I am a Primitive Man

On the long table inside the large blue brick house, Han Chengduan sat in front of him, holding a charcoal pencil in his hand and a ruler in his other hand, making gestures, drawing very seriously.

This is not the first time Han Cheng has painted, but it is his most serious one.

With the increase in the population of the tribe and the corresponding increase in work, Han Cheng, the leader of the Qingque tribe, appears to be idler than before compared to the increasingly busy members of the Qingque tribe.

Because after a few years, people in the tribe have learned a lot of things, and many people can do it well without him.

For example, the current spring plowing. What Han Cheng does the most is to emphasize the importance of spring plowing to everyone, and then set a goal for everyone, where to cultivate. After these general directions are set, you can safely do it. .

This is also the main reason why he can lock himself in the house and paint at ease at this time.

Inside the room, there was nothing but the sound of the charcoal pen in Han Cheng's hand tracing the paper.

In the courtyard, the witch who leaned in front of the crack of the door and looked into the house, waiting for the mouse to fall into the trap and rushing into it, has always been a little lost these days. After a while, he will turn his head and look at the big blue brick house. eye.

After making some of the stones that Ma Pi was tinkering with, after a while, he would stop and take a look at the big blue brick house.

It's a pity that the distance is a little far away, and the doors and windows of the big blue brick house are closed, so you can't see the scene at all.

Moreover, this time was different from before. After the son of God took the paper, ink, and paint in, he confessed that no one would be disturbed.

So they can only look inside from time to time.

This makes several people who are accustomed to watching Godzi make new things quite tickling.

Especially when I think of the magical colors that the gods have made with those paints for a few days, the witch and the stone have a kitten in their hearts, and they keep moving with their furry tail.

In the field, the elder brothers and others were working hard to turn over the land, and the deer pulled the plow and walked in the field, turning out a piece of moist soil.

The busy labor and the longing and desire for food made everyone in the tribe not think too much about the expansion of the tribe.

Moreover, since the mention of that time, the son of God has not said this matter again, and perhaps the son of God will also forget about it at this time.

The days are busy and fulfilling. It seems that there is no change. When I look back suddenly, I find that things have changed greatly.

Unknowingly, the grass burrowed out of the ground, and the willow spit out buds.

From a distance, there was some tender green in the withered yellow.

The apricot and peach blossoms have not bloomed yet, so the swallows returning from the south have not returned.

But Maodong's bear hiding in the tree hole came out of it, dragging his hungry and thin body, walking in the woods, trying to find enough food to comfort the hungry intestines, and then throw away the hungry. Replenish the fat.

During this time, during the daytime, Han Cheng spent most of his time writing and drawing in the large brick house, focusing on making plans for the Qingque tribe.

A few strands of the warm spring breeze passed by, and a few faint black clouds floated, and the entire sky looked like someone was holding a brush dipped in ink and smeared it.

The weather here is a bit like primitive temperament, even the spring rains are relatively simple.

It didn't take long for the storm to surge, and a spring rain had already fallen.

In the past, people in the tribe didn't like rain very much, because once the heavy rain fell, it meant that there was no way to hunt or gather food.

But now it's different. They, who have gradually become accustomed to farming, are very welcome to the rain in the season.

When the spring rain fell, those who had been busy for a while also had a legitimate reason to rest.

In the blue brick house, Han Cheng opened the window and looked at the rain falling outside, staining the last spot with color.

With the gurgling rain outside the window, looking at the painting on the table that took more than half a month to finally complete, Han Cheng's heart was tranquil, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't take the painting out immediately, but sat here watching the rain quietly through the open window, enjoying this quiet and leisure time.

The rain outside the window was pattering, and occasionally children would put their hands on their heads and ran by happily.

I stepped on my feet in a shallow puddle, splashing water...

This spring rain did not last too long, it stopped shortly after lunch, and the warm sun had already emerged from the other side of the sky in the afternoon.

When the big brother saw this, he greeted people with tools and continued to go outside to dig the ground.

At this time, the door of the big blue brick house opened from the inside, and Han Cheng walked out from the inside holding a roll of paper.

"The Son of God..."

"The Son of God..."

People who saw Han Cheng said hello.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded to everyone, and then said, "Don't go to the ground in a hurry. It's finally a rainy day. Everyone has a good rest and let the ground dry~www.wuxiahere.com~ continue to plan tomorrow... "

"It just happens to show you something."

After Han Cheng finished speaking, he asked the elder brother and others to inform the people in the tribe to gather here in the large brick house.

Everyone's eyes fell on the roll of paper that Han Cheng held in his hands, not knowing what was on it.

Han Cheng didn't sell it too much. After seeing that people were almost there, he pulled one end of the scroll away and let Wu use his hand.

Han Cheng took the remaining scroll and walked slowly to the other side.

Everyone in the tribe watched all this, with curiosity and inquiries. Some people were still talking in low voices, guessing what the **** son got this time and what was on the paper.

Following Han Cheng's movements, the scrolling scroll slowly opened, and the contents inside appeared in front of everyone.

As the scroll slowly opened, Wu, who was pulling the scroll at the other end, stood straight.

His eyes widened like a cat scratching the stone.

When the scroll was stretched less than halfway, the noise in the crowd disappeared.

No one said anything to everyone, but all of them closed their mouths consciously, stopped talking, and all looked at the painting slowly unfolding before their eyes.

Excited, shocked, sluggish...This series of things was interpreted by everyone.

Han Cheng glanced at the crowd, did not speak much, but continued to unfold the picture scroll.

However, it was very useful in my heart. The reaction of everyone now is the greatest affirmation of his busyness in the recent period.

In silence, Han Cheng spread out the entire scroll, and the contents of the entire scroll were unreservedly revealed to everyone.

"This...this is our new home?"

After a long time, someone finally asked with a vibrato...

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