I am a primitive

"boom!"

Brother Sha, who was walking with Wu on the edge of Guzi, suddenly stood still, opened his bow and set an arrow, and at the sound of the bowstring, a feathered arrow flew out like a shooting star.

"boom!"

Where the feather arrow fell, a flock of dark birds rose suddenly from the millet field like a black cloud.

Chirping and screaming, it landed on a tree not far away, waiting for these nasty two-legged beasts to leave, and then continue to come back to eat these rare and rich delicacies.

"shoot!"

"Shoot 'em!"

When they fell on the tree and cursed the hairless monkeys who didn't let them eat properly, the hairless monkeys also cursed them.

After discovering that the food that his tribe worked so hard to grow was stolen and eaten, Wu Shi lost all his senility. He pointed at the birds that harmed the crops, and cursed with his feet. He was even more energetic than when he was dancing.

"stretch!"

Junior Brother Sha followed good example, once again he drew his bow and put on an arrow, and the arrow flew out. A bird standing on the tree screamed and was carried forward by the feather arrow for a certain distance, and then stuck its head on the ground.

The group of birds, who had seen the power of the less-haired monkey, screamed in panic, flapping their wings and galloping away.

Wu, the elder who was still angry, was still angrily cursing at the direction where the birds left. His emotions were so agitated that even the local dialect of the tribe burst out.

The wages of avarice is death.This sentence is not false at all.

The large expanse of soon-to-mature millet around the Qingque tribe is an irresistible temptation for these birds.

Before Wu's cursing sound disappeared, these birds, which circled half a circle in the air, fell into a place about a mile away from him again, and continued to chirp and call for friends to eat.

From time to time, some sporadic birds spread their wings and flew over to join the ranks of eating.

"Shoot! Shoot 'em!"

Wu's eyeballs were red, and as he said this to Junior Brother Sha, he had already bent down to find a piece of dirt, and threw it towards the damned birds with all his might.

Of course he couldn't lose such a long distance.

Also, Junior Brother Sha, who was a little annoyed, approached him and opened his bow again...

"shoot……"

In the fields in the early morning, the witch's angry howls kept ringing out, much more confident than when offering sacrifices to the gods.

"Why hasn't Wu come back?"

Han Cheng muttered, in the past, even if he went out for a walk, it shouldn't be because he didn't come back for so long...

Looking at Wu who was panting, with bird feathers on his head, holding a bunch of dead birds in his hands, and cursing from time to time, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

Old children, old children, sometimes when people get old, they will indeed become a little childish in certain behaviors.

In order to vent his anger on the witch, Han Cheng specially added another meal to the tribe, roasting and eating the birds.

"Son of God, these birds..."

While chewing the bird meat fiercely, Wu said in a worried voice.

This morning's tossing made him almost helpless with these flies-like annoying birds.

After hearing what Wu said about driving away these birds, Han Cheng also nodded. What Wu said was indeed a very necessary thing.

The ecology at this time is really good, and there are many kinds of birds. After the news that there is a large piece of delicious food here in the Qingque tribe spreads in the bird world, there are no shortage of flat-haired beasts here to fight the autumn wind.

If there is no control and they are allowed to go on like this, when the millet is fully mature and ready to be harvested, the fruits on it will almost shrink by [-]% or more.

"It's okay, I have a solution."

Han Cheng said to Wu confidently.

Hearing what Han Cheng said, Wu immediately felt relieved, quickly finished his meal, and pulled Han Cheng to use his methods quickly to restrain those annoying birds.

For these birds, he has run out of patience.

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This...is this the way the Son of God came up with?

Looking at those straw figures made of hay and sticks and surrounded by animal skins outside, and looking at the confident Shenzi, Wu didn't know how to express it for a while. own mood.

If you are a big living person, those damned birds are not afraid. Now you are going to get some dummy over there, this...

Wu responded that Han Cheng saw it in his eyes and could roughly understand what he was thinking.

All kinds of animals in this era are more courageous and not as afraid of people as later generations. Of course, this is because humans have not fully risen to the point where all animals depend on people's faces to survive.

This can be seen from the fact that the witch was out of breath by those arrogant birds.

If only these straw figures were brought out, it would naturally not be able to deter the bird, and it would not be impossible for those who were a little arrogant to stand directly on the straw figures and look forward to Zixiong.

Birds are not afraid of people because people have not left a deep enough impression on them. If the impression left is deep enough, they will be afraid of people.

Not only real people, but also straw people will be afraid!

Under the skeptical eyes of the witch general, Han Cheng directly announced that, except for the most necessary things, everyone else should put down their work, shoulder their bows and arrows, and start a great war to defend food.

As soon as this remark came out, all the people in the tribe shared the same hatred, cheered thunderously, and actively responded to the call of the Son of God.

The food they had worked so hard to grow was now at the expense of these birds, and they were naturally annoyed.

In addition to this one reason, another one is that the taste of this bird meat is really good...

Ever since, the people who put down their work, picked up their bows, prepared enough arrows, and scattered in this large wilderness.

In the following time, the sound of bowstrings kept ringing, and from time to time, flocks of birds would be blown up from the ground, and from time to time, a bird would lose its life because of its greedy beak.

Wu also went out and followed Junior Brother Sha closely, because in the whole tribe, Junior Brother Sha's archery skills were the best, and almost all arrows were shot in vain.

Every time I open the bow and release the arrow, some birds will be shot, and the most powerful one actually pierced two birds with one arrow!

At this time, Wu will show the speed that people of his age group should have, and run over excitedly, picking up the feathered arrow and the bird pierced by the arrow, and counting the arrows while pulling out the arrows. It fell on the bird that had died of exhaustion.

Seeing this childish behavior, Junior Brother Sha wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

After a while like this, Wu looked at the extra dead birds around him, and suddenly became a little puzzled.