I am a primitive

Especially after seeing the snow-white salt in the jar, the cheers were even louder.

Huosong and the others, while carrying things down, happily told everyone what they had seen and heard in the Qingque tribe.

The people around cried out in surprise from time to time.

Such exclamations stopped abruptly when Huosong and the others said that there were not many people in the Qingque tribe, and they killed a colorful tiger unscathed.

Because they felt that this was simply impossible, so they believed that Huosong and others were talking nonsense.

The anxious Huosong and others argued and defended them with red faces.

After a while, everyone was skeptical.

But no matter what, with the vigorous publicity of those who have personally been to the Qingque tribe, the people of the Fire tribe have become more yearning for the Qingque tribe, and they all want to go and see for themselves, is there really such a tribe in that tribe? magic……

In the cave of the Fire Tribe, the leader of the Fire Tribe held a piece of very finely woven cloth in his hand, with an inquiring look on his face.

This piece of cloth was made by Bai Xuemei, and the reason why Huosong and the others brought it back was to set a standard for the people of the Fire Tribe, lest they weave a lot of waste products.

The leader of the Fire Tribe let go of one hand, took the cloth to the edge of an earthen jar, stretched out his hand to explore inside, and some yellow grains appeared on his hand.

He has already eaten this food, it is not as delicious as meat, but after cooking, it is much more delicious than wild vegetables, it is indeed an excellent food.

After looking at it like this for a while, he put the millet back into the crock, and his eyes fell on the linen in his hand again.

This kind of thing that looks like a hairless leather can be exchanged for so many things from that tribe?

This looks extremely good.

It is too troublesome to go back and forth to Yau Ma Tei to harvest wild hemp.

However, his worries disappeared soon, because Huosong used callused hands to hold some hemp seeds and delivered them to him...

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The weather is getting colder and colder. After waking up in the morning, the sky outside is very dark and cloudy, and it looks like it's going to snow.

Han Cheng got up and drank two bowls of sticky and golden millet porridge. After seeing that it was cold, he wrapped his clothes and went back to the house, then went to sleep on the kang and returned to the cage.

Bai Xuemei refused. After breakfast, she went to the 'engine room' to continue weaving. She and three other primitive women in the tribe were weaving together.

Originally, Huo and Huoer also wanted to come, but because the sky outside was gloomy and the light in the room was not good, their eyesight was poor and they couldn't weave, so they didn't come.

However, he refused to be idle, and instead sat on the edge of the burning kang, with a lot of flax that was retting just this year beside him, spinning the flax with a spinning top, for the ongoing work of Bai Xuemei and the others. of textiles provide raw materials.

Seeing that Bai Xuemei had left, Han Cheng quietly got down from the kang, went to the corner of the room, opened a sealed jar, and scooped out a bowl of things from it.

Then he gritted his teeth, poured it into his mouth suddenly, suffocated in one mouthful, held his breath for a long time, and his brows were somewhat tense, and then he relaxed.

After sealing the jar again, Han Cheng climbed onto the kang again.

Han Cheng drank a lot of wine just now.

He slapped the fruit wine that he was making. Of course, the alcohol was not particularly strong. The reason why he had the current reaction as if he was drinking strong wine was because there was something added to the wine—tiger penis!

As for why he waited until Bai Xuemei went out to drink secretly, if there was a reason.

Of course, it wasn't that Bai Xuemei was in charge of not letting him drink, but that when she saw Han Cheng drinking the tiger penis wine, Bai Xuemei would be unable to close her legs and turn into a puddle of spring water...

After doing this several times in a row, Han Cheng would only be as sneaky as a thief if he drank Tiger Whip wine again.

It’s impossible not to be sneaky. Drinking this stuff is just to make up for it, but it ends up making ends meet every time. Isn’t it uncomfortable?

The weather suddenly turned cold, and people from the Qingque Tribe basically stopped going outside the courtyard.

They have already stored enough food for the winter, even if there is no other food, just the stored millet is enough for everyone to eat.

This year, there are not many buildings that need to be started in winter, so the people of the tribe don't go out of the courtyard very much after the weather turns cold.

Not only them, but most of the tribes, under such circumstances, basically would not go out of the cave to hunt and collect food.

The word 'essentially' is used because there are exceptions to normal circumstances.

Just like the Green Tribe.

The temperature has dropped since last night. After waking up in the morning and removing the stone slab blocking the cave, the icy cold wind poured into the cave.

After the animal skin wrapped tightly around his body shivered for a few times, the leader of the Green Tribe, who was still a little confused, became sober all of a sudden.

He shrugged his shoulders and came outside the cave, looked up at the sky, and when he saw the cloudy sky, he knew that the first heavy snow of this year was likely to fall soon.

"'%^&!"

He looked at the sky and cursed indiscriminately, as if he was complaining that the snow fell too early.

After waiting in this air for a while, he turned and went back to the cave.

There are already people cooking in clay pots.

After drinking the steaming hot soup, the leader of the Green Tribe felt much better.

But this comfort didn't last long, because not long after, he took the stone spear and led the people in the tribe out of the relatively warm cave and into the cold wind.

He is going out to find food.

Compared with previous years, this year's snowstorm is not too early. According to the normal situation, the Green Tribe at this time should have stored enough food for the winter. At this time, there is no need at all in such weather. Brave the cold to find food.

But everything has exceptions.

No coincidence this year, this exception appeared on the head of the Green Tribe.

The leader of the Green Tribe, whose hair was blown by the cold wind, lifted his aching hands from the cold, and patted hard on his head.

I shot very hard and didn't hold my hand at all.

But even so, the annoyance he was full of didn't diminish one iota.

This last time, I shouldn't have gone to the Qingque Tribe to exchange for salt!

If it is not exchanged for salt, the tribe will not be in trouble like it is now.

The leader of the Green Tribe, the last time he went to the Qingque Tribe to exchange for salt was after autumn, not early autumn, but more than half of autumn.

Cut off the salt again for more than ten days, and after many ideological struggles, the leader of the Green Tribe finally couldn't bear it anymore, and took a step that made him annoyed now—bringing some food collected in autumn and newly stored food. On the most suitable days for storing food, go to the Qingque tribe to exchange for salt.

What he thought at the time was that this year's snow might not necessarily fall so early.