I am a primitive

As long as a person lies down inside, it is as if they are stuck with super glue. If they want to get up again, they have to go through a period of painful struggle before they muster the courage to face the severe cold.

Witches are also not exempt.

He thought of it at first, but before he got up, Han Cheng came over first and said that his legs were not feeling well, did he sleep well last night, don't rush to get up, and rest on the kang.

He could get up if he wanted to, but after being told by Han Cheng, Wu also felt that his legs were really uncomfortable, and he didn't have anything to do when he got up. After thinking about it, he finally lay down until now.

Wu opened his eyes and looked at the roof, with both hands on the fur under his body, groping lightly, feeling the warmth, and suddenly regretted why he didn't move in earlier.

If I moved in earlier, I wouldn't have to suffer this crime.

Thinking this way, he also remembered the fact that the totem pole could not be moved lightly. Now that the totem pole was moved out of the inner hole, as a witch, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

This is what the Son of God asked to move...

After some hesitation and entanglement, Wu moved out the banner of Shenzi again. Thinking about it this way, he felt a lot of relief in his heart, and he felt more at ease lying on the kang...

Wu lay on the kang and turned his head back and forth to look at everything in the room. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. In his heart, the inner cave that he had lived in for decades was being replaced by this brand new house.

Well, the true fragrance theory is indeed an amazing theory.

Han Cheng got up quite early, climbed up the low wall along the wooden ladder, sprayed white air and looked outside, only to see a vast expanse of whiteness.

This is not snow, but a thick layer of frost.

No wonder it suddenly became so cold last night. It turned out that the frost fell so heavily. It was cold before the frost and cold after the snow. It really lived up to its reputation.

The sun also seems to be afraid of the cold, entangled like sleeping on a kang and not thinking of witches, it took a long time to rise from the east, and its face was rosy, as if it had a dream that shouldn't be dreamed and was still reminiscing ...

The sun rises, the frost disappears quickly, and the busy and fulfilling life of the Qingque tribe begins to continue.

After breakfast, the eldest brother and some other people put the bone shovel under their armpits, walked out of the gate of the tribe with their necks shrunk slightly and their hands in their sleeves, and then went to dig the unfinished fields.

Most of the rapeseed leaves that had been turned blue by the frost before were now withered and drooped listlessly on the ground.

A group of people including Liao, Mumu, Liang, and Heiwa did not dig the ground, but collected branches with a diameter of about one centimeter according to the instructions of Han Cheng, who was watching the growth of rapeseed there.

Some people wondered what the Son of God wanted these branches to do, but they still did.

It is of course useful for Han Cheng to ask for these branches, and they are still very useful.

Great use related to tribal security.

With the arrival of winter, safety issues must be grasped more closely. Fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-flying snakes are not just talking, but need to be done in earnest.

When the Tengshe tribe came to attack last winter, what impressed Han Cheng the most was not that the fence played a great role, but the dead trees hidden under the snow.

In that battle, these dead trees played a huge role, causing the people of the Tengshe tribe to lose their strength before they approached the wall. If not, the damage suffered by the Qingque tribe in the last battle would be huge. bigger.

With the continuous consumption, these trees on the periphery of the wall have basically been cleared up.

For the Qingque tribe, this undoubtedly lacked a powerful barrier out of thin air.

Although there is a protective wall ditch on the outside of the Qingque tribe, because it will become extremely cold in winter, the protective wall ditch will be frozen, so the role of the protective wall ditch will be greatly reduced in winter.

On this matter, some insightful people of the Qingque tribe had put forward their own opinions a long time ago, and wanted the Son of God to keep all these dead trees in order to guard the Qingque tribe.

These people included Wu, Senior Brother, Shang who had a detailed understanding of this battle, and Junior Brother Sha.

Han Cheng felt that it was a pity to leave so much wood here to spoil, so he insisted on clearing up all these trees.

But before talking about this, a solution to the defense is given first.

The solution is what lame et al are doing.

Lie picked up a two-meter-long branch with forks, estimated the distance, and placed it on a relatively thick trunk. Holding a wooden stone ax in his right hand, he cut it obliquely towards the trunk. go down.

According to Han Cheng's request, the branches they found were very hard, and even a quarter of them could not be cut off with a seemingly heavy axe.

The left hand that was lamely holding the branch turned the branch half a circle, cut it off with another axe, then dropped the stone axe, held the branch with both hands and folded it forcefully, and the branch broke from the fracture.

Then put it on the left hand side, where there is already a bunch of cut tree sections, about [-] centimeters long.

Seeing that Lai had already cut a bunch of tree sections, Han Chengcheng stopped the wood, and instead of looking for suitable branches, he started a fire not far away.

Take the cut tree sections and put them aside, pick up a few and put the two ends in the fire for a while, and then start to polish on the stones you brought in beforehand.

After both ends were sharpened, I stopped and put the polished sticks together.

After finding enough branches to form a big pile, Hei Wa and the others also stopped, brought another stone axe, and followed the lame one to quickly cut off the branches.

The rest of them were grinding the cut branches just like Han Cheng and Mu Mu.

Swinging a stone ax is not an easy job. After a while of operation, the lame is already sweating profusely. Even if the animal skin wrapped around his body is opened, the white mist is still transpiring on his head, as if his internal strength has reached the peak. The three flowers gather together and the five qi rise to the Yuan Dynasty.

Han Cheng looked at it for a while, then let the wood take over from the lame to cut the branches, and let the lame do the easier work of grinding the branches.

Hei Wa was also replaced.

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"Boom, boom, boom..."

After grinding out a large pile of sticks with sharp ends, the senior brother and the others also stopped digging the ground, and each of them took a stone and nailed the ground sticks to the ground.

The place where the wooden sticks are nailed is at the second line drawn outside the Qingque tribe.

With the increase of the wall, the throwing distance of the people in the Qingque tribe has been extended, but the two original lines have not changed, because the maximum throwing distance cannot bring the most powerful damage to the enemy.

Instead, it is better not to move these two lines.

In the past, when the wall was only two meters high, the people from the outside tribes were unable to throw their weapons on the wall from the second line and hurt people on the wall. Now the wall is much higher. At this distance, the Qingque tribe His safety is naturally not a problem.

So after some thinking and verification, Han Cheng decided to set up this defensive belt here.

The elder brother nailed a wooden stick to only a dozen centimeters, wiped the sweat off his brow, and looked at the "stick belt" that had been built in front of him with a width of about four meters. He was in a good mood.

He stood up and tried to put his foot on the stick he had just nailed.

Because it was nailed down with stones, the top of the wooden stick is not very sharp now. In addition, he wears straw sandals on his feet, and there are socks made of animal skin on the feet inside the straw sandals. I don't feel much pain either.

However, the joy on the elder brother's face has not diminished, because there are not many people in other tribes who wear straw sandals and socks like him.

He imagined that the people who came to attack their tribe rushed here, and before they had time to attack their own tribe, they tripped over the wooden stick, or fell when they stepped on the top of the wooden stick and their feet hurt, After his complexion turned pale, he showed a relieved look.

Falling in such a place full of relatively sharp sticks, the consequences...

Even if the injuries suffered by most of the people were not fatal, the people of the Qingque Tribe standing on the wall for defense were not puppets. They would take this opportunity to throw stone spears and stones here...