I am a primitive

I was thinking strangely in my heart, I don't even dislike it, why does Brother Cheng still insist on himself...

Shang and the others came over with some bottles and cans, and two of them carried long strings of salted fish on their backs.

After everyone put these things down, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the Fire Tribe, whether they were paying attention or not.

Many people's mouths have grown and become O-shaped.

Of course, it wasn't the bad-looking dried fish that made them look like this, but these pots and jars.

Regular things have a natural attraction to people.

The tools used, the caves in which to live, the accessories to wear... Make it as regular as possible, which is what people have been pursuing from ancient times to later generations.

Of course, some people who do the opposite are not included, after all, they are only a minority.

Hei Wa and the two apprentices he brought out have become more proficient in shaping pottery.

Especially after Hei Wa ingeniously invented a method of placing the clay embryo on a rotatable stone, and letting people slowly turn the stone, he used his hands to shape pottery. The pottery of the Qingque tribe has never been From the appearance to the quality, it has been improved to a higher level.

This kind of pottery, even the people of the Qingque tribe who are used to the existence of pottery, couldn't help raising their thumbs in admiration when they first saw it, let alone the fire tribe who had never seen such a regular thing.

Before, they were very surprised by the jar used to hold the herbal medicine called 'Bupleurum' which can be used to cure diseases.

Unexpectedly, there are so many and such large regular jars in this tribe.

How did they polish the stone so neatly?

And can you hollow out the middle to hold things?

You know, even the most skilled stone-throwing people in their tribe can't hit a particularly round stone ball.

And the things made of these stones owned by this tribe, which can be used to hold things, are undoubtedly more difficult than stone balls!

Looking at the members of the Fire Tribe who were caressing the clay pots with their hands, Han Cheng sniffed helplessly.

What I really want you to see is the food in the jar, okay?

You crowd around the jar in admiration, but ignore the food inside.

Buying a basket and returning the pearls, this is something that I don't know will happen in thousands or ten thousand years, but now I have encountered it.

If this incident is recorded as an interesting story and passed down, what will be the idioms that appear?

Want a can to return food?

Shocked and light food?

Han Cheng thought quite amusingly.

"#￥%@!"

The sudden commotion and the shouts of the Huo tribe interrupted Han Cheng's thoughts.

What happened again?

This was the first thought that came to his mind.

Thinking this way, I hurriedly watched.

Beside the fire, a clay pot filled with water was overturned on the ground, and all the water in it was spilled, and the water that wetted a large area of ​​land was still flowing downhill, with some fine dry grass floating on it stem.

Not far from the pot, the fire was half-extinguished, and white smoke was coming out.

Standing beside them were the Iron Heads and a few members of the Fire Tribe who were looking at each other in blank dismay.

That's it?

Chapter 6 The elated Bai Xuemei (reward the leader of the AT book and add 10/[-])

"what happened?"

Han Cheng asked aloud.

"I cook food, they grab clay pots..."

Tie Tou looked a little angrily and said.

This pot of water was brought from the river, and it was ready to make soup, but the people from the Fire Tribe snatched the pot and knocked it over for no reason. No one would be happy about such a thing.

Grab a clay pot?Han Cheng frowned.

"what happened?"

He looked at Bai Xuemei and asked.

Of course it wasn't to ask Bai Xuemei, after all, Bai Xuemei was not the person involved, but asked her to ask why the people of the Fire Tribe did this.

After some chattering and murmurs that Han Cheng couldn't understand, Bai Xuemei turned around.

Before he could speak, he giggled.

"Brother Cheng, they are worried that the fire will burn the clay pot..."

After getting the result from Bai Xuemei, Tietou and the others were also happy, and the slight unhappiness just now dissipated immediately.

Tie Tou went to fetch water from the river again, and then returned to boil salted fish soup for drinking.

Up to now, if the people of the Qingque tribe don't eat a meal of soup a day, they will feel uncomfortable all over.

It is almost comparable to Brother Dali who drank Dali.

Three stones were placed in a triangle around the fire, and a pottery pot filled with water was placed on top of it, with washed salted fish and some air-dried meat in it, and some green sparrows and green sparrows excavated by the Fire Tribe were placed beside them. Wild vegetables eaten by the tribe.

The members of the Fire Tribe stared wide-eyed at the clay pots being set on the fire, and some of them squeezed their hands again and again.

Although they had already learned from Bai Xuemei that the clay pots would not be damaged by fire, they still couldn't help but worry.

Even if it doesn't burn, such a beautiful thing won't look good if it burns black...

The mood of everyone in the Fire Tribe disappeared with the birth of the delicious salted fish soup.

The most well-informed leader of the Fire Tribe took over the precious utensil named 'pottery', looking at this strange, never-before-eaten food, he couldn't begin to eat.

He waited for a while, and when he saw that the tribe on the water began to eat, he followed suit and brought the bowl to his mouth and took a sip.

The hot soup entered the mouth, and the wonderful taste that could not be expressed in words filled the whole mouth at once...

The leader of the Fire Tribe widened his eyes, and the rest of the Fire Tribe who drank the soup also widened their eyes.