I am a primitive

Identity...ID card?

Hei Wa scratched her head, not quite sure.

Hmm, that's what it's called.

According to Shenzi, this thing called an ID card corresponds to each of them, one for each of them, and is used to prove that they are members of the Qingque tribe.

There is an explanation for Shenzi's move, Hei Wa is a little hard to understand.

I, and other people in the tribe, aren't they the people in the tribe?

Why use such a piece of pottery to prove it?

Hei Wa, who had brushed all the clay tablets, looked at these clay tablets, thinking about Shenzi's intentions in doing these things, and scratched her head in doubt again.

After living like this for a while, I can only attribute it to the fact that my level is too low to understand the idea that Shenzi is superior to others.

Two days later, this carefully fired 'ID card' was freshly baked.

Han Cheng picked up 'one' ID card and looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.

Although this ID card is a bit rudimentary, it has everything it should have, and it is no problem to serve as a generation ID card of the tribe.

It is not too late to update after the time technology matures.

It seems a bit of a joke to get ID cards for people in the tribe at this time.

After all, the current population of the Qingque tribe is only so large, and they all live in the same compound, eat, live and work together, and are very familiar with each other.

Not to mention showing half of your face, you can recognize who it is even if you show half of your butt.

As the people in the tribe thought, they could confirm that the other party was a member of their own tribe without using the ID card, which seemed redundant.

These Han Cheng naturally understand, but the ID card is not just used to prove the identity, if some other things are added to it, the meaning of this thing will be different.

In addition to this batch of ID cards carefully fired in pottery, after waiting, Han Cheng planned to manufacture another batch of ID cards made of small wooden plaques.

Of course, this second batch of ID cards is not for the Qingque tribe members who already have pottery ID cards, but for those who later joined the Qingque tribe.

People with ID cards made of ceramics are first-class citizens of the Qingque Tribe, and people with ID cards made of wood are second-class citizens.

First-class citizens can enjoy many conveniences, just like the life of the Qingque tribe now.

Second-level citizens have to be subject to some restrictions in terms of the rights they enjoy, such as daily food and living places, which are different from the old people of the Qingque tribe.

This distinction is not unfair.

Treating people equally without distinction is the greatest injustice.

After all, the old hands of the Qingque tribe have put in so much effort for the tribe, so that they can live in such a comfortable situation today.

Those latecomers, as soon as they came in, enjoyed the same treatment as the old hands. No matter how you look at this matter, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

In the past, the Qingque tribe was small and weak. For the rapid development of the tribe, Han Cheng did not take such measures in dealing with the pig tribe and the bone tribe.

Now the Qingque tribe is not too weak here, and they can start this matter.

Of course, people with a second-level identity are not always second-level. After living in the Qingque tribe for a certain period of time, the ID card will be replaced by a wooden plate with a ceramic plate.

If there are outstanding performers who have made great contributions to the tribe, this time can be greatly shortened.

Han Cheng hasn't set the specific standards yet, and it won't be too late to wait for newcomers to join the Qingque tribe, depending on the situation.

This way, firstly, it can win over the hearts of the elders of the tribe and prevent them from feeling resentful because they feel unfair. Second, it can also point out the promotion path for those latecomers, which will help them integrate into Qingque as soon as possible. Among the tribes, let them contribute more to their own tribe.

With these additional things, the seemingly useless ID card at this time becomes of great significance.

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Han Cheng held his own ID card in his hand, then began to pick up the remaining ones, read aloud, and distributed them to everyone.

There are also those children, but basically they are above three years old.

Children under the age of three do not have an ID card, because their discount rate is relatively high.

The person who received Tao's ID card held the ID card in his hand, carefully and curiously played with it, and sometimes several people would gather together for comparison and discussion.

I am amazed by the unexpected beauty of the ID card.

I don't know who carried the head. A small hole was carefully drilled on the exquisite pottery identity, and then passed through with a thin leather rope, and worn around the neck.

Within two days, except for Han Cheng, all the people with ID cards in the Qingque tribe did this.

A good ID card has now become something like an accessory.

Looking at the tribal people with uniformly woven ID cards hanging around their necks, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling.

Fortunately, this is not a later life. If it is in a later life, if you dare to drill a hole in the ID card, it will be a little troublesome.

But this is also good, they are all worn around the neck, and they can recognize each other's identities at a glance.

And it's not easy to lose.

The ID card of the Qingque tribe, to a certain extent, can be regarded as combining the functions of the household registration book and ID card of later generations into one.

The meaning attached to the pottery ID card and the wooden ID card is similar to that of different household registrations in later generations.

As time goes by, after the sun goes down, the temperature is not as hot as before.

In such days, the hundreds of acres of millet around the Qingque tribe became full day by day.

Sometimes, all it takes is a gust of wind to blow, and there will be a fragrance of millet that is about to ripen, covering the entire tribe.

This kind of fragrance made everyone in the Qingque Tribe feel radiant.

The sky turned bright, and amidst the creaking of the wooden door, the witch, who didn't seem to be much sleepy, came out of the room, and, as in the past, fed the rabbit with grass after washing.

After taking out the rabbit and rubbing it in his hand for a while, accompanied by Junior Brother Sha and another person, he left the gate of the tribe and walked towards the slightly yellowed millet field to the east.

Walking around this large piece of millet land belonging to the tribe has become another major hobby of Wu.

Looking at these extremely growing millets, and sometimes bending down to pull some grass in the field, he couldn't do enough of these things.

At the beginning, Han Cheng was a little worried about his safety, and worried that he would be tired, but after a period of time, seeing that Wu's mental state was getting better and better, he stopped saying anything .

However, when Wu went out for a walk, at least two people would accompany him with weapons.

After all, this is the primitive era, not the later generations where all wild beasts have to be deliberately protected by humans to survive.