I am a primitive

Because of the pain, his body was trembling slightly.

There was blood all over his left arm.

Some have dried up, and some have just flowed out.

But the new flow is not so much.

He returned to the cave, came to a container, picked up the water in it with his right hand, and washed his left arm.

His left arm can no longer be raised, he can only move it a little bit, and many places are swollen and scary.

After washing off the blood on his arm, the primitive man stood up with his still intact right arm supporting the stone wall.

After standing still and resting for a while, the adult walked outside.

After a while, he came outside the cave and stopped.

Where he stood, there was a lot of spilled rice.

These rice were thrown out by the children of their tribe not long ago, and the rice that the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe left when he was leaving.

He stood here looking at the rice for a while, then sighed, shook his head, and squatted down slowly with his right hand on his knee.

Then he started to use his hands to pick up the rice scattered on the ground and grab the animal skin.

He took this matter very seriously.

After grabbing the large pile of rice, he used his fingers to pick up the rice grains scattered on the ground one by one, and placed them on the animal skin wrapped on the ground.

After doing this for a while, the grown-up man picked up the rice grains scattered on the ground.

He squatted here, rested for a while, and then began to tie the animal skin with his hands.

The rice is placed on top of the animal skin. If the animal skin is not tied first, it is very difficult to remove the rice on it. Just lift it with your hands, and the rice will spill all over the ground.

So even if the hand is very inconvenient, he still insists on tying it up first.

One hand wants to tie the package, except for a few people with extremely strong skills, the rest of the people simply don't have such ability.

It was also because of this that after trying with his right hand for a while and finding that he couldn't do it at all, the adult had to slowly stretch out his injured left arm, which didn't use much strength at all.

With his left hand, he reluctantly grabbed a corner of the leather, and cooperated with his right hand to wrap the animal skin and fasten it.

The process was not smooth, and it took the person quite a while.

There was also sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a while, the adult who was holding the package in his right hand stood up and walked towards the tribal cave with his body shaking a little.

When he came to the cave, he put down the package in his hand, squatted down, clasped the pitted stone on the ground with his hands, and exerted force with his body. After a while, he lifted it up.

After finishing this work, the man was panting heavily, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

After resting here for a while, the man bent down and untied the package on the ground, reached out and grabbed several handfuls inside, then picked up the stick that had fallen from the ground, held it with his hand, and started Pound the rice one by one.

The work of pounding rice is carried out with both hands holding a wooden stick, and it is too strenuous to hold it with one hand.

A person in good health, holding it with one hand, after a while, will be too tired and uncomfortable.

Not to mention, this primitive man suffered a severe beating not long ago.

After holding it a few times, sweat was all over the body and face, and the breath in the mouth became uneven.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

In the cave, there was a sound that was much smaller than before.

A male primitive man with a basically immobile arm and a lot of dust on his body stood here, holding a wooden stick with one arm, pounding rice here again and again, as if he didn't know how tired he was.

Not long ago, when the rice was being pounded, the tribe was full of joy and laughter. Now that the rice is being pounded, there is only one person left in the tribe, a person who was seriously injured, his body was shaking uncontrollably, Pound the rice again and again here.

He looked extremely weak and exhausted, but he didn't stop much, just pounding rice here again and again...

Time flew by, and before you knew it, it was already night.

In the somewhat messy cave, there is the smell of food permeating the air.

This kind of aroma is extremely attractive, far from being comparable to those foods eaten in the tribe before.

During the day, in the seemingly empty cave, there were many more people at this time.

This is the person who went to get food elsewhere, and returned.

If it was in the past, when there was such a scent of food permeating the caves of the tribe, the people in the tribe would be extremely happy, and the atmosphere would be very good, as lively as the New Year of the Qingque tribe.

But now, the atmosphere in the tribe is very depressing, so dull that it makes people breathless.

Many people in the tribe sat quietly like this, or leaned against the stone wall, in a daze.

Everyone's hearts seemed to be weighed down by a heavy stone.

After a while like this, the man who had been beaten by the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe and whose left arm could basically be declared useless stood up, picked up the bowl from the stack of bowls with his usable right hand, and gave them one by one. Standing next to a large earthenware container of food.

The pottery bowls in the tribe are far from enough for one person.

So after a while, the bowls placed here began to look strange.

Some are hewn from stone, others from wood...

After arranging these bowls, the man began to use his right hand to hold a very simple wooden bowl with a long handle, and put rice into these bowls from the large pottery.

Many people in the tribe looked over, and after looking at it, they turned their heads back to the original position and continued with the previous work.

There are also some people who feel incomprehensible or angry.

The tribe has already encountered such bad things, but you still only want to eat? !

How can this be eaten!

The man didn't care about these things, he just served food there.

Even his right arm was about to lose consciousness, and he didn't use much strength. He held a spoonful of rice in his hand, which seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he was still serving the rice quietly.

After a while, he filled all the rice bowls placed here in such a heavy atmosphere.

"@#￥@##￥......"

He put down the spoon-like thing and greeted the people in the tribe to eat.