I am a primitive

Those Bone Tribe members who were injured and stayed here and couldn't escape for a while, suffered a great crime.

After experiencing that stones and feathered arrows greeted them whenever they moved, they all lay obediently on the ground, not even daring to cry out.

Fear and pain, at a certain time, can make people smart...

The twenty-eighth chapter of the sword is not old witch

Of the eighteen people who followed Han Cheng, half were male and half were male.

Among the people left behind, the second senior brother, who is familiar with the use of slings, is the leader.

The reason why he was not allowed to follow was that the tribe needed someone to be in charge, and the second was that the sling was more suitable for defense than hunting.

The third is that this guy is too big and takes up too much space on the boat. Not only is he uncomfortable, but the boat is also uncomfortable. Han Cheng is even more uncomfortable when he looks at it. He is always worried that he will sink the boat.

So he stayed, and most of the remaining eight adult males were lame, wooden, and Heiwa, who were not considered professional fighters.

There are 27 adult females staying in the tribe.

Except for one who was giving birth, the rest came to the wall and participated in this great "Battle of the Green Sparrow".

With the experience of the defensive battle that the Tengshe tribe invaded in the winter of the second year of Qingque, the people of the Qingque tribe also seemed to be somewhat familiar with dealing with the aftermath of the war.

After waiting for a while to confirm safety, half of the people came out of the fence with rattan shields and stone spears.

The injured adult male was mercilessly stabbed to death, and the injured adult female was spared her life in extreme panic.

There were only two wounded left behind. This was because there were four injured people who were killed by the second attack of the Qingque tribe on the way to jump after being injured.

Two terrified female primitives were dragged back to the tribe.

The remaining nine corpses, after the feather arrows stuck in them were pulled out one by one, were brought together, pulled to a place far away from the Qingque tribe, and set on fire...

Wu was very angry, this bone tribe, their own tribe provided them with delicious salt, and they actually came to attack their own tribe!

It's really outrageous!

At this time, Wu has selectively forgotten the plan of relying on salt that made his heart flutter.

Wu was very angry, so the consequences were extremely serious.

After treating the wounds of the two female primitives according to the method taught by Shenzi before, he slapped their faces several times in a row.

While smoking, he muttered and cursed something.

The two primitive females, who were already terrified at the moment, curled up and dared not move after being whipped by his big-eared melon seeds, and let out an uncontrollable cry from time to time.

Knowing that Wu is beating two primitive females, but not knowing that Wu is still young and showing great glory...

Everything that happened here, Han Cheng and others who were far down the river did not know.

At this time, they were paddling their boats, constantly approaching the tribe.

Each boat had four oars, two at the bow and two at the stern.

Two people exerted force, and the four oars fluctuated together. Although the boat was sailing against the current, the speed was faster than expected.

The clouds in the sky, the vegetation on both sides of the river, and the birds in the sky are all reflected in the water one by one.

It gives people a wonderful feeling of a boat passing on the water and a person swimming in the painting.

As they got closer and closer to the tribe, including Han Cheng, they all wished they could run into the tribe all at once.

In the clay pot used as a vase in the boat, besides the Bupleurum bupleurum that was well taken care of, there were a few more plants. It was the wild hemp plants that Han Cheng asked to dig up on the way back.

Although he knew that he would come again in autumn, when the wild hemp would mature, he still wanted to take some back.

When you go out for a long trip, you always have to bring something back to the tribe.

The milk tea girl held a bowl in her hand, and reached into the bowl with her other small hand to scoop up some water, following Han Cheng's example, and poured it on top of the bupleurum and wild hemp planted in the pot.

Her illness has been completely cured. I learned from Han Cheng that this thing called Bupleurum cured her illness, so these days, I have been very concerned about these things that Han Cheng planted in the jar. .

After getting along for a period of time, Milk Tea Girl is no longer as timid as she was when she first came, and has become a lot more lively.

However, her liveliness was only limited to Han Cheng. When facing adults like senior elder brother, she still seemed timid, like a frightened deer that would run away at any time.

This may have something to do with the fact that she was thrown into the fire by adults and burned to death when she was in the tribe.

"Milk tea girl."

Han Cheng shouted.

She immediately looked towards Han Cheng.

Han Cheng pointed to the bow of the boat with a smile, and said to her, "Write."

The milk tea girl put down the pottery bowl she was holding, put both hands in front of her eyes to identify for a while, found out her right hand, dipped the water in the bowl with the index finger of her right hand, relying on the vague memory in her mind, clumsily And earnestly wrote stroke by stroke on the bow.

The writing is crooked and very irregular, especially the first word 'milk', those who don't know it think it is two characters.

"Milk~tea~sister~!"

After finishing writing, Milk Tea Girl pointed to the word "milk" that was already about to disappear, and the next two words, which looked awkward and awkward, and read each word after a while.

After reading it, I thought about it and pointed to myself.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded at her, rubbing his body on her head.

Milk Tea Girl is very smart. Han Cheng would teach her to speak some simple Mandarin from time to time along the way, such as Bupleurum and Milk Tea Girl, which she memorized and said.

I can also write my own name.

The milk tea girl who was praised by Han Cheng and rubbed her head by Han Cheng showed a happy smile,

Two shofar braids, flickering.

This is of course Han Cheng's handwriting.

The milk tea girl's hair should have not been washed since she was born, and it was as messy as a chicken coop.

When she was almost recovered, Han Chengcheng boiled water and washed her hair with plant ash.

After washing it, I can't get it out.

So when it was done, it was carefully burned by Han Cheng with fire.