I am a primitive

He fed the deer here, and there were also many lucky generals who wagged their tails and stared at him eagerly, so Han Cheng had to pour some more into the basin.

Fu Jiang ate happily. After licking quickly, he looked at Han Cheng as if he wanted to have another bite.

Worried that the deer would not be enough to eat, Han Cheng did not squeeze too much. Now that he had fed the deer first, and then the lucky general who was half wolf and half dog, there was not much left in the bowl Han Cheng was holding. If you feed Fu Jiang some more, he won't be able to taste it.

He rejected the greedy Fujiang, brought the bowl to his mouth, and smashed it with his mouth. It was warm in his mouth and had a fishy smell. After the fishy smell passed, there was a fragrant aftertaste.

It's not as delicious as the pure milk that I drink in my later life.

This may be due to lack of heating.

Han Cheng took the bowl and led Fu Jiang who had eaten deer's milk to leave the deer circle, ignoring Uncle Lu who had not recovered from his dizziness after eating his wife's milk for the first time.

After seeing the milk thief leave, the aggrieved Xiao Lu returned to his mother, and without saying a word, he grabbed his job first.

The doe turned her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the fawn's body, comforting the child whose heart was hurt.

Han Cheng found a small clay pot, poured the little deer milk in it, and set it on the fire to burn.

Soon, the deer milk was already boiling, and a milky fragrance emanated from it.

As the deer milk boils, a thin layer of solids emerges on top, which is the cream.

There wasn't much deer milk at all, and Han Cheng didn't dare to burn it for too long. After seeing that it was almost done, he used a rattan clip to clamp the clay pot off the fire.

Then he used a piece of animal skin that had been peeled off and specially used to prevent scalding hands as a pad on the clay pot, and poured the steaming deer milk into the bowl.

After taking a breath to cool it down a bit, I moved my mouth to the edge of the bowl and took a sip, and a milky aroma with a fishy smell filled my mouth.

The fishy smell is much stronger than the pure milk of later generations, but it tastes much better than raw deer milk, especially the thin layer of cream, which is really fragrant in the mouth.

There wasn't much deer milk, and Han Cheng only took two sips before going down halfway. He resisted the urge to drink more, took the rest into the inner cave, and gave it to Wu to drink.

When Shi Shi saw Han Cheng coming in, his heart was pounding like a deer. He quickly lowered his head and moved inside, pretending to be serious about recording things, so as to cover up his embarrassment.

It wasn't until Han Cheng reached out to touch his head that he felt more at ease.

"This is?"

Wu still kept his inquisitive spirit of learning. Seeing Han Cheng bring these things that he had never seen before, he didn't drink directly, but asked first.

"Deer milk."

Han Chenglian said that he explained to Wu with gestures, and when Wu figured it out, he hurriedly urged Wu to drink it quickly, otherwise it would not taste good when it got cold later.

Wu Yiyan drank half a sip, and after tasting it carefully, she felt that it was not particularly delicious, at least not as delicious as the salted broth and fish soup.

He kept paying attention to the stone that Han Cheng said, and after he figured out what Shenzi had made, he couldn't help being embarrassed. If Han Cheng hadn't called him, he would have put his head in his crotch and squatted on the ground for a while.

"Try it, it's delicious."

Han Cheng handed the bowl to Shishi with a smile on his face.

Adolescents have the most sensitive and complex emotions. Although Shi Shi is a primitive person, he also knows shyness.

Han Cheng attached great importance to Chinese characters and the best stones for Chinese learning, and he didn't want to leave any shadow in his heart because of this.

Shitou, with a red face, took the big bowl and almost put the whole bowl on his face, before he drank the last sip of milk.

With a bowl of stones on his face, tasting the fragrant deer milk, his eyes are a little moist...

(Book friends, please give me another ticket after reading it, please. This is the last time to ask for a ticket this week. Really, not really, you can fly a blade at me along the network cable——Mo Shoubai, who didn’t even wear a helmet)

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The little deer was very hurt, because since his job was robbed that day, every day after that, this person, a wolf, and a deer would come to share his milk.

It wants to stop this group of milk thieves, but its father doesn't help itself, not only does it not help, but also assists the two-legged beast to drive itself aside, preventing itself from coming over, so that the little two-legged beast can snatch itself milk.

Looking at the obscene old man with his mouth curled up to reveal a row of front teeth after taking a sip of milk, Xiao Lu strongly doubted whether he was his own...

Ever since he discovered deer milk that day, Han Cheng would come over to squeeze some every day.

According to the usual practice, some will be given to Uncle Lu who fights for milk for his own children, and the dog-legged son-leg Fu will share some, and the rest will be brought back to the tribe and boiled, then divided into three shares.

Han Cheng had about the same number as Wu, and the stone was the least, only half a mouthful, but he was very happy about it, because even the leader didn't have a share of the deer milk.

Considering the growth of Xiaolu, Han Cheng didn't squeeze too much, and squeezed out half a bowl every day.

Eating less milk will have little effect on the deer, because it can already eat grass and does not rely entirely on milk to survive.

The milked doe, Han Cheng, did not owe anything either. After each milking, she would be fed a few plants of washed rapeseed.

You know, these small rapeseeds were basically the patent of Uncle Lu in the past.

Under Han Cheng's control, the matter about deer milk formed a happy situation for everyone.

Of course, this has to ignore the aggrieved deer.

Because the production of deer milk is very small, currently in the Qingque tribe, the only ones who can drink deer milk are Han Cheng who is the son of God, Wu, and the stone who is being trained as the next witch.

No one thought there was anything wrong with this.

After all, deer are not cows. Once the deer grows to a certain age, the milk will gradually disappear, and it is impossible to provide stable milk all the time.

In order to be able to eat milk all the time, when Han Cheng is feeding Uncle Lu again, he will do ideological work with Uncle Lu when he is free, so that he will not wander around when he is free, and pamper his harem more, so that he can have milk to eat .

But this guy is not good, no matter what Han Cheng says, it is indifferent, if it is not short legs, Han Cheng will definitely kick its ass...

Day by day, the weather is getting warmer, and the ice and snow are beginning to melt. When the rapeseed on the west side of the wall emerges from under the ice and snow, it yawns with sleepy eyes, and then wakes up and starts to change from yellow to green. , Spring has truly arrived.

Spring is here, and many things that I wanted to do but couldn't do before can finally be done now.

After the shaman led the crowd to sacrifice to the god of heaven and the son of god standing aside, following the order of the elder brother, the people of the Qingque tribe started digging the earth and mud with the tools they had made in winter.

Under Han Cheng's proposal, the first thing to do was not to raise the fence, but to cover the unfinished deer roof with soil.

This is because with the advent of spring, the rain will increase. After the roof of the deer pen is made first, not only can the deer have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, but also the wooden products such as rafters and grids on the roof can be protected. Less exposure to rain reduces the chance of rotting.

The people of the original pig tribe, after getting along day and night for half a winter, have now fully integrated into the Qingque tribe.

They are very curious about the upcoming work.

The elder brother put the bone shovel on the ground, held the handle of the bone shovel with both hands, raised his right foot and stepped on the right side of the upper part of the bone shovel, and the sharp bone shovel sank into the wet soil.

He held the handle of the shovel with both hands and pulled it back slightly, a large piece of soil was lifted from the ground.

The rest of the people are also doing their own work.