I am a primitive

But Han Cheng didn't give it to Gu immediately, but put it in his hand, ready to wait another two days.

This is done to give everyone a feeling that it is not easy to obtain the status of a first-class citizen in advance.

At the same time, it is also good for Gu to work for a few more days, so that everyone will be more convinced.

During this waiting, the foundation of the Qingque Tribe's toilet and the pool behind it have been completed, and a lot of ground has been rammed out.

Compared with houses, simple toilets are undoubtedly much easier to build.

Gu held a thick wooden stick in his hand, stood on the shelf, and pounded down vigorously.

Sweat trickled down his arms.

His hands no longer hurt at all, and after grinding out a thick layer of calluses, he has no taboos in doing the current job.

It turned out that the house and the outer wall were built in this way.

While tamping the earth hard, he thought with emotion in his heart.

He used to be very curious about the high walls and how these houses were built, and even built a simple wall with tree branches on the outskirts of the tribe.

Now that I have finally experienced this method in person, a kind of feeling suddenly arises in my heart.

It turned out that the wall was built in this way, and it was not too difficult!

Gu is not the only one who has this feeling, most of the other original green tribe people who come into contact with these things for the first time will have such a feeling.

However, after actually doing it, they will find that this seemingly simple thing is actually not simple at all.

At least at this time, Gu already understood that even if the tribe he led knew how to make a rammed earth wall, it would take at least two years to create a wall that was tall enough.

Because the people in their tribe have to run around for food every day, and they don't have much time to do things that have nothing to do with food.

Moreover, their tribe can't make these useful tools.

If you add the time to make these tools, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult...

When the thatched roof above the newly built large toilet was built and everyone was celebrating, Han Cheng walked over with the pottery ID card that had been fired for several days in his hand.

Under everyone's gaze, Han Cheng spread out his hand in front of Gu, and an ID card that was exactly the same as that of an old man from the Qingque tribe appeared on his palm.

After seeing this ID card, Gu was stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief.

Happiness came so suddenly, he looked at Han Cheng, and then at the beautifully crafted pottery ID card in Han Cheng's hand, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After a while, he said in unfamiliar Mandarin: "Son of God, I... mine?"

Han Cheng smiled at him and nodded vigorously.

Then Gu took the ID card in his hand and watched it carefully, for fear of breaking it.

I couldn't help but rub my fingers on the word 'Valley' on the front.

"Come on, I'll bring it to you."

Han Cheng said to Gu with a smile.

Gu quickly handed over the identity in his hand to Han Cheng.

After Han Cheng took it, he solemnly took off Gu's original wooden ID card that was bending over and lowering his head, and then solemnly hung the new ID card around Gu's neck with both hands.

After the pottery ID card was hung around Han Cheng's neck, Gu could no longer bear the excitement in his heart, and tears flowed from his red eye sockets.

People from the original green tribe who saw this scene were both excited and envious.

But no one thought there was anything wrong with doing this, because Gu's desperation in his work was obvious to all.

Gu got his ceramic ID card ahead of time as he wished, put the ID card on the side of his clothes, and worked even harder, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

The rest of the original green tribe also became more diligent. As soon as the toilet was finished, they began to move stones from the quarry and started fighting in the pigsty...

For these, Han Cheng saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart.

Encouragement and recognition are sometimes more encouraging than criticism.

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Compared with the previous few days, the weather has become warmer, more and more like the landlord's rich witch, after pawing the rabbit for a while, he took off the outermost layer of thick fur, put his hands behind his back, and leisurely Leisurely out of the gate of the tribe.

Because there are people inside and outside the tribe, Shang doesn't need to arrange special manpower to follow him.

He first staggered all the way to the field not far away, squatted on the ground and pulled weeds for a while.

After standing up, he looked at the people who were digging the cultivated land in the distance for a while, and then, with his hands behind his back, he took the pulled grass all the way to the side of the composting pit, and threw the grass into it.

Seeing that there was not enough fertilizer in the cesspit, he couldn't help shaking his head, looking a little worried.

After worrying about the fertilizer for a while, Wu continued to stroll and came to the edge of the wooden sticks outside the ditch of the parapet.

Compared with other places, the grass here grows more lushly, because no one walks here when the wooden sticks line up, and even Fujiang and them generally don't come here.

Wu squatted on the edge of the stick array to pull weeds. After pulling the grass for a while, he held the stick in front of him and shook it back and forth, feeling that it was not very strong.

With another force, there was a cracking sound, and this wooden stick, which served as the most peripheral defense of the Qingque tribe, broke cleanly like this...

Fortunately, Wu often dances to the master, and he has practiced a good kung fu, and he supported the ground with his hands in time. Otherwise, if this move was placed on other people of the same age, he would definitely fall into the splits.

Wu's attention was obviously not on the fact that he almost fell, he couldn't stop looking at the half of the wooden stick he was holding in his hand and the half left on the ground.

After looking at it for a while, I stretched out my hand to pull the other one on the side.

In the end, he broke it again.

The thorns placed in the stick array have also become worse.

This unexpected discovery made Wu very anxious, even more worried than seeing that there was not enough fertilizer in the compost pool.

This stick formation is the first line of defense for their tribe, and now it has become like this, how can it defend against the enemy? !

"Son of God!"

Han Cheng, who was looking at the earth pit near the brick kiln, which had been made deeper by taking soil from here for the construction of the toilet, turned his head when he heard Wu's shout.

Wu was holding a few rotten wooden sticks in his arms, looking anxious.

what happened?

Who provoked this big guy?