I am a Primitive Man

After some waiting, as the daylight disappeared and before the darkness came, the people who stayed behind in the tribe’s sheep tribe gathered the most precious thing in the tribe, the flock, into the sheep pen.

Then, under the hands of an older primitive man, he began to make food.

They eat very simple and not very rich.

This is because with the departure of the leader and the strong hands, those who stayed in the tribe, apart from grazing, cannot allocate too many hands to dig wild vegetables and pick fruits, and collect grass seeds.

Another aspect is that as long as the leaders come back, their tribe can get a lot of sheep, and in the future, they can eat mutton as much as they want.

There is such a thing, so it doesn’t matter if the food is worse at this time.

For the leader and they did not come back, although everyone was more anxious, but they could bear it. After all, in the past, the leader hunted the sheep there, and it took several days to come back when the luck was not too good.

It’s not as long as the previous one...

Within the semi-agricultural tribe, there is a flash of fire, dispelling the gray and illuminating the surrounding space.

This light mixed with the ubiquitous smell of meat, illuminating the hearts of the semi-agricultural tribes.

The charm of food, even in the society and its developed later generations, has never diminished, let alone in this era when food is regarded as important as fate.

Especially meat.

Therefore, the semi-agricultural tribe shrouded in the fragrance of meat is undoubtedly a sea of ​​joy tonight.

However, the boundless joy brought about by the rich and delicious food does not include the wise female sacrifice of the semi-agricultural tribe.

In the small courtyard surrounded by the fence, with saliva waiting for the meat to be cooked, and then starting to feast, the priestess was in the domed room where she was in the middle.

There was also a fire in the room. The fire was so big that it dazzled the whole room.

This wise female priest, at this time, no longer had the indifferent look that had been sitting on the stone in the courtyard before.

At this moment, her eyes were wide open, and her mouth that was often closed tightly opened involuntarily, looking very surprised.

Even his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

If someone from a semi-agricultural tribe came in at this time, seeing her at this time, she would be surprised and couldn't close her mouth.

After all, in their impression, the priestess was extremely wise, as if nothing had ever been able to embarrass her.

Some pottery was placed near the fire.

There were a dozen bowls, a clay pot that was not too big, and another very small pot covered with rope and animal skins.

These pottery were used by the leader of the sheep tribe and the people of the sheep tribe when they hunted the sheep by the river.

With the tireless export of the Qingque tribe, up to now, most of these tribes who have come into contact with pottery have become accustomed to using pottery for food.

Take the sheep tribe.

Three of these bowls were broken, and the edge of the larger clay pot was also knocked.

And after a long period of smoke and fire outside, it has been stained with a layer of ashes.

But it was these pottery that made the wisest person in this semi-agricultural tribe so excited.

Most of these pottery have been seen by the leaders of the semi-agricultural tribe and the rest of the semi-agricultural tribe who brought back the sheep tribe with the leader.

They are also very surprised and cherished for such exquisite pottery, otherwise they would not even pick up the broken pottery.

But their astonishment with these pottery ends here.

The female sacrifice of the semi-agricultural tribe is completely different.

The pottery in the semi-agricultural tribe was made by her herself, which is a technique that has never been passed down to the priests.

At the same time, it is also an important reason why the past priests have a high status in the tribe.

As the so-called layman sees the excitement and the insider sees the doorway, these pottery bowls and pots are nothing more than exquisite in the eyes of other people in the semi-nong tribe, but they seem very significant in the eyes of the priestess.

She can even describe her feelings as "shocked to heaven" which she doesn't know yet.

As a person who can make pottery, she knows how difficult it is to make a very good pottery.

She is not too young anymore. She has been making pottery for almost two decades since she first learned to make pottery from her previous priest.

In these two decades, she has made a lot of pottery every year.

After this long time of manufacture, she felt that her pottery craftsmanship was already very good, and even long ago, she had surpassed the previous witch.

Having such a craft and being able to make excellent pottery has always been something she is extremely proud of.

However, just tonight, all her pride was beaten to pieces in front of these few, seized pottery.

Before seeing these pottery, she had never thought that people could make pottery so beautiful, so fascinating!

She stretched out her hand, holding a piece of broken pottery in her hand with a little trembling, and groping lightly with her fingers, unexpectedly there was the kind of holy expression that only appeared when praying. .

After a while, this expression gradually faded.

As she rubbed her fingers, some of the dust on the inside of the pottery was wiped away, revealing a smooth and darkened piece.

This ice-like thing had a greater impact on the female priest than the regularity of the pottery bowl and pot.

Because she couldn't figure out how smooth things were like ice, how the people who made them put them on the pottery.

After a while, the strong leader came over with a bowl of boiled lamb soup, and with his other hand carrying half of a very good lamb leg.

Just when she opened her mouth, she saw that the priestess who had been squatting on the ground for a long time suddenly stood up from the ground, and then turned and walked outside.

"￥%T"

The priestess was stunned. She was immersed in the pottery and was a little at a loss at the current situation. The leader of the semi-agricultural tribe hurriedly passed the food forward.

The female priest's eyes fell on the bowl held by the head of the semi-agricultural tribe. Comparing the two, the pottery she made was extremely ugly.

"￥%6F..."

Instead of picking up the food brought by the leader, she said something like this and hurriedly went outside the house.

The leader of the semi-agricultural tribe looked hurriedly going out to worship, his face was full of surprise and doubt.

Such sacrifices are rare.

He waited here for a while, and after hesitating for a while, he put the food in his hand on a stone platform in the room, and then he followed out of the house, towards the priestess who had walked a long distance. Quickly chase after.

Although the people of that tribe were still **** and didn't dare to resist, he still didn't dare to take it lightly.