I am a Primitive Man

Huo Er refused to eat for a reason, and there was more than one reason.

The most direct reason is the bowel movement this afternoon.

After years of advocacy by Han Cheng, people in the tribe have long been accustomed to the matter of going to the toilet to defecate, and it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Even if Han Cheng doesn't advocate it, no one except for the ignorant children will be bothered in their sleeping place.

However, Huo Er did this today, although a woman from the tribe had put diapers on her beforehand.

Feeling the warmth beneath his body, and watching the women in the tribe change their diapers, Huo Er felt very uncomfortable.

On the one hand, she was moved by the people in the tribe who cared for her in such a small way, and on the other hand, she deeply felt that she was a drag on the tribe.

I can no longer contribute to the tribe, and many people in the tribe that are still dragged down cannot work normally.

So she decided not to eat.

In this way, less food can be wasted and people in the tribe can be less troublesome.

It was a little bit late at night, and many people in the tribe came to visit Huo Er and said something that made Huo Er relieved.

There are people who are not good at talking, but they pat their chests and say that they can grow a lot of food, so much that the people in the tribe can't finish it, and Huo Er can rest at ease.

The performance of the people in the tribe made Huo Er's heart warmer, but when Han Cheng came again with food, Huo Er shook his head more firmly.

The autumn sun shines on the kang of Huoer through the window lattice.

Huo Er turned his head and could see some swaying bamboo leaves through the window.

Sometimes there will be one or two birds flying across this tiny sky.

This Kang was replaced by Han Chengxin for Huo Er, the purpose is not to make Huo Er too boring.

A good person suddenly broke his leg, and he could only lie on the bed, and couldn't deliver the poop. It would be strange if he was not in a hurry.

At this time, Han Cheng was squatting in front of a small stone mortar, using the stone mortar to slowly pound the contents.

After the contents became mushy, carefully scoop it out with a spoon and put it into the bowl.

These squishy whites were green, and there were many small red leathers in them.

These mush are the red mountain fruits that Han Cheng asked people in the tribe to pick.

After washing, remove the seeds, and then slowly crush them with a stone mortar.

This is specially made for Huo Er.

Since Huo Er broke his leg, his appetite has not been very good, and he basically doesn't eat much.

After persuading herself for a long time yesterday, she only took a small bite, but before the small bite was swallowed, she vomited it out again.

Although I don't know why Huo Er's appetite suddenly became so bad, Han Cheng still made his own efforts based on past experience.

The ripe fruit is sweet and sour, which is very appetizing. Han Cheng remembered this very clearly when he was a child who ate haw pill.

Han Cheng doesn't know how to make hawthorn balls, but he can make hawthorn porridge.

People can’t eat food but it’s a big deal. People are iron, and rice is steel. For Han Cheng, who has an excellent appetite, he eats three meals a day.

So the most important thing at the moment is not to think about treating Huo Er's broken leg, but to find a way to regulate Huo Er's appetite.

The room was quiet, people in the tribe were busy with their own affairs, Huo Er lay on the kang quietly looking at the sky outside the window.

She couldn't feel any hunger anymore, and after the long torment that seemed to be on fire in her belly, she was no longer hungry.

She was lying on the kang, her whole being light and fluttering.

She looked at the white cloud that appeared in the sky of the window, and felt that she was floating in the air like a cloud. This feeling was extremely wonderful and comfortable.

In the past few days, many things have come to her mind.

Most of what she recalled was what happened after the son of God came to the tribe.

Before the Son of God came, the life was very bitter, basically repeating day after day. There really wasn't too much thought, too much nostalgia.

But now, what she thought was more of the fruit that made her roll down the hillside.

The fruit she didn't pick up in the end.

But now when I think about it again, I don't think it was a waste.

Because at this time hers had already come to that soil **** again, and watched the fruit rot with her own eyes, and the result would germinate, grow, bloom, and bear fruit.

This fruit tree grows very big, bigger than all the fruit trees in the tribe.

The fruit trees are full of fruits that are a little reddened by the sun, and there are naughty children who are as dexterous as monkeys, climbing on them to pick the fruits.

A fruit fell from a child's hand and rolled all the way down, only to stop at Huo Er's feet.

Huo Er slowly bent over, picked up the fruit, wiped it with a rough palm, and slowly put it into his mouth.

With a light bite, the sweet fruit juice flows into the mouth and spreads towards the limbs.

A bright smile appeared on Huo Er's face...

"Bar..."

There was a small sound in the quiet room~www.wuxiahere.com~A thing slid down from the hand of the fire two hanging on the edge of the kang. After it fell on the ground, it rolled forward for a while, and finally landed on an inconspicuous The place stopped.

This is a pit, the pit of the fruit that was picked up by Huo Er and put in his pocket.

At this moment, there are some tooth marks on the core, and some gaps in some places.

This is because Huo Er was hungry and couldn't stand it before, and he gnawed it out with his crippled teeth when there was no one.

After this sound, the room was quiet again.

The sunlight outside the window quietly spilled down, spreading on Huo Er’s smiling face, giving her a dazzling brilliance...

Before long, there was the sound of footsteps from the door of the room, along with the sound of a spoon colliding with a bowl.

Han Cheng, who was making mountain fruit porridge while walking, appeared in the room, with a smile on his face, and briskly walked towards the place where Huo Er was sleeping.

This is to give Huo Er a kind of psychological hint to make her feel that her own affairs are not serious.

Han Cheng, who came to the front, stopped suddenly. After standing in front of the Kang for a while, he sighed and sat on the edge of the Kang slowly facing Huo Er...

Three days later, a primitive woman who was cleaning the house with a broom, swept the core from the inconspicuous corner, bent down to pick it up, and took a look at it in her hand.

I was a little strange about what could bite out marks on this core. You must know that this kind of core is the strongest, but sometimes it is not easy to break it open with a stone.

This strangeness did not last long. She quickly threw the core to the ground and continued to clean the house with the broom. The core was mixed with other dust and debris...

(A bit uncomfortable)

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