I am a primitive

For example, the tall wall like a mountain wall, this big house that is more comfortable to live in than a cave...

It was late at night, this primitive girl who came to a new tribe, her head was full of novelty and shock, finally couldn't bear the sleepiness, after moving something that was always painful in a daze, she completely lost consciousness...

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In the next few days, under the leadership of Han Cheng, the focus of work of the Qingque tribe was all shifted to preparing for the capture of the bone tribe.

Han Cheng has been thinking about possible situations and corresponding strategies.

From time to time, I will discuss with the elder brother and the witch, and sometimes I will call everyone to make arrangements.

The members of the Qingque Tribe, some of whom were repairing their weapons, and those who often participated in the training, sometimes met and cooperated with each other to perform some attacks and other drills according to the requirements of the Son of God.

In such an atmosphere, time passed by every minute and every second, and five days passed in the blink of an eye.

The east was pale, and the darkness slowly faded away. After a night of deep sleep, everything in the spirit was nourished, and they all woke up.

The atmosphere of the Qingque Tribe is different from the past. In the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, there is an extra thing that is not very clear, called chilling.

The gate of the wall was open, and 30 people lined up in four teams, led by their respective captains, standing in an open space in front of the gate.

They are the Qingque warriors who are about to go out!

In front of the queue stood Han Cheng, the man in charge of the armed forces.

On a crude table set up temporarily with stones and wood, there is half a tank of warm water.

A pheasant with fluttering wings cut its nesting neck by a stone knife, and its blood fell into the water, blooming peach blossoms.

After stirring with a long-handled spoon, bowls of light red warm water were sent to the hands of all the soldiers.

"...Safety first, I will prepare a celebration banquet and wait for your return... Do it!"

After Han Cheng finished his uninspiring swearing-in speech, he raised the warm boiled water mixed with blood in his hand, raised his neck, and gulped it down.

Without wine, I can only make do with this.

All the people who were preparing to go to battle also raised their bowls, imitating the Son of God, and drank with their necks up.

It's just that they drank too carefully, no water slipped down their chins, and they looked a little less heroic.

"Snapped!"

Han Cheng drank the water from the bowl in a fit of anger, and threw the bowl in his hand to the ground forcefully.

"Clap clap clap..."

The rest of the people who drank the water subconsciously followed Shenzi's movements and threw the bowls in their hands to the ground.

After doing this action, many people regretted it, and quickly reached out to pick it up. How could they get it back?The bowl is broken.

It was supposed to be a very solemn and passionate ceremony, but at this most handsome moment, it failed.

Han Cheng wanted to laugh, but tried hard to hold back.

"set off!"

He waited for a while, then raised his arms and gave a loud cry.

The people who were preparing to go out were infected by this ritual that they had never experienced before, and felt that their blood was a little boiling, and they didn't have any fear, but this bowl fell a little bit distressed...

Following Han Cheng's start and shout, everyone in the Qingque Tribe turned around, took weapons and food, and headed towards the Bone Tribe.

Han Cheng and Wu, as well as other people who kept their hands, stood in front of the gate without moving. They watched the senior brother and them disappear before they packed up their things, returned to the tribe, and closed the gate firmly.

From today onwards, until the big brother and the others come back, the gate of the Qingque Tribe will not be opened easily, and everyone is not allowed to go out for no reason.

After the 30 people went out, the fighting power of the Qingque tribe was greatly reduced, and they were weaker than when Han Cheng and the others went out before, so they must be treated seriously.

Han Cheng stood on the wall, watching the direction in which the senior brother and the others left for a long time.

Although he knew that the Bone Tribe basically didn't run away this time, which was pretty sure, but he still couldn't help but worry.

I don't know how many of these people who went out will be injured, and how many will never come back...

He was going to personally lead the attack on the Bone Horde this time, but Wu and the elder brother disagreed with everything they said, saying that Han Cheng was too young to do such a thing.

After thinking about it carefully, Han Cheng thought it made sense. Going by himself would really distract them, so he stayed.

As time went by, Han Cheng felt that his decision was extremely wrong.

Because waiting in the tribe and not knowing anything, it is really tormented!

If there is a mobile phone, no, even a telegram, it would be great to know a little bit about the situation ahead.

This is of course a dream, these things, he can't do it even if he is killed.

It is a more realistic idea to use two small pottery bowls with small holes in the bottom and put on a rope to make a simple 'wired telephone'.

The milk tea girl tightly covered a small bowl on her right ear, her eyes were wide open, showing surprise and disbelief.

Because she heard the singing of 'sister sitting on the bow' from here.

The song was sung by Shenzi, but Shenzi was in the house right now, the doors of the room were all closed, and the small bowl and the rope came out of the window.

She tentatively removed the pottery bowl from her ear, and she could vaguely hear Shenzi's indistinct singing voice in the room. She clasped the pottery bowl back to her ear, and the singing became clear again.

This magical thing quickly caused a sensation in the Qingque tribe. Not only the children love to play, but even the adults want to experience the magic of this thing for themselves.

Han Cheng, who climbed up to the fence again, looked at the children playing happily holding the 'telephone bowl', with a smile on his face.

What should be done has been done, and there is only resignation and a long wait. During the long wait, it is also a good way to do other things to relieve the tension.

The hair of the women of the Qingque tribe has changed a lot now.

What caused this huge change was the two braids on the milk tea girl's head.

When Han Chengcai first came, all the people in the Qingque Tribe had disheveled hair. After his handwriting, they all turned into uniform ponytails. Of course, they were not very straight.

At the beginning, everyone liked the novelty ponytail very much. After a long time, they had other ideas, especially those women.

The appearance of the milk tea girl with two braids inspired them.

Without Han Cheng's knowledge, shofar braids became popular in the entire Qingque tribe.

When Han Cheng found out about this, he was shocked.