I am a Primitive Man

In a luxurious room with a few pottery fixed on the roof, a primitive woman who looked older than the priest of the humpback primitive tribe sat on a cushion made of stacks of straw.

She looks very old, not only has layers of wrinkles on her face, but also has many age spots on it.

There is a string of beads hanging around her neck. Some of these beads are pottery, some are copper, some are stones, some are bones...

Although the materials are different, the sizes are basically similar.

These beads are not particularly round, but each one looks very smooth and shiny.

Especially those copper beads, even if there is no sunlight shining on them, they still give people a shining feeling.

This is the result of wearing it all year round, and the old woman is always touching it with her hands.

Well, this kind of behavior and results can be summed up in two ways-it!

The beads are not small, and the size of the beads naturally looks not small.

However, such a small string of beads hanging around the old primitive man's neck will not make people think that the old primitive man is thin, but it will give people a feeling of complementarity.

This is mainly due to the size of this primitive woman, and the amount of flesh on her body. Although she is older, she still has flesh on her body. Sitting there, the tonnage is not small.

From the perspective of people of this era, this old woman primitive should be extremely beautiful, but no one would think she is beautiful.

This is not because the aesthetics of people in this era has changed, but because she has no nose.

It was supposed to be the place where the nose was. Not only did it not stick out, but it also sank a little, leaving only two black holes.

This makes her whole person very ugly, and some people will feel fear because of it.

This is what the witches of this tribe must experience.

To become a witch in the tribe, you must cut off your nose.

In addition, a person who becomes a witch cannot be like the rest of the female primitives, digging into the grass with the male primitives, and cannot give birth to their own children.

I don’t know when this tradition came down, and the people in the tribe don’t know the intention.

However, they still passed down such rules and abide by them carefully, no one dared to go beyond them.

This old fat witch was sitting here, gently stroking the beads hanging around her neck with one hand, with some thought-provoking smiles on her face.

Although she was older, her ears were very good, and she heard the conversation outside.

It was precisely because of the outside conversation that she showed such an expression.

More exquisite pottery?

Pottery more exquisite than the pottery of your own tribe?

How is this possible!

Your own tribe is the most powerful.

The pottery of your own tribe looks so perfect, how can there be more exquisite pottery than the pottery of your own tribe?

People who say this outside are really stupid.

She thought this in her heart, and was about to let the person in her tribe ignore them.

As a result, the person from his tribe had already walked in, and seemed to be holding a small pottery carefully in his hand.

The light at the door was blocked by the person who came in, causing the pottery in his hand to be in a dark place, so the witch did not see the shape of the pottery for a while.

Seeing the actions of her tribe, she couldn't help shook her head.

This person still couldn't make it, and he easily believed what the person outside said.

He said that his tribe has more exquisite pottery than his own. Does it really have?

Why don't you know how to distinguish it?

However, this person had already come in with things at this time, so she didn't let this person out again.

Anyway, she was sitting here idle and idle, so she could barely look at it.

In such a mood, the man bends down cautiously, says something in his mouth, and passes his hands forward, so that their maiden can see this exceptional pottery.

The maiden listened reluctantly, her indifferent gaze swept over the pottery he was holding. After seeing the appearance of this thing clearly, her eyes couldn't move away.

"#￥4@2……"

She spoke with excitement, and would stretch out her hand to take this exquisite pottery from this person, acting more carefully than this person.

She held the pottery in both hands, put the pottery in front of her eyes, and looked carefully, there were various expressions in her eyes.

There is shock, there is incredible, there is extraordinary love...

All the previous disdain disappeared.

Before that, she had always thought that the things of her tribe were the best, especially pottery, salt and copper.

Except for their own tribe, the other tribes don't even know how to make these things, let alone make pottery that is more exquisite than their own tribe's pottery.

But now, there is one such pottery in front of her.

As a witch, she is very familiar with pottery.

In their tribe, if they want to become witches, they need to have their noses cut off before they reach adulthood, and then this group of people from the previous witches shouted into a valley to secretly teach how to make pottery and how to use them. Things made copper and made weapons from those beautiful coppers.

After a long period of time, the one who masters these things best among them will become the next witch.

As for the rest, they all became losers.

The loser has no power.

