I am a primitive

Here in Jinguan City of the Qingque Tribe, Mao, who led the tribe out for trade, came here again.

With the return of the trade team, many strange-shaped stones and other things appeared in the tribe again.

Looking forward to the return of Mao and others, Han Cheng went up to greet them again. Not long after, he began to check the stones brought back by Mao and others one by one.

This time, he found two pieces of suspected iron ore among the stones brought back by Mao and others, which made Han Chengzhi very happy...

"Ah~"

The cold wind swept across the high wall of Jinguan City, messing up the hair of God Son Han who was sitting on the wall.

There was a sound in the cold wind, and there was a long sigh.

Of course Han Cheng was melancholy, because after some means of testing, he found that the two suspected iron ore stones were only suspected iron ore, not real iron ore...

Faced with such a fact, it would be strange if he was not melancholy.

After all, he wanted to smelt things like iron a long time ago, but until now, apart from using iron bacteria to get some iron, he still had nothing to do with iron ore smelting...

Chapter 13 The last day of Qingque's [-] years (two in one)

The cold wind blows across the earth, taking away vitality and warmth, leaving only death and coldness.

"@#@#SSDD!"

In such weather, there was a series of loud shouts.

A man with disheveled hair waved a weapon in his hand, and led the rest of the men with disheveled hair, brandishing their weapons, and charged towards other people.

This state, as well as behavior, looks like crazy!

In the cold wind and in the loud shouts, people from both sides quickly touched each other.

The stone with rust pierced into the body, and a little blood flower bloomed.

The temperature in the blood was quickly taken away by the cold wind, making it as cold as a stone pierced into the body.

In the splash of blood, someone staggered and fell to the ground, and in their widened eyes, life quickly disappeared.

Hollow and lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the gloomy, empty sky...

As night falls, the bonfire is burning, and the smell of barbecue permeates with the wind in the night.

The flickering flames illuminated the faces.

There is very little flesh on the face, and it lacks rosiness.

It was the warm and ruddy firelight that shone on them, adding some brilliance to these faces.

Everyone gathered here, but no one spoke.

Everyone devoured their food voraciously and greedily.

The leader of the Liya tribe and some other stronger people in the tribe held the roasted meat and bit it wantonly.

After taking a few mouthfuls, I will drink two more mouthfuls of the boiled broth...

Only the leaders of the Liya tribe and the strong people in the tribe have a share of the hunger-resistant thing like barbecue.

The rest of the people can only drink the broth that is boiled in clay pots.

In order to make the broth more resistant to hunger, a lot of excavated grass roots were put into the clay pot.

Although there is not much thick broth, it is far less hungry than barbecue, but for these people, it is already a rare delicacy.

Therefore, everyone ate extremely greedily, and some people even ooze sweat on their foreheads...

The sun rose from the southeast with a low temperature, and the Liya tribesmen who had eaten food once again set off from the same place and walked in one direction.

On the ground after they left, there were burnt ashes and some gnawed bones.

These bones are no longer complete.

They were smashed into pieces with stones, and the bone marrow wrapped inside had disappeared.

Although these bones are not complete, they can still see the shadows of some things from their remaining outlines.

The sun shone down and fell on these broken bones, revealing some glaring white...

The leader of the Liya tribe with disheveled hair, holding a weapon in his hand, led the people in the tribe and walked forward.

While walking, he kept looking around.

It's about finding something to eat.

These things may or may not be meat, as long as they are something that can satisfy the hunger after eating, the leader of the Liya tribe wants it and will not refuse it.

On the way of searching like this, he was also looking forward to meeting some people.

Because this means that the people in their tribe will get a lot of food!

It's not just him who thinks this way, has such a desire, and the people in the tribe who follow him also have the same idea.

In the past, the people of the Liya tribe were still kind, and they would feel uneasy about robbing the rest of the tribe.

Before robbing the Nest Tribe, they thought about taking only part of the food and leaving enough food for the Nest Tribe to satisfy their hunger, so as to prevent the Nest Tribe from falling into survival crisis due to lack of food.

However, such kindness, as the cruel reality imposed cruel things on them little by little, the kindness in their hearts was rapidly fading, and finally disappeared without a trace.

When their stomachs and their lives have been seriously threatened, when they think of the robbing, they will not feel ashamed anymore, but will feel unbearable. Instead, they only worry that there will be fewer things to rob.

Those who were listed as objects of robbing and could be used as food were not only limited to food, but also those who had food!

The cold wind kept blowing, blowing the leader of the Liya Tribe, the messy hair on his head.

He led the people in the tribe and walked forward. The eyes hidden behind the messy hair did not show any emotion, as if they had become like the wind, and everything in the wind had become cold. It has become less warm...

The passage of time is unstoppable, slow but fast.

Here in the main tribe of Qingque, there is already heavy snow covering it.

The one who likes rainy days the most is the children, drenched in the rain, stepping on the water in the puddles with their feet, playing in the puddles, such things can't be enough.

Similarly, the person who likes snow the most is also a child.

The jubilant children in the snow looked like lambs that had just been released from the sheepfold, not to mention the end of that joy!

In the room where the window paper was pasted, the kang was already on fire, and it was very warm.