I am a primitive

There will be no tribe that can be an opponent of one's own tribe!Those tribes who dare to resist will be like these two tribes.

Their weapons and bodies will all be cut to pieces by the black stones of their tribe!

Confidence spread in the hearts of Blackstone and all the people in the Blackstone tribe, and everyone believed in it.

The dead worms, and their lives, awakened this tribe with god-level weapons, allowing them to truly realize their own strength...

The Qingque tribe, which is far away from here, is also completely white at this time.

The thick walls, the watchtowers above the walls, and the thatched and black tile roofs are all covered with a layer of snow.

However, unlike other places, there is not much snow on the roof, and there are water droplets dripping along the icicles hanging from the eaves.

In all the inhabited rooms of the Qingque tribe, kangs are burned to keep the interior warm, so the snow cannot be stored on the surface for too long.

The cold wind weakened a lot after crossing the wall, blowing the rows of crystal icicles hanging under the eaves, tilting the broken straw hat on the snowman's head, shaking the wind chimes made of crystal icicles, and shaking a piece of snow. The note of 'Dinglingling...' sounds crisp and clear, like transparent ice.

In this sound, sometimes there will be a sound of chickens showing off after laying eggs from the chicken coop.

With sufficient food supply, some chickens have also broken their own rules and can lay eggs in winter.

It's not just people who are full of food, but chickens as well.

In the next circle, wild geese with their feathers cut off...

Someone appeared with a stick and knocked on the icicles hanging under the eaves. After a crisp sound, a pile of broken ice and jade appeared on the ground.

The minors ran over cheering, squatting there to find the ice that suits them.

The younger ones, who were wrapped up like zongzi, were clumsy and staggered and ran to that side...

In winter, the Qingque Tribe compound in Li is less busy than in the past, and more leisurely, lazy and warm. It always makes people feel at ease.

At this time, if one could push open the doors of the three houses where the revered son of God and the witch lived, and see the scene inside, those who couldn't stand the hunger in winter would definitely be drooling and cursing.

In the middle room, which was used as a living room, white steam was filling the air.

The stone table in the middle turned into a square hearth made of bricks and mud at some point.

The stove is one meter square and only one meter high. In the middle of the stove is a clay pot with a diameter of about [-] centimeters, which is like a clay pot.

At this time, the burning flames in the small stove reflected the fire pond red, and the water in the clay pot was bubbling and bubbling.

Seeing that there was not much food in the clay pot, Han Cheng, who was smiling, turned around and brought a plate from a wooden shelf not far away. Inside the plate was cut out with a copper knife and was as thin as transparent mutton slices.

A plate of mutton slices was poured into the clay pot, and a group of people who were eating were slightly sweating, and no one spoke, their eyes were all fixed on the pot.

The thin mutton slices will be cooked just a little rolling. After Han Cheng scooped them up with his chopsticks, the rest of the Qingque Tribe high-ranking officials all quickly struck out with chopsticks in one hand and a bowl in the other. In the blink of an eye, a plate of mutton fresh from the pot had been divided up. Cleaned