I am a primitive

Feeling the soft and bouncy touch of his arm, Han Cheng was worried that Bai Xuemei's hug was not tight enough, so he leaned his arm into her arms very intimately.

Then he smiled and asked, "What good thing? Let me see."

In fact, even if Bai Xuemei didn't say anything, Han Cheng could guess what the good things Bai Xuemei said were, but seeing the young daughter-in-law was so happy, he couldn't bear to spoil her interest, so he deliberately asked along the way.

"Guess it!"

As he said guessing, he let go of Han Cheng's arm, reached into his pocket, and took out the thing.

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Han Cheng smiled and reached out to tap Bai Xuemei's head: "How else do you want me to guess?"

He wanted to let Brother Cheng see the fruits of his labor earlier, and then praise his Bai Xuemei, only then did he realize this, and his face suddenly became a little bitter.

Pausing for a moment, he quickly retracted his hand, stuffed the thing back into his pocket, and smiled again: "Brother Cheng can guess again now."

Can there be such a magical operation?

Han Cheng, who looked surprised, rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart, this woman has grown up, why is she still so stupid and cute?

"Is this your newly created hole, Nene?"

Han Cheng pretended not to see the things in Bai Xuemei's hands, and nonsense nonsense.

Bai Xuemei shook her head hastily, so she wouldn't be like Brother Cheng, a prodigal, who is obviously very good, insisted on cutting a hole in the back.

Thinking of the underwear with holes, Bai Xuemei felt a little distressed, it was her favorite pair.

But thinking of Cheng Gege's happy appearance, he didn't feel so distressed.

"That...is a sackcloth handkerchief!"

Han Cheng, who had successfully molested his little daughter-in-law, pretended to think seriously for a while, and then said in a firm tone.

A happy smile appeared on Bai Xuemei's face, she shook her head cheerfully, and flicked the braids on the back: "No, no, Brother Cheng will guess."

Han Cheng pretended to think deeply for a while, and said with a bitter face: "What the hell is it? I can't guess it."

"Brother Cheng, look!"

Seeing that Brother Cheng, who has always been smart, couldn't figure it out, Bai Xuemei giggled and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Then quickly took out his hand from his pocket again, and happily stretched out his palm in front of Han Cheng, as if offering a treasure.

On the palm of her hand was a small piece of cloth.

Not linen, but a cloth far smoother and whiter than linen.

This is a piece of silk woven from silk!

Han Cheng took the piece of silk in his hand, played with it and watched it carefully.

The silk is extremely smooth, and it feels cool and slippery to the touch. It feels very good, as if you are touching it...

It is whiter and denser than linen, but it is inevitable that there are some small slits on it, which is far, far worse than the silk of later generations.

But for this era, it is already very rare.

"Little daughter-in-law is really capable!"

Han Cheng carefully looked at the piece of silk in his hand for a while, and said to Bai Xuemei, who was looking at him nervously with anticipation.

Don't begrudge your own praise.

Being able to produce this level of silk at this time, relying on simple tools, really deserves this praise.

Whether public or private.

Bai Xuemei smiled brightly, she likes to hear Brother Cheng say that she is capable.

She took the piece of silk from Han Cheng, and said happily and energetically: "After a while, I can weave better ones..."

As she said that, she was about to go down the fence, ready to go on to her textile business.

But Han Cheng reached out and grabbed her.

"Take a break and go again, don't tire yourself out. Stand here with me for a while."

Bai Xuemei's palm, because of the frequent weaving, has already worn out a layer of calluses, which is hard to the touch, which makes Han Cheng feel a little distressed.

Bai Xuemei originally wanted to say that she was not tired, but after hearing Han Cheng's words of standing here with him for a while, she obediently stopped.

Han Cheng pulled Bai Xuemei in front of him, hugged her from behind, stood on the fence and looked out quietly.

Fu Jiang in the courtyard behind looked up and saw this scene. After eating a mouthful of dog food, he rolled his eyes involuntarily, then drooped his tail, and walked listlessly to the side.

It needs to stay away from this place, a sour smell has made it unable to breathe...

While the tortured Fujiang retreated, the warriors of the Qingque tribe, led by the rabbit fur and trekking all the way with weapons, gradually approached the lair of the Tengshe tribe.

The elder brother who was carrying the rattan shield was a little worried.

He was worried that the people of the Tengshe tribe who stayed in the big tribe would choose to abandon this cave and flee to somewhere else.

It is not impossible for such a thing to happen, after all, they failed to capture and kill all the people who came to attack the tribe.

Moreover, on the way they came all the way, they found two fresh white bones, which were human bones.

It appears to have been eaten.

It is very likely that these bones were left by the people of the Tengshe tribe who fled back.

Except for the bones, they did not see a living person during this journey.

In other words, some members of the Tengshe tribe who had already dispersed and fled back rushed back to the tribe ahead of them.

Under such circumstances, it is not impossible for them to abandon this cave and live in other places.

Once this is done, it will not be easy for them to find these people again.

Because from Rabbitfur he had learned that the tribe knew where many empty tribe caves were.

It was also because of this that he led people away very quickly along the way.

"There, ￥%~"

Rabbit Mao, who can already speak some simple Mandarin, pointed to a big tree in front of him, and spoke in Mandarin mixed with it.