned red.

He is not far away from these women, and primitive people rarely have a low voice in general.

Under such circumstances, even if he did not deliberately pay attention to the situation there, he would still know what happened over there just now.

Ordinarily, Han Cheng, who has experienced so many battles and has seen more of the sturdy and wildness of primitive people, should not be blushing for such trivial matters.

At this time, this abnormal situation occurred, of course, there was a reason.

It is said that the person who invented and improved things like the aunt's towel should be a woman.

Because of his appearance, coupled with the reason for finding a wife like Bai Xuemei, this great object appeared in his hands.

Originally, this matter didn't matter, but at this time Han Cheng suddenly remembered something not so wonderful.

Guan Zhong developed the system of camping prostitutes, and later he was revered as the ancestor by the fireworks venues of later generations.

With such an association, the fun will be great. From now on, will his name be tied to the object of Guan Zhong, like the famous Guan Zhong in Guan Bao's acquaintance? Being regarded as the ancestor?

Even thousands of years later, as the creator, will his head appear on this great object...

Thinking of this, Han Chengcheng couldn't help but shudder, as if an electric current passed through his body.

Looking up at the group of women who were smiling and looking at him for a hundred years, Han Chengchi was filled with despair.

Judging from the reactions of these guys at this time, I don't want to get rid of this object.

Miscalculation!

Miscalculation!

Han Cheng was full of love at this moment.

God knows that there will be today, if I could think of this earlier, he would not let Xuemei and the women in the tribe say that this thing was made by him when he was killed, but he would firmly press it. In Bai Xuemei, who is a woman.

But now, this matter is already known to everyone in the tribe, and there is nowhere to shake it even if you want to shake the pot.

You can't think deeply about this matter. Thinking about it a little bit, Han Chengcheng felt like crying without tears.

Sniffing his nose, a handful of bitterly tearful Han Dashen picked up Han Wandou and walked away, deciding to stay away from these women, so as not to make other confusing things.

The things in the world are so wonderful, the more you don't want to make trouble, the trouble will happen to you.

The so-called Fu Wushuang, misfortune does not come singly, probably means this.

Han Cheng, who had just left the group of women in the tribe with the little peas just now because of his aunt's towel, was found in trouble again within a short time.

The trouble this time was not the women, but the witch of the future of the Qingque tribe, the stone.

To be precise, it is a piece of pottery slabs carried out by the stones.

Rows of irregular circles are depicted on these pottery plates. On the upper part of these circles, some words are also recorded, mostly the weather conditions at that time.

Yes, these things are simple calendars made out of stones.

Compared with the original, the Qingque tribe’s calendar has undergone several years of development, and it has also made a lot of progress, at least in terms of typesetting, accuracy and beauty.

However, Han Cheng's attention at this time was obviously not in these aspects, but through the guidance of the stone, he was carefully counting the number of the moon marked with snowflakes.

"Qingque four years, seventy-four..."

"Qingque five years, eighty-six..."

"Bluebird six years, eighty..."

"Qingque seven years, eighty-eight..."

Han Cheng looked at the marks on the pottery plates and counted them out one by one, then read them out.

After counting, his brows frowned slightly.

Judging from the data in just a few years, the days covered with ice and snow have become longer and longer.

Although there are fluctuations in the middle, it shows an upward trend in general.

The Eight Years of Qingque has just begun. With this strong cold air, the vicinity of Qingque's Eight Years Tribe will probably be covered by ice and snow for longer.

Is it getting colder?

This is not such a good phenomenon!

While Han Cheng thought this way, he was also thankful for his foresight.

Fortunately, I flicked the stone to get the calendar early on. Otherwise, without these records, it would not be easy to clearly detect the cold weather.

The colder climate will seriously affect people's living environment and their lifestyles.

Nature is such a cow~www.wuxiahere.com~ Anyone who does not try to make changes will be ruthlessly obliterated.

Seeing Han Cheng frowned, Shishi's brow frowned.

For people in this era, the least favorite thing is winter.

Even though it is because of Han Cheng's arrival that the people of the Qingque tribe will not suffer the cold and hunger in winter, the people of the Qingque tribe are not very enthusiastic about winter.

Of course, except for those few days of the New Year.

This is also the main reason why Stone came to report to Han Cheng after discovering that the winter was getting longer.

The weather is getting cold, which is not such good news.

This means there will be fewer warm days, longer cold days, and colder than before.

It may also affect the cultivation of crops...

How could you encounter such unlucky weather!