I am a primitive

Han Cheng shook his head and smiled helplessly, man...

When Han Cheng expresses his emotions pretending to be sad, the truly sad person approached the Qingque tribe.

"#￥￥%#!"

When there was still some distance from the Qingque tribe, the leader of the green tribe asked someone to put the fur on his back in the grass, and pulled up some grass to cover it.

After finishing all this under the puzzled gaze of everyone in the tribe, and resting for a while, the leader of the green tribe took a weapon for self-defense, as well as the doubtful tribe, and headed towards the rich tribe.

Didn't the leader want to exchange skins for salt?Why hide the fur now instead?

The leader of the Green Tribe, who had been melancholy for a long time, finally showed a smile on his face regarding the questions from everyone in the tribe.

The people in the tribe are still not as smart as themselves!

He sighed.

Of course there was a reason for this, and he wanted to try to see if he could receive free salt from this tribe as before.

If it doesn't work, go back and carry the leather on your back.

The leader of the Green Tribe, who likes to take advantage of small things, is always very talented in this matter.

After he told these words to the tribal people, everyone once again admired the wisdom of the leader...

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The chirping of birds pierces the tranquility of the morning. In the unique tranquility of the dawn, the Qingque Tribe, who has slept all night, opens their sleepy eyes and starts a new day of life.

In such an atmosphere, Han Cheng, who was affectionate and refreshed, opened the door and stretched beautifully.

After washing up, I started to walk towards the chicken coop.

Next to the chicken pen, beside the enlarged rabbit pen, Wu, who got up earlier than him, was already lying there.

Seeing him coming, he just raised his head and smiled, as a greeting, and didn't say much.

Han Cheng was not in the mood to speak either, so he smiled back, picked up some dewy grass by himself, and came to the side of the chicken coop.

These grasses were just mowed by the early risers of Tietou.

Han Cheng didn't throw it directly into the chicken coop, but put it not far from the chicken coop. With his left hand, he grabbed a handful of green grass and put it on a wooden board, and with his right hand, he picked up the one next to it that had been soaked in grass juice for a long time. Put down the blackened stone knife and start chopping.

After doing this for a while, remove a movable wooden grid above the chicken coop, and take out the empty clay pot from inside.

After such a long time, the chickens in the chicken pen were no longer afraid of people. When they saw Han Cheng coming to open the fence, they all consciously gathered around and looked forward to it.

A few roosters were still chanting "cluck~" randomly in their mouths, looking at ease.

The chopped green grass was put into the pottery pot, and Han Cheng grabbed two handfuls of rapeseed with poor quality from a pottery urn covered not far away, and put them into the pottery pot together with the chopped up rapeseed. Stir the grass together with a stick.

These are the breakfasts of these chickens.

After doing this, the Qingque tribe's compound began to become lively. People got up one after another, washed up, and began to do what they needed to do according to their previous habits.

After watching the chickens eat for a while, Han Cheng stepped aside and removed the other grill.

The exposed gap is a series of three chicken coops filled with hay from broken clay pots.

In the golden grass nest, there are some eggs whose skin is not white.

There are as many as seven!

Han Cheng showed joy on his face, these guys, they laid a lot of eggs yesterday!

He leaned over to collect the eggs in the nest and put them in the earthenware bowl used to hold them.

The chickens in the coop didn't react too much to this robber-like egg thief. After such a long time, they had already gotten used to it.

There are even many chickens. From the moment they are born, what they see is like this, so naturally there is no such thing as resistance.

Han Cheng, who was carrying the egg bowl, went all the way back to the cave, and the industrious Huo Er just boiled a large vat of hot water.

Han Chengcheng took out a fresh egg, cracked it in a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, scooped boiling water from another bowl, and made a bowl of frangipani flowers.

The yellow egg flower lying in the middle of the water is really beautiful. The only regret is that some little oil is missing.

Nowadays, drinking a bowl of frangipani flower or deer milk in the morning has become a must for Han Cheng.

It's not that he likes to drink these things very much, but he has a last resort.

Ever since he went down the river last autumn, after Bai Xuemei of the Fire Tribe unlocked new skills, he often felt that he couldn't keep up with his nutrition...

The remaining six eggs in the bowl were not eaten, but put into a clay pot by him. There were more than half of the eggs in the pot, about forty or fifty eggs, all accumulated during this period.

When he saved some more, he was going to get some plant ash, sprinkle it with salt and water to make it up, then stir it, wrap it around the eggs, and marinate a batch of salted eggs.

Egg yolks that are marinated golden and oily are his favorite, especially when eaten in buns, it makes people drool just thinking about it...

When breakfast is ready, the early risers have already done a lot of things while taking advantage of the coolness.

Bai Xuemei was not very interested in eating. Han Cheng was thinking about the salted eggs and the stone rollers that were finally hewn out of the wood according to his requirements, but Han Cheng didn't notice it.

After eating and taking a short break, the people who replenished their energy got busy again, doing what they needed to do.

Bai Xuemei, who was not too interested, also came to the place where the silkworms were raised, and fed mulberry leaves to those silkworms that seemed to be a little bigger than before.

While feeding, the other hand was unconsciously placed on the lower abdomen.

Silkworms always have such a good appetite when peeling off their skins and spinning silk. They keep nibbling on the tender mulberry leaves, making a shredded sound of biting.

After watching for a while, Bai Xuemei, who was in a much better mood, suddenly changed her complexion, and the hand on her lower abdomen pressed harder.

A moment later, she frowned tightly and showed pain, and trotted all the way to the toilet...

Outside the gate of the tribe, on the open space opened up last year for people to observe the beheading, some more idle people came out at this time.

These relatively idle people include Han Cheng, the number one magic stick, Wu, the second big magic stick, and Stone, who is on the way to the magic stick, working hard.

At the edge of the open space, there is a stone column with a diameter of 35 centimeters and a length of about [-] centimeters, lying there quietly.

The surface of the stone pillar is not too smooth, it looks like some tiny potholes.

Compared with the stone rollers that later generations Han Cheng came into contact with, whose surface has become extremely smooth after countless years of vicissitudes, the newly born stone rollers of the Qingque tribe are much rougher.

But this is indeed a stone roller.

Limp came over with a rectangular wooden frame made of hard wood. There was a hole in the middle of the two vertical sides of the wooden frame.