I am a primitive

Under the orders of the leader of the Green Tribe, the people of the Green Tribe took turns carrying the large tanks that were pitch-black outside, and at the same time walked very fast.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the tall and weird 'mountain wall' of the Qingque Tribe that he asked people to put down the vat, stretched out his already dark hands, which became even darker after being stained, and groped on the vat.

After doing this for a while, he finally couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and smiled happily in the direction of the Qingque tribe.

The leader of the Green Tribe was extremely proud of being able to exchange those things for these three precious pottery, especially this big vat.

The same is true for the rest of the Green Tribe. Surrounding the three pieces of pottery, they shouted and jumped happily, expressing their admiration for the wisdom of the leader in their unique way.

While jumping and jumping, from time to time, someone would dip some black ash outside the big tank with their hands, laughing and wiping it off their companions or other places, playing with each other very happily.

After venting the uncontrollable joy in their hearts, the members of the green tribe, who had doubled in strength, carried the precious things they had exchanged energetically, and walked quickly towards their own tribe.

They couldn't wait to see the people who stayed in the tribe and picked fruits near the tribe, happy after seeing these three pieces of pottery.

After watching a group of people from the Green Tribe leave, convinced that they would not hear the noise from here again, a certain son of God, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't restrain himself and laughed loudly regardless of his appearance.

"This! Good stuff, it can fill us up! No one will starve to death again!"

After Han Cheng laughed wildly, he loudly announced the great news of the day to the curious crowd around him.

He thought they would be as overjoyed as he was when they heard the news, but everyone's reaction was far less enthusiastic than he had imagined.

After thinking about it, I understood. After all, since I got the fish cage out, the people of the Qingque tribe have lived a life without worrying about food.

Now I tell them with this thing that they have never seen before, which the senior brother spat out after taking a sip, with this thing, there will be no fear of starvation, so naturally their feelings will not be too great.

Han Cheng sniffled, it seems that this is too good, and what he did is too avant-garde is not too good.

Shenzi Han, who felt so cold at the height, waved his hand to tell everyone to do what they should do. He smirked at the nearly two-trunk-headed millet ears by himself, lying in the millet field while making the corn ear yellow, smelling the The unique fragrance, through the gap between ears of millet, looks at the dream of the high blue sky.

Wu came over and squatted beside the smirking Han Cheng, picked up an ear of millet from the tree trunk, and looked back and forth in front of his eyes, trying to see the difference.

He wanted to know what kind of thing it was that made the Son of God so happy and obsessed. He was also very concerned about what the Son of God said, so that the Qingque Tribe would never starve to death. .

He looked at it for a while, then took some grass seed-like things from it with rough hands, put them in the palm, and then put them in his mouth, chewing slowly with a few missing teeth, tasting the taste of this thing.

The taste is not good, compared with ordinary grass seeds, it just lacks some bitterness or other weird tastes.

Chewing in the mouth, the same teeth, compared with fish soup, broth and other fruits and vegetables, it is much worse.

Han Cheng came back from the golden imagination, and saw Wu who was looking at the ear of grain in his hand and chewing carefully, with a smile on his face, the saying that an old man is like a treasure is indeed correct.

Han Cheng took the ear of grain from Wu's hand, weighed it a few times in his hand, feeling that it was much lighter than the ear of later generations, and then told Wu the name of the thing with a smile.

Then he told Wu that this food is not eaten like this, it needs to be processed before it tastes delicious.

Hearing what Han Cheng said, Wu's eyes couldn't help but brighten up, because he suddenly remembered that the originally extremely unpalatable stone turned into delicious salt after passing through the hands of the Son of God.

The millet that is not delicious now, after Shenzi's treatment...

Wu became extremely looking forward to it.

As the elder of the tribe, he is very concerned about every new thing that can be eaten.

Han Cheng carried a bunch of corn ears in both hands, and walked towards the cave with some difficulty.

Find an empty pottery basin, pick up an ear of millet and rub it in with your hands.

Wu watched Han Cheng's movements for a while, and then came over to do this together.

After taking down a small half of the pot, Han Cheng cleaned up the hole on the big rock that the Qingque Tribe used to smash 'Papa' before, and then put a few handfuls of millet in it, and found another one of suitable length and thickness. Come over, hold it with your hand, put the relatively round and relatively large end against the stone pit where the millet is placed, and wave it up and down to pound the rice.

Since these guys despise this food as bad, then I have to make it myself, cook it well, and cry for these primitive people who have never seen the world, to see if they dare to underestimate the respected people. The grain that is the first of the five grains!

Han Shenzi, who felt neglected and wanted to justify Guzi's name, was thinking in his heart while holding the wooden stick and hitting him up and down.

Han Cheng is not worried about keeping the seeds.

The millet is harvested in autumn, and now there is still half an autumn, a winter, and half a spring before planting millet. It takes almost half a year in total, and there is no rush to plant it.

And from the leader of the Green Tribe, he learned that there are still a lot of millet there. According to the temperament of the leader of the Green Tribe who loves to take advantage of small things, after he said that he can exchange pottery with animal skins and millet, he must Will come again with millet.

It’s okay to eat some at this time.

To be honest, it has been almost two years since I came here, and the whole day is either barbecue or broth and vegetables. I haven't tasted the staple food of later generations. Han Cheng also misses it very much. After seeing the millet, he couldn't wait to eat some.

Whether it is millet or rice, it is not easy to peel off the shell, otherwise, the ancient times would not have pounded rice as a punishment.

Of course, the difficulty mentioned here refers to before the appearance of various machines.

Han Cheng has realized this difficulty now, but it was just a pit of millet. There was already sweat on his forehead, and his hands were numb and achy from the shock.

But when I saw the yellowish millet mixed with the millet husks in the stone pit, I didn't think it was a big deal.

He put down the stick, grabbed a handful from the pit, and blew it clean with his mouth.

The empty millet husks flew away one after another, leaving half of the golden millet in their hands.

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Putting the golden millet into the black pottery bowl, it looked even more attractive. The witch who was stroking the millet into the pottery bowl held the bowl in front of his eyes for a closer look, and felt that this thing was much more beautiful than before.

Looking forward to the deliciousness that Shenzi said.

Han Cheng pounded two pits of millet in a row, sweating already.

He thought for a while, and called the lame who was weaving the circular wooden raft in the courtyard. After a demonstration, the work of pounding rice fell into the hands of the lame.

For Shenzi's instructions, Liao has always followed Shenzi's instructions. He waved his two increasingly powerful arms, holding the wood, imitating Shenzi's appearance, and pounded vigorously into the stone pit.

Under severe punishment, those millet husks are not allowed to dedicate their privately hidden millet.

With the addition of lame and acting as the main force, Han Cheng suddenly became lighter.

He only needs to clean up the millet that has been pounded. This is a relatively meticulous and labor-saving job, but it makes him dizzy after blowing repeatedly for a long time.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The cave of the Qingque Tribe rang again and again, which seemed a little dull, but very rhythmic.

Some sleeping babies were disturbed, their eyes were squinting, their feet were kicking, their hands were tightly clenched into small fists, and they were held up on both sides of their tilted heads, with toothless mouths open. Mouth, crying and screaming, venting his anger for getting up.

The primitive woman guarding not far away went over, picked her up, put some blackened nipples into her mouth, and the crying little guy calmed down in an instant, greedily eating the nectar-like juice.

After he was full, he stared at his dark eyes and refused to fall asleep. He didn't know what the little man saw or thought of, so he grinned silently with his toothless mouth.

It is not wrong for people to describe the sky in June with a child's face, and it really changes as it says.