I am a primitive

The fact that Daozi's long legs ran from Mizusawa to lie down here on his own initiative, and let himself dry in the sun was really shocking.

Even if he came from a later life and has seen the world, he has only heard of the incident where he took the initiative to run into the Rolls Royce and lie down obediently. The rice ran down from the pole by itself and came to lie down on the threshing floor. It's so good to dry yourself out, and I've never heard of it.

Could it be that these rice grains have become refined?

Or is it true that I was given some incredible ability by the witch and the others, which can affect these things invisibly?

If this is true, it would be too awesome!This is completely a human flesh combine harvester!

It wasn't just Han Cheng who was surprised, but everyone in the Qingque Tribe who came with Han Cheng was completely stunned. The current situation was really beyond their expectations.

Influenced by the Son of God, they have been worrying that the mature rice will be eaten by birds and birds all the way, and they are still thinking about how to harvest the rice that has never been planted after they come here. Is it the same as harvesting soybeans and millet? Same.

Unexpectedly, after coming here, the rice has been harvested and punched out!

This matter is too mysterious!

Fortunately, they have seen many miraculous things with the Son of God over the years, and basically have a strong psychological endurance. Otherwise, if this incident happened in the past, many people would have to worship it.

Just like the people of the nose ring and earring tribe, when facing their tribe.

Han Cheng took a few steps forward, came to the rice that was spread out to dry, squatted down and looked at the rice carefully.

After looking at it like this for a while, he picked up a few grains of rice with his hands, and used his nails to snap off the outer shell, revealing the crystal-clear rice inside.

There are really a lot of good people in this world. I waited for someone to come late, but someone actually helped my tribe, harvested and dried the rice.

Han Cheng thought with emotion in his heart, and by the way, he sent a good person card to those who did good deeds but did not leave a name.

As a person who grows up under the red flag and knows the truth that the world is material, he only thought about it in a far-fetched place at the beginning. After the initial surprise passed, Han Cheng's rationality quickly Just came back.

It is not difficult to know that the rice was harvested and dried here, because there are marks drawn by fingers on the spread rice, and a few not so obvious footprints.

It was also for this reason that Han Cheng did not hesitate to hand out the good person card to this person he had never met.

Taking his eyes away from the spread rice, Han Cheng looked around, and easily found more traces of people who lived here.

The dry firewood piled up on one side, the trampled path around the slave hut, and some fresh-looking fruit peels and cores all told him that after they left, someone visited him and took them with him. The slave hut built by the people and lived here.

"Come on, let's go to the room and have a look."

Han Cheng withdrew his gaze from a distance and landed on the slave hut where the doors and windows were still tightly closed. Then he stood up and said to the second senior brother and others who were still surprised.

Hearing Han Cheng's greeting, everyone woke up a little bit, and the second senior brother was about to go to the slave hut at the first, ready to open the door.

However, Han Cheng stopped him.

"Don't worry, grab your weapon first, and then open the door after preparing for defense."

Han Cheng said out loud.

All signs have shown that the slave hut built by them has been inhabited, and these people should still be living here.

There might be someone in the room. If you open the door rashly without making any preparations at this time, it is very likely that people in your own tribe will be injured. This is not what Han Cheng wants to see.

When Han Cheng said this, the second senior brother also stopped.

Afterwards, everyone formed a formation with weapons as they usually trained, and half surrounded the entire slave hut by the way.

As the Son of God, Han Cheng was still firmly protected, surrounded by rattan shields with bronze spikes on all sides.

"The people inside come out! You are surrounded!"

"The people inside come out! You are surrounded!"

After making these preparations, Han Cheng, who had watched too many gangster movies, began to speak in pure Mandarin to the slave hut with the door closed.

The people inside definitely couldn't understand what he was yelling, but it didn't matter, he just wanted to let the people who might be hiding inside know that someone outside was coming to startle them, and he didn't want them to understand own shoutout.

After shouting like this three or four times, it was still quiet inside, and Han Cheng asked someone to open the door.

Of course, it's still a more careful one, with the person holding the rattan shield standing in front and stopping at a certain distance from the door, and then a person holding a long dagger will use a long dagger to randomly hit the door knocker. The entangled vines were pushed away, and then the goalkeeper was pushed away with the long dagger.

Seeing that there was no one in the room next to the door, Han Cheng asked a dozen or so new slaves from the tribe to go in first to investigate with tools such as copper shovels and hoes.

Slaves are used in this way, and the tiring and dangerous work must be distributed to them first.

According to Han Cheng's intention, these ten or so slaves carefully entered the house with tools...

In the house that was somewhat darkened by the smoke, Han Cheng squatted in front of two piles of ashes surrounded by stones, and used a wooden stick to push the two piles of ashes away.

Inside the ashes that had been removed, there were still some charcoal that had not been completely extinguished.

It seems that these people have not been away for too long.

He thought so.

However, this is not what interests him the most. What interests him most is something else.

His eyes fell on the two blackened clay pots beside the fire.

These two pots were found in the inner room.

The two clay pots are not small, larger than the pottery pots commonly used by the Qingque tribe to fetch water.

However, the 'ears' are not made on the upper part near the edge.

This is interesting.

Since coming to this world, apart from his own tribe, the only tribe that Han Cheng has seen that can make pottery is a half-agricultural tribe.

However, the pottery fired by the Bannong tribe is extremely primitive and rough. It is not as exquisite as the two pottery pots in front of us, and it is not as big as the two pottery pottery found now.

Of course, this so-called exquisiteness is only the result of comparing it with the pottery made by the Bannong tribe. If compared with the pottery made by the Qingque tribe, these two pottery were instantly killed and turned into scum scum.

But, that's surprising enough.

What was surprising was not only these, he moved his eyes away from the two blackened clay pots that were burnt outside, and then reached out to pick up a wooden container in the shape of an '8'.

That's right, this '8' shaped container is a gourd.

It's just that I don't know how to call grandpa, and I don't want to bully female goblins.

Gourds are a natural good container.

Whether it is hollowed out to hold water, wine, or a small amount of rapeseed, or sawn from the middle to make two scoops, it is very easy to use.

At least the ones on the road are used to hold water, which is more suitable for carrying than the tribal clay pots.