The price of their failure was that they stayed in that valley and made these two things until they died, and they couldn't leave that valley again.

As the best of those people at that time, the old maiden was certainly no stranger to pottery.

With just a glance, she could see that this little pottery far exceeded the pottery made by their tribe!

Holding this exquisite pottery in her hand, she looked at it carefully for a while, the more she looked at it, the more exquisite she felt, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt sincere admiration and admiration for the person who made it.

After holding it in her hand and looking carefully for a while, the old witch suddenly stood up from the cushion.

Then he moved his steps, moving towards the door without slowing down.

After a while, she walked out of the house and walked towards the humpback primitive people who were standing there waiting.

Looking at this old female primitive with a lot of meat on her body and a very weird dress, they were a little stunned for a while.

They had never thought that such a person lived in such a gorgeous house.

This powerful and wealthy tribe, the most respected maiden, actually looks like this!

Not only the humpbacked primitive people and the group were shocked, but the person who went in with the pottery in the room was also a little shocked for a while.

Their witch actually walked out of the house again!

You know, since the witches of their tribe have become real witches, generally speaking, they won't get out of the house easily.

But now, she walked out of the house without any hesitation.

And what caused this behavior was the small exquisite pottery brought by this tribe.

The old maiden ignored the shock of these people. She went straight to the hunchback primitives and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl.

"#￥45%……"

She spoke, her voice was hoarse, because she was too excited, and her speaking speed was a little fast, which caused the hunched primitive people to not listen to her too much.

Until the witch repeated it a second time, the humpbacked primitive man understood that she was asking herself where she got this precious pottery.

"#￥@3……"

The humpbacked primitive man opened his mouth and told the witch about their previous experience.

The witch stood here listening carefully.

After a while, the humpbacked primitive man opened the package he was carrying and took out the gourd carefully wrapped in animal skins.

The gourd is filled with salt produced by the Qingque tribe.

Earlier, the priests of the humpback primitive tribe were poured into the bowl, and when they left the tribe, they carefully poured it into the gourd.

The witch without a nose gently placed the bowl in her hand on the ground, and then reached out to take the gourd handed by the humpback primitive, and opened it carefully.

Then tilt the gourd on its side and pour the salt out of it.

The finely smashed salt from the stone mortar turned into a thin thread and fell into the bowl along the mouth of the gourd.

The maiden who watched this scene without blinking her eyes was shocked again.

She put down the empty gourd, carefully picked up the bowl of salt in both hands, and leaned in front of her to take a closer look.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

This salt is really the same as the hunchback guy said, there is no sand.

It was the first time she saw the salt without sand.

As far as I can remember, I have seen people with sandy soil. I have never thought that the sand in the salt can be removed, and it can be removed so cleanly.

It was the same as before she saw this exquisite pottery bowl, she had never thought that pottery could be made so exquisite.

She watched it carefully for a while, and then asked the person who came out of the room to fetch some water with a clay pot, and to bring firewood over, and directly boil water to cook rice in this open space.

There are three cylindrical legs under the clay pot used to fetch water, and you can stand there when you put them on the ground.

This kind of clay pot is very convenient for boiling water and cooking rice, at least there is no need to find a stone to support the pot.

Once you put the clay pot there, you can burn it directly with fire.

A flame ignited soon, and after a while, the food was cooked.

The witch herself took out two and a half bowls of rice from the jar.

The utensils she used to serve meals were also round, but there was still a gap between the bowls of the Qingque tribe.

In order to facilitate writing and reading, it is also called a bowl.

After finishing these, the witch made some salt from the blue bird tribe and put it into a bowl and stirred it evenly.

Then I got some salt from their tribe, put it in another bowl, and stirred it evenly.

She first picked up the bowl of rice with Qingque tribe salt, and took a bite to her mouth.

A bite of rice entered her mouth, her eyes brightened involuntarily.

Originally thinking about only one bite, she went to taste the rice with her tribe's salt, and couldn't help eating several bites before finally resisting it with great perseverance.

She put down the bowl with little food left and picked up another bowl of rice.

She reached her mouth and only took a bite, and her brows wrinkled uncontrollably.

In the past, she had added salt to the food of her tribe, and she tasted so delicious.

