I am a primitive

From the voice, he could already hear who was saying this.

And also understand what this sentence means.

Because along the way, he has heard such a sentence from the god son of the Qingque tribe more than once.

Every time after saying this sentence, the god son of this tribe would walk towards a place not far away, and watch something carefully in the past.

The things he watched were all kinds of strange things.

Sometimes it's a tree, sometimes it's a clump of grass, sometimes it's a flower, and sometimes it's even more extreme, just some stones.

This continuous behavior made the hunchbacked primitive man puzzled.

In the past, he thought that the god son of the Qingque tribe was very smart.

But now, under this series of bewildering behaviors, the hunchbacked primitive doubted his previous thoughts.

Perhaps, I really thought wrong before.

This god son of the Qingque tribe is not smart at all.

Not only is he not smart, but even the thoughts in his heart are somewhat touching.

Thinking this way in his heart, he stopped and turned his head to watch.

Sure enough, just as he had imagined, the god son of the Qingque tribe started to perform that puzzling behavior again.

I saw him who stopped everyone in the team, walked quickly towards a place not far away, and then stopped in front of a piece of grass, watching the grass very seriously.

This kind of grass is not particularly tall, it is higher than the knee of Shenzi of Qingque Tribe.

The stem is not thin, about the thickness of a finger, and the whole body is green.

The color of the leaves is similar to the color of the stems, some are narrow and long, and look a bit like bamboo leaves.

There is no branch on the stem, and there is only one whole body. The leaves grow up layer by layer, and the distance between the upper leaf and the lower leaf is about two centimeters.

Han Chengzai looked carefully at the clump of grass in front of him, with a look of thought in his eyes.

He seemed to have seen this kind of grass in later generations, but he didn't remember what it was for a while.

After doing this for a while, Han Cheng's eyes lit up, and the image of a thing clearly jumped out of his mind, and gradually overlapped with the plant he saw in front of him.

"Bring me a brass shovel!"

Han Cheng spoke a little excitedly, turned his head and said back, and stretched out his hand at the same time.

Standing aside, Mao quickly untied a short-handled copper shovel from the donkey beside him, and handed it to Han Cheng, then looked at the grass with anticipation, anticipating what Han Cheng would do next. .

Unlike the hunchbacked primitive man who felt that Han Cheng's behavior was inexplicable, Mao was full of expectations for such a thing.

Because, through this seemingly strange behavior, Shenzi found millet, soybeans, hemp, Bupleurum, lotus root, rice, sweet millet stalks, copper ore and other things for the tribe.

It is also because of these things that the tribe can live such a good life and the tribe can become so strong.

Now, the Son of God started to act like this again, how could he not expect it?

Although Shenzi's previous actions all ended in failure, and he didn't find anything that would be of great use to the tribe, but this did not prevent Mao from still looking forward to Shenzi's behavior.

After all, what if it really works?

Wouldn't it be that his own tribe wanted to produce some more useful things?

Not only him, but the other Qingque tribesmen who followed behind him who knew the situation were also looking at Han Cheng with great interest and anticipation, looking forward to Han Cheng's next actions. Some people wanted to come forward to see See if I can help.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Han Cheng took the short-handled copper shovel handed over by Mao, and then shoveled down the roots of the bush in front of him.

A few days ago, it rained here, and it has not completely dried up until now. The soil is relatively moist, so it is relatively easy to dig.

Han Cheng didn't waste much effort, he had already dug several copper shovels of soil, and dug out a small hole at the root of the vegetation.

After digging down a few times, something emerged from the small hole dug.

Han Cheng quickly stopped what he was doing, bent down and picked up the lumpy thing and held it in his hand.

Just at the first glance, some smiles appeared on Han Cheng's face.

This thing is exactly like the one in his impression!

Basically, it has been confirmed that this thing is the kind of thing he is familiar with.

However, for the sake of safety, Han Cheng did not jump to conclusions in such a hurry.

He asked Mao to take off the kettle he was carrying with him, pull out the plug, and then poured water outside, starting to rinse the root in his hand.

With the washing, the true face of the rhizome soon appeared in front of Han Cheng.

This piece of rhizome is relatively yellow as a whole, and it looks wet because it has just been flushed.

So far, Han Cheng has basically been able to confirm that this thing is what he thinks about.

But in order to completely confirm this matter, he still resorted to the ultimate trick - snapped off a small piece with his fingernail, put it in his mouth, and tasted it himself.

The hunched primitive man standing aside and looking at Han Cheng couldn't help being a little dumbfounded after seeing Han Cheng's action.

Apart from being stunned, there was also some dark psychology of astonishment and jokes.

Because he knew this kind of thing, and had tasted it himself a long time ago, the taste was absolutely indescribable, it was not a delicious thing.

Now, the son of God of the Qingque Tribe actually dug out such a thing from the soil and gave it to his mouth. Such a scene is really exciting.

Let you make people threaten us!Let you be unreasonable!Keeping you from giving us tribal food...

The hunchbacked primitive man muttered fiercely in his heart.

At the same time, there are also some other thoughts arising from my heart.

This son of the Qingque Tribe doesn't seem very wise. He knows that this food is so unpalatable, it is not suitable for food at all, but he doesn't know, and he wants to taste it for himself...

Under the expectant gaze of the hunchbacked primitive man, Han Cheng chewed the root with his teeth, and a familiar, spicy taste filled his mouth.

Han Dashenzi, who hadn't tasted this kind of taste for a long time, almost didn't cry because of it.

It's really not easy!

After coming here for so many years, he finally found something familiar again.

This kind of thing is very common in later generations, and it can be said that it is a must-have for every family.