I am a primitive

They jumped into the river one after another, and you pushed each other to swim to the opposite bank where many natural enemies were waiting.

"Crash."

The sheep that had swum across the Red River were drenched ashore, shaking off the water on their bodies, ready to run again.

However, a big mouth with extraordinary teeth stretched out, bit its neck, and pushed it to the ground. The long teeth easily pierced its throat.

"#￥@!"

The leader of the sheep tribe howled excitedly, and kept stabbing the bone spear in his hand.

At the place where they were stationed, several tough vines were pulled up one after another. Some of the sheep crossing the river jumped over these man-made obstacles, and some were stumbled.

The people of the sheep tribe became extremely excited and agile at this time.

They cooperated with each other, constantly assassinating and arresting the sheep that fell to the ground.

Because they understand the division of labor and cooperation, they don't seem to be dominant, but among all the predators, they gain the most.

However, there are always a small number of sheep arrested, and more sheep cross the river and continue to run forward.

Even the most ferocious predators dare not rush out of the middle of their marching ranks.

It can only be on both sides of their advancing team, taking cold shots to pick up leaks.

On the south side of the river, there are many predators waiting along the way, relying on the sheep that deliver meat to survive the winter.

Such a grand occasion lasted until the evening before it was considered to be completely over. The predators who had had a full meal left here with laziness and satisfaction.

The people of the sheep tribe, who have been busy until now and don't feel tired, are also heading towards the place where they live with a lot of harvest.

A feast soon unfolded in the sheep tribe, and everyone let go of their bellies to eat.

The leader of the sheep tribe was holding a roasted lamb leg full of meat, biting it with great vigor.

It seems that only their tribe is so favored by God!

As he thought so proudly, the tribe with a high wall that had sprung up in recent years suddenly appeared in his mind.

Compared with their own tribe, they seem to be more like a tribe favored by the heavens. In just a few years, they have become an existence that they look up to.

The sudden appearance of the Qingque Tribe made the leader of the Yang Tribe feel uncomfortable as if he had eaten rat feces.

He took a bite of the roasted leg of lamb viciously to vent his depression...

While the sheep tribe was enjoying this feast given by God, the Qingque tribe, which made the leader of the sheep tribe feel depressed, was also having a 'feast'.

It's just that the smell of this 'feast' is a bit strong, and the smell is disgusting.

"Whoa!"

The muddy water broke the inherent calm, and a wooden stick with a hook emerged from the water, dragging a bundle of hemp with a 'charming' smell ashore.

The hemp that was pulled out of the water was placed on the bank. Someone came and dragged it to a flat place, untied it, and immediately there were hands reaching out to divide it.

Almost all the members of the Qingque Tribe mobilized, and at the call of the great Son of God, they peeled this unusually strong hemp together.

Huoyi was sitting on a stone, with a stick nailed in front of her.

In one hand, he held a piece of hemp that had been peeled off, and in the other hand, he held a hemp rod, put it on the wooden stick, and pulled his hands back, and the soaked hemp skin peeled off from the hemp rod.

Such a simple and efficient method was thought of by Huo Yi, an old primitive, and Han Cheng applauded it.

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"The curved water is your big eyes. The moon in the water is the round ball in front of you. The fish in the water, swimming across the moon, is my hand brushing against you..."

Beside the small river of the Qingque tribe, where the smell is full of peeling and washing, there are singing songs that are out of tune.

It's not so much singing, it's better to call it a roaring song.

However, those who peel hemp on the shore never tire of it.

As soon as this nonsensical song ended, someone immediately followed it up—"The black hemp skin is your clothes, and the white hemp pole is your body. I peel off the hemp skin..."

It is not a very good job to peel the water dripping numbness in this season. The most unbearable thing is not the pungent smell, but the cold hands.

After all, if you stay here for a long time, your sense of smell will become dull, and you won't be too sensitive to this smell. If you stay in the abalone for a long time, you won't smell its stink.

But there is no way to solve the problem of freezing hands.

They are working now, and it is impossible to wear gloves.

So after doing this kind of work for a period of time, everyone's mood became a little low.

In order to improve everyone's enthusiasm for work and uplift everyone's spirits, Han Chenggong sacrificed the Dafa of singing.

What he sang was not the songs of later generations, but his own impromptu fabrications, and many metaphors were used in the sentences.

Just like in the Book of Songs.

Of course, what Han Cheng made up were very serious metaphors, which were used as examples to inspire everyone.

As soon as this novelty came out, it immediately won unanimous praise.

The people who were inspired began to imitate Han Cheng's sentence pattern to improvise and make up, and then 'sing' it out.

Compared with Han Cheng's seriousness and reservedness, the metaphors made by the people of the Qingque tribe are much hotter and more direct.

The two songs they sang just now were made up by themselves.

Art comes from life, especially primitive and simple art, which is more closely related to life.

The original poetry was created from various life situations.

The old master Confucius sorted out the "Book of Songs", and left three hundred after deletions to be handed down to later generations. There are still famous articles such as "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Island..." such as the imagination of a single dog. How big is the scale of deletion.

The preliminary songs of the Qingque Tribe can be said with more direct things.

When the tribe continues to develop and expand, there may be excellent talents who can innovate based on such a foundation.

Create more beautiful, euphemistic and implicit poems.

After the hard peeling, many people's eyes were watery, and two guys got into the grass beside them, and it took a long time to come out. This was unexpected by Han Cheng.

Perhaps this program can be kept forever and developed into an annual conference of peeling hemp love songs.