But now, when the delicious food was in her mouth, she couldn't feel it at all, and she even wanted to throw it up.

Even if there are some bitter tastes, the key is that some sand mixed in it makes it extremely uncomfortable to eat.

She frowned and swallowed the food.

After taking one bite, I never want to take a second bite.

She put down the bowl, then picked up the bowl with not much food left, moved to her mouth and ate it happily, and in a short while, she ate all the food in it. There is not even a bit left.

"Huh~"

After putting down the clean bowl, the Miko couldn't help but let out a long sigh, which was very comfortable.

Her gaze fell on the exquisite pottery bowl beside her and the salt in the pottery bowl, becoming excited and eager.

This is what table salt should look like!

"@#￥4@……"

She held the pottery bowl and the salt in her arms again, and refused to let go.

At the same time, he kept saying something to the humpback primitive man.

What she meant was whether such things could be given to the tribe, and they were willing to exchange food for them.

The humpbacked primitive people who had been instructed by their tribe priests had such plans themselves, and immediately agreed upon hearing the words.

However, he said that in order to obtain these two things, they paid a lot of food, so they can no longer use the previous exchange method to exchange for these two things.

After understanding the meaning of the humpback primitive, the old witch agreed to it without any hesitation.

In her opinion, these two things are so good, it is necessary to use more food for exchange, anyway, their tribe is not short of food.

Even if the humpbacked primitive person doesn't say that, she will also take the initiative to increase the exchange of food.

The food used in the exchange is less, and it is not worthy of the identity of these two exquisite foods.

So, under her personal presidency, the exchange began again.

This primitive exchange is simple and cumbersome, and does not need to be described too much.

Just need to know that after such an exchange, almost a quarter of the things brought by the humpback primitives returned to their hands.

The result of this made the humpbacked primitive people happy one by one, and the humpbacked primitive people's mouth almost grinned behind their ears.

As early as when they left their own tribe to go to this tribe, their wise priest told him that these two things should be able to get a lot of things in this wealthy tribe.

Now, after some exchanges, it really looks like this, and there are more things exchanged than the wise priest said.

The humpbacked primitive people did not bring these foods back, but used them to exchange some pottery and salt soil from this tribe.

After this trade, the humpbacked primitive people were not afraid of this strange-looking witch.

Following the appearance of this tribe, he folded his hands on top of his head, and then gave a serious salute to the witch.

"@￥%%……"

The witch holding the exquisite pottery tightly spoke to him, which meant that they could find the tribe that could make these two things as soon as possible.

Their tribe is still willing to trade with them at the price just now.

The hump-backed primitive man who was already very happy, after understanding the meaning of the witch, became even more distracted.

He nodded repeatedly, raised his chest as much as possible, and then beaten vigorously with his hands to express his determination to do this.

After seeing such a scene, the maiden with no nose smiled happily.

Without her nose, she smiled unsightly at all, and could even be described as horrible, but such a smile fell in the eyes of the humpbacked primitive people and their group, but it was so pretty.

If it is not that the language you master is not systematic enough, and some things are not easy to express, the hunched primitive man will definitely say to the witch-you look so beautiful when you smile, like a spring flower...

After another respectful salute to the smiling maiden, the humpbacked primitive group packed away the pottery and other things they had exchanged.

One part is tied to the animal’s back, and the other part waits for others to hold or carry on their backs. Under the guidance of the person before, they turn around and leave here, and follow the road that they have walked through before. The weird cave, left here.

After walking forward for a while, the hunched primitive man couldn't help but look back and saw the witches of this tribe still standing here, watching them leave, and watching them smile.

Such a scene made the heart of the hump-backed primitive man more warm.

He also smiled at the witch, and left here under the leadership of the person who led them in.

The witch standing here has been watching the humpbacked primitive people and their party leave, and stood here for a while, holding the exquisite pottery and delicious salt in both hands, carefully walking into the room where the witches lived in the past.

She came into the room and sat down again. After a while, the smile on her face did not completely fade.

Staying here for a while, she stood up again and walked out of the room.

"@#4￥!"

After she walked out of the room, she stood here and yelled loudly. After a while, several people with weapons made of bronze ran over.

After the old witch said a few words to them, she took these people and walked towards the mountain not too far from their residential area.

