I am a primitive

It sounds a little cruel, but the fact is that it cannot be ignored.

Compared with the paper made for the first time, the paper made for the second time had such a great improvement, which inspired the stone, and then Han Chengcheng became the shopkeeper.

Wu had become extremely scary now, and the animals in the tribe trembled when they saw him, especially Fu Jiang, who would not come to Wu's side even if they were killed.

Because the witch with thin hair has now completely reduced to a hair-plucking maniac, when he sees an animal, he wants to go up and pull two handfuls of hair down, and then use it to make a brush.

The rabbit that he often hugged and the sheep in the deer pen were half bald by now, so don't squeeze the wool of the Qingque tribe too much.

Fortunately, the weather is warm now. If it is winter, I am afraid that the two guys will be sad.

Every time he saw these two guys with half of their clothes missing, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Sure enough, your uncle will always be your uncle, with such a personality that he can pluck out hairs, and if he catches one, he will pluck it out to death.

At first, Han Cheng didn't quite understand, until one day he saw Wu's head with thinning hair, he suddenly realized why Wu had to be so cruel.

Under Wu's crazy operation, the Qingque Tribe's writing brushes are also increasing.

There are wolf hair, rabbit hair, wool hair, deer hair, wild boar hair, and even the witch made a few with chicken hair and wild goose hair, and even the hair that fell off during shaving was removed by him Make brushes.

It can be said that as long as there is hair in the tribe, he has not let it go.

So recently, when Han Cheng saw Wu, he always felt his scalp was chilly.

The effect is not without, but it is not very ideal.

Pens made of pure wolf hair are relatively hard and have poor water absorption. Pens made of rabbit fur and wool are too soft and absorb ink too much. Not a pen at all, but a brush...

Han Cheng looked at Wu who was scratching his head, and didn't come out to remind him.

All the hairs that can be tried in the tribe have been tried by the witch, and they have already reached this point. It will be a matter of time before they mix all kinds of hairs together and combine them.

The days go by day by day, and the passing time urges the body of the old man to bend, urging a new life, and the urging Qingque tribe is full of bent millet...

After a sumptuous scythe-opening meal, the people of the Qingque tribe, who had been busy for a long time, took all kinds of tools and rushed towards the large golden ocean with joy.

Glittering sweat slid down the bronzed skin, and joyful smiles filled every face.

Amidst the creaking sound, the wheelbarrow shuttled back and forth between the field and the threshing floor on the stone road, transporting heavy harvests.

The sun-dried millet was put into the granary, and everyone felt very at ease. With these millet, they would not be hungry for a long time in the future.

Being able to live comfortably in this era makes people feel proud when they think about it.

After an autumn wind, a few yellow leaves rolled down, and the surrounding area of ​​the Qingque tribe suddenly became empty. The fields were clean, as if they had been cleaned deliberately.

Standing on the fence, Han Cheng looked at the vast field with a smile on his face.

What should be done has been done, and the next step is to go to Copper Mountain.

The fifth and eighty first chapter cheating peas

The autumn sun spread down, leaking spots of light through many emerald green bamboo leaves.

Under the bamboo shadow, next to the granite stone mill, there is a wooden shelf, and a wooden box is hung on the shelf.

There are soft and golden fresh millet stalks laid in the wooden box, and there is also some fragrance of grain that has not dissipated.

Some sackcloth was spread on the millet pole, and on the sackcloth lay a fat doll wearing sackcloth clothes and covered with a sackcloth sheet.

This doll is really fat, even if it is lying there, its face has turned into a pear shape because of the excess fat, making it look chubby.

The arm protruding from under the sackcloth sheet, section by section, looks like a tender white lotus root that has just been dug out of the water and washed, and there are some chubby little meat pits at the base of the fat little fingers.

At this moment, the two fingers of the fat little hand were stuffed in the toothless mouth.

These two fingers are undoubtedly extremely delicious, otherwise the fat little guy would not be so sweet and satisfying to eat.

While drooling, there were smiles on the face full of baby fat from time to time.

"Beep beep..."

A head protruded abruptly, appearing above the baby, blocking the little bit of Qiuyang that leaked down.

Looking at the chubby son, Han Cheng couldn't help stretching out his finger and put it on the little guy's armpit, with a smile on his face, making some noises in his mouth to tease him, and started the usual game between father and son.

The chubby Pea squinted her eyes, grinned her toothless mouth, and showed a happier smile than Han Cheng.

Little Pea, who had just turned [-] days old, was already able to laugh out loud at this moment. Being tickled by Han Cheng like this, his two arms began to wave wildly, and the linen sheet covering his body was pulled aside.

Han Cheng's head was lowered a little, and he was a little too close to the little guy, and he was picked on the face by the little guy's drool-filled hands within two strokes.

If it was someone else, after such a thing happened, Han Cheng would definitely wipe his face in distaste, and then stay away from this guy, maybe even kick him on the other's ass.

But if you switch to Little Peas, everything will be different.Not only did he not pull his face out of his son's claws, but he even moved closer so that his son could hold it comfortably.

After playing this kind of game for a while, Han Cheng stretched out his hand to pick up Little Pea from the cradle, put the diaper on first, and wrapped his arms around him in his arms.

Under the nourishment of Han Cheng's delicious food, Bai Xuemei's milk is full.

If the food is good, Little Pea's body will be strong.

A hundred-day-old child already weighed more than fifteen catties, which was rare in primitive times. Even in the Qingque tribe with sufficient food, there were not many people who could have the body fat of a small pea at a hundred days old.

The little guy weighing more than fifteen pounds was hugged in his arms, like a stone egg.

Xiao Wandou's neck was already stiff, and she could straighten her head for a while without Han Cheng's hand, but sometimes she couldn't control it and hit Han Cheng's chest with her head, leaving a spit of saliva.

Holding the son in his mouth, he babbled and said some words that aliens could not understand, and the father and son communicated very happily.

After adding mulberry leaves to the autumn silkworms not far away, Bai Xuemei, who was holding a bamboo basket, looked over here. Looking at this scene, she felt extraordinarily peaceful and happy in her heart.

This kind of happiness will dilute the dullness caused by Brother Cheng leaving the tribe tomorrow...

As night fell, the busy and lively Qingque tribe fell into silence, only the autumn insects chirping at night.

This sound, coupled with the gradually cooling night, and the cold light flickering fireflies in the last few days, made the surroundings even more peaceful.

Uh, no, besides the chirping of autumn insects, there are some other sounds faintly resounding in the night.

Han Cheng's panting mixed with Bai Xuemei's kitten-like cry, playing the original movement.

Before a man travels far away, and after returning from a long trip, such a movement is generally indispensable.

When you leave, you see off, and when you return, you welcome.

In the past, generals would fire cannons for grand marches or celebrations when they set off on expeditions and when they triumphantly returned. For example, the lyrics in the famous "Mu Guiying in Command" read, "The three cannons outside the gate~ are like ~ Lei Zhen ~, in Tianbo Mansion... '