I am a primitive

Moreover, Han Cheng was not born as a slave owner, so he couldn't be so harsh on the slaves. They may be happier than their original life waiting for slaves in the Qingque tribe.

With these many means, it is not easy for slaves to rebel or defect.

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The bumps on the long legs were almost healed, and he also joined the ranks of working. During this period of time, he only ate and did not work, which always made him feel a little guilty.

At this time, he was carrying a bone shovel to shovel the soil that the others had poured from the wheelbarrow from one side to the other.

The soil was covered with some chopped grass, and there were even several handfuls of table salt that they considered extremely precious!

Even though it was not the first time I saw people in the tribe sprinkle salt on these mounds, but the long-legged heart still couldn't help being shocked and distressed.

Such delicious and precious table salt was sprinkled into the soil like this?

All good things!

While being shocked and heartbroken, they worked even harder, because they heard that this was the house that the Son of God wanted to build for them to live in.

How could he not be moved, how could he not work hard, to put such delicious and precious salt into the house he built for himself and others?

Thinking back to their original tribal witch who made a little salt, except for himself and a few leaders to eat, the rest of the selfish behavior, the long legs feel more and more that the god son of this tribe and the witch are so generous and kind, which is admirable .

He even felt that there was still a leader in the witch, and it was right to be executed.

The witch of the Tengshe Tribe had been burned to ashes. If he was buried in the ground, knowing what Changlegs was thinking, he would definitely lift the coffin boards and come over and give Changlegs a few ruthless blows.

Then he pointed at the long legs and jumped into a rage.

My own tribe only has a little bit of salt, but this tribe produces a lot of salt continuously. Can there be such a comparison between the two?

If your own tribe can have as much salt as this tribe, let alone building a house, there is no problem in salting the long legs into bacon.

It's a pity that the shaman of the Tengshe tribe has been burned to ashes, and entered the cesspit of the Qingque tribe with other people of the Tengshe tribe who were also burned to ashes.

After retting in it for a period of time, it will become fertilizer and fertilize the field.

Therefore, even if he could know the nagging in the long-legged heart, at most it would only make a few more viscous bubbles out of the cesspit.

Thinking about these things in his heart, the long legs took a bone shovel, and his men kept turning the pile of "seasoned" soil to the other side.

After such a tumbling, the salt and hay sprinkled on the surface of the mound will be more evenly mixed with the soil.

Then someone used a bowl to scoop water and splashed some water on it. After making it a little damp, they scooped it up and put it into the mold that had been separated.

After being tamped hard, it becomes a wall.

The long legs that had turned over a pile of soil straightened up, looking at a section of earth wall that appeared under their labor, and couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

It turns out that walls and houses did not exist from the very beginning, but were really built by people.

It turns out that in addition to gathering, hunting, and attacking other tribes, people can actually do such great things!

The long legs looked at their hands, and then at the earthen wall. While a little excited, they also had some disbelief,

He couldn't believe that the wall was actually built by them like this.

While the long legs were looking at the earth wall they built and feeling agitated, Han Cheng, who was standing on the wall, was also looking at the people who were working.

The site selection of the two small slave courtyards and the implementation of corresponding measures made him feel relieved.

And for this period of time, these slaves did not have any resistance to their slave status, and they all followed his arrangement, doing their jobs in an orderly manner, without any trouble.

That's good, Han Cheng said in his heart, with a smile on his face.

According to his temperament, as long as these slaves are obedient and do not mess around, he will not do too harsh things.

Getting up earlier than the chicken like Zhou Baopi, and pretending to be a chicken to get the long-term workers to get up and go to work in the field will never happen to him.

Wasn't it too hard for such a slave owner to start earlier than chickens?

His gaze stayed on the group of slaves who were busy building houses for a while, and then he passed them and came to the east of the wall and the downstream of the small river.

The hemp in the tribe has been retting, and finally recovered from the war, the people who spared their hands, under Han Cheng's arrangement, are fishing out the bundles of hemp for peeling.

Up to now, hemp has become an indispensable crop for the Qingque tribe.

In addition to the increasing use of linen, hemp rope is stronger and easier to use than rope grass, which is also an important factor.

So after freeing up his hands, Han Chenggong immediately asked people to peel and wash the hemp.

This is just right for weaving in the house when the weather is cold in winter.

I just don't know how the Fire Tribe's hemp is doing, whether they have started weaving.

Han Cheng thought of the tribe in the lower reaches of the river with a large population.

After watching the people peeling the hemp from a distance for a while, Han Cheng turned his attention to the west of the tribe.

After falling leaves, the woods look much clearer, and through the branches, the eyes can extend a lot into it.

However, it was still quiet there, and there was no movement of people returning from the expedition.

Han Cheng thought so, then shook his head and smiled.

He secretly thought that he was too impatient, and after only a few days, he began to think about the return of the elder brother and the others.

According to what Rabbit Hair had said before, at most they had just arrived at the old lair of the Soaring Snake Tribe at this time, and there was still a long time before they returned.

Take your time and wait.

But the wait is really excruciating.

But this torment was immediately diluted a lot, because there was a joyous cry from behind: "Brother Cheng!"

When Han Cheng turned around, Bai Xuemei had already climbed up the wooden ladder quickly.

Han Cheng, who is condescending, has an absolute advantage. Looking through her neckline, one can see a trembling white.

Bai Xuemei didn't notice Han Cheng's unscrupulous gaze, and even if she did, she wouldn't pay too much attention to it.

After all, there are even more unscrupulous things than this, and the two of them have already done many things.

"Brother Cheng, I made something good!"

After Bai Xuemei climbed up, she stretched out her hand to hold Han Cheng's arm, jumping up and down happily.