In the process of walking, these few people with bronze weapons in their hands were always around the old witch to protect her.

Walking in this way, a group of people slowly approached the mountain.

Smoke floated from the mountain in front of me.

The witches and the others did not go climbing, but came to a valley.

Here in the valley of the valley, a rough wall was built with stones and mud, and there were doors on the wall.

There are four copper rings on the door, two copper rings in a row, one up and one down.

Each row of copper rings is covered with sturdy sticks. The sticks are relatively long, with both ends blocking the walls on both sides of the door.

This kind of operation can make it impossible for the people inside to open the door.

The witch came to the door and stood still. A person stepped forward and pulled out the two sticks one by one and put them aside, and then reached out and pushed the door open.

The witch with a pottery bowl in her hand walked in.

These people also walked in.

On weekdays, the witches do not come out of the room. They are the ones who transport food into the valley, and transport the pottery and other things made in it.

In the valley, not all stones, but also a lot of soil.

Walk some inside and you can see some people are busy here.

Some people are making mud embryos there, while others are carrying the manufactured mud embryos for drying.

There are also some bulges, and smoke is blowing out there.

This is the firing of the mud embryos that have been made and dried.

These people who are working are all women, but like the witches, these people have no noses.

The age of these people is roughly divided into three groups, one group is about the same age as the Miko, and the number of these people is the least, only four.

The second group are women who are in their prime of life. These people are the main force in making these things. The remaining group are the youngest, some have grown up, and some have not yet grown up.

The first two groups of older people were all losers in the Miko competition, and the remaining young ones were competitors for the next Miko.

Seeing the maiden coming in person, these people all stopped their movements and, like the people outside, folded their hands together and put them on top of their heads to give salutes.

Some sharp-eyed people have seen the exquisite pottery in the hands of the witch, their eyes widened.

Most of the young people looked at the Miko respectfully and enviously, looking forward to winning and becoming a Miko one day.

But such a wish is not easy to come true. Except for the lucky one, everyone else will have to work here all their lives.

Just like those gray-haired people, they are all so old and still can't leave the valley.

"@34#￥4……"

The witch looked at everyone, then spoke, and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl.

Everyone's eyes were cast, and after seeing the appearance of the pottery, these people all opened their mouths.

As people who make pottery, they are far more aware of what the pottery in front of them represents than others.

After getting permission from the witch, all these people gathered around, looking at the pottery in shock and intoxication one by one.

"@#￥WT……"

After a while, the witch spoke again.

She is asking these people if they can also make such exquisite pottery.

After understanding the meaning of the witch, these people shook their heads.

Even those who are good at making pottery among them are shaking their heads.

This kind of pottery is too exquisite, it has completely transcended their abilities.

Seeing such a scene, the Miko was not disappointed. She had a clear understanding of the level of pottery in her tribe.

"@￥3T……"

After a short pause, the Miko spoke again, this time she spoke a little longer.

However, these people did not show how long she talked. Moreover, with her narration, the eyes of these people were getting brighter and stronger, and they looked better than just seeing this exquisite pottery. When it comes to bowls, they are more energetic.

It's not surprising that they are in this state, because just now the maiden said that no matter which one of them can make pottery of this level, then the next maiden will be hers.

No matter how old this person is.

How can these people be upset after hearing such news?

Even those who were about the same age as the witches became energetic.

After staying here for a while, after speaking some words to these people, the witch turned around and left.

Go deeper into the valley.

After walking inside for a while, a lot of rubble appeared on the ground.

There was a jingle sound from inside, and someone was busy here.

There are more people working here than those who make pottery outside.

These people also don't have noses, and their origins are the same as those outside.

Seeing the witch coming in, these people stopped their work and saluted the witch.

The witch calmly accepted everyone's salute, and after looking around here for a while, she said a few words to everyone, and then left.

She didn't tell these people about making that kind of exquisite pottery.

People staying here can actually make pottery as well. After all, they all learned pottery and copper together.

It's just that after the witches of that generation are selected, the remaining people will be grouped according to their learning conditions at the time.

Those who are better at making pottery will make pottery, and those who are better at making copper will make copper here.

These people were inferior to those outside in making pottery before, and after so many years, they are even more incomparable.

If the people outside can't make that kind of pottery, let alone the people inside.

After staying here for a while, the witch returned from here under the **** of a few people, and when she left, she took away the exquisite pottery bowl.

Such a precious thing, only she is a maiden qualified to possess.

After walking out of the valley and plugging the door of the valley from outside, the witch holding the pottery bowl returned to her place of residence.

In the room full of pottery and salt filled with pottery, only the maiden stayed here alone, and the excitement just now had disappeared from her as she returned.

She carefully examined the pottery bowl in front of her, and then looked at the many pottery in the room. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this pottery bowl was exquisite, and her tribe's pottery was far inferior.

After watching this for a while, she sighed and shook her head.

She knew that with her own tribe, it was basically impossible to make such exquisite pottery. Even if she said that to those people in the valley not long ago, and gave such conditions, these people are basically It is impossible to make such a pottery.

Because the gap between the two is too big.

Thinking about these things in her heart, she raised her head and cast her gaze in the direction where the hunched primitive people and their party left in the room.

If my tribe wants to get more of this exquisite pottery and that kind of delicious table salt, perhaps it can only rely on these people.

These people must find the tribe that can produce these two precious things. Only in this way can their tribe get more of these two things.

Even learn how to make these two precious things...

She thought this way, with hope and anxiety on her face.

After sitting here and thinking for a while, the old witch stood up and walked to a place in the room.

A heavy stone slab is placed against the wall here, on which a red stripe outlines a very abstract pattern.

Some look like tigers, and some look like leopards. If Han Cheng is here, after seeing this pattern, he will definitely see it as a ferocious cat with some cute kittens in it.

Because the totem of this tribe is a tiger outlined with red lines, this tribe is called the Red Tiger Tribe.

After the maiden of the Red Tiger tribe came here, she placed the ceramic bowl of the Qingque tribe in her hand in front of the patterned slate, and then she sat cross-legged underneath, raising her two hands, one left and the other right. On top of my head, I closed my eyes, and kept talking in my mouth.

This is obviously praying to the gods of their tribe...

On the branch outside the window of the tree house, all the buds have blossomed, and a strong fragrance floats along the open window into the tree house with the sunlight.

The humpbacked primitive man sat cross-legged on the floor covered with beast fur, talking with joy on his face. Opposite him, sat the old and wise priests of their tribe.

The old priest also sat here cross-legged, listening carefully to the hunchback primitive, with a smile on his face.

Because the house of this tribe is like a bird’s nest built on a tree, this tribe is called a nest tribe.

After a while, the humpbacked primitive people told the old priest all the circumstances they had encountered in the nearby Red Tiger tribe this time.

After hearing the whole process, the smile on the face of the old priest of the nest tribe became even stronger.

He nodded vigorously, then touched his hand on his forehead, and then put his hand on the forehead of the hunchback primitive to touch it, to express his approval for this matter, and to praise the hunchback primitive and their group.

The humpbacked primitive man who was praised, couldn't help but smile all over his face, especially happy...

After a day, under the tree house of the nest tribe, it became lively again, and the pottery and salt exchanged from the Red Tiger tribe were arranged.

Part of it was tied to the animal's back, and the rest was carried by themselves.

In addition to these goods, they also carried some food to eat on the road.

The animals owned by their tribe are very large, and there are more goods tied to one animal's body than several people carry together.

Even so, the animal seemed to be unable to feel the weight at all, and was still moving at the same pace as in the past. Under the lead of the humpbacked primitives, they followed the crowd.

The old priest of the nest tribe also descended from his tree house along the ladder-like tool to see off the humpbacked primitive people and their party.

No matter it was the person who was seeing off, or the person who was preparing for a long journey, they did not feel any sadness or reluctance.

On the one hand, this is because this is the main way for their tribe to obtain food. They have long been accustomed to such things. On the other hand, it is because they are all full of expectations for this long journey.

Looking forward to finding that mysterious tribe, and exchanging many precious things from that mysterious tribe.

Then transport these precious things to the nearby Red Tiger tribe, in exchange for more food from the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger tribe.

Because I have great expectations for the results, I don't care much about the difficulties on the way forward and the parting.

The group of people gradually left the residential area. People from the nest tribe stood here and watched for a while. When they were far away, they spread out in this area to obtain food.

The old priest from the nest tribe climbed the ladder back to the wooden house where he lived.

He who came into the house did not open the window this time.

He sat down facing the part of the trunk of the big tree in the tree house, folded his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and lowered his head without making a sound, so he began his prayer.

People who didn’t know saw his appearance and thought he was dozing off with his head down here...

The spring is melting, and the whole world seems to be exuding warmth.

Here in Jinguan City, the depression in the winter is no longer visible and has been replaced by vitality.

Looking around, there is a lot of green, and there are other colors dotted in the green.

This is a blooming flower.

Here in the shed in the inner courtyard of Jinguan City, Han Cheng was bent over, watering with a scoop in his other hand.

The gourd seeds I ordered before have sprouted, and a tender sprout is held between the two oval-shaped leaves, which look very beautiful.

After being showered with water like this by Han Cheng, it became more verdant.

Not far from Han Cheng's side, Fu Jiang, who was a mother again, squatted there, looking a little lazy.

Beside it, a few furry, chubby little guys are playing around with each other, dumb, like a few meat **** rolling, looking extremely fun.

Such a little milk dog is at a timid and curious age.

A little guy found what Han Cheng was doing, and thought it was very strange, so he ended playing with the other Coyote, standing here wagging his tail and tilting his head.

After watching for a while, I didn’t seem to figure out what the strange-looking guy in front of me was doing. So he moved his short legs, dragged his chubby body to this side, and used it. The black little nose sniffed a gourd seedling that had just been watered by Han Cheng.

Before the little nose touched the gourd seedling, the little guy flew into the air.

It was not Han Cheng's feet that moved, but Fu brought the big dog over and opened his mouth to bite the little guy's neck and grabbed it.

After he left the gourd seedling, he put down the little guy, and Fu Jiang himself lay down on the ground, continuing to enjoy the warm sunlight.

When he was picked up by the Fu Jiang, the very honest little guy quickly became dishonest after touching all fours.

It stood on the spot for a while, then shook its little head, and happily continued to leap towards the gourd seedling.

Fu Jiang, who was just lying on the ground, had to stand up again when he saw this. When Coyotito's nose was about to touch the gourd seedlings, he spoke again, picked it up, and took it away from here...

The place where the rice seedlings were planted has been arched by Han Cheng, Brother Er and others, using sticks that are not too thick.

These rice seedlings are growing very well, with some dark green colors, they look very strong and very nutrient.

The two seedlings that were planted in different ways looked similar, but I couldn't tell which way was better.

But one thing is certain is that the seedlings cultivated by these two methods will definitely grow better than directly spreading the rice with the shell into the paddy field.

Looking at the emerald green seedlings in front of him, Han Cheng's mood became very good. It could be described as beautiful as flying~www.wuxiahere.com~ I watched the seedlings here for a while, and then carefully pulled out a few mixed plants. After the weeds among the seedlings, Han Cheng left here with his hands on his back and walked towards the east side of Jinguan City.

Because everyone has been working on the development of the paddy field on the west side, basically no development has been carried out on the east side of Jinguan City.

But the time here will not be free.

After all the well-developed waters around this area have been developed, Han Chenggong is ready to let someone build some canals to guide some water here.

But time can also become rice fields and grow rice.

Because it is not too far away from the water, this project will not be too much.

In fact, a piece of land has been opened up here, the area is not too big, it looks like more than one acre.

This land has also been cultivated.

Different from flat paddy fields, ditches and ridges have been dug up here.

Nothing else was planted. Buried in these long stretches of sweet millet rods were cut into pieces.

Han Cheng hasn't forgotten such a good thing that can produce a lot of sugar. Last fall, he let someone chop off the ripe sweet millet across the water.

A small part of the people who went to the tribe took their teeth, and the rest was dug a cellar and stored in the cellar, covered with some sand.

When spring arrives, some buds will grow on these sweet millet stalks.

When most of the people were busy for the paddy fields, Han Cheng called out some people, and according to some methods in his memory, it took two days to bury these sweet millet rods in the ground.

At this time, rows of young shoots grew along the roads, which looked a bit like sorghum and some like corn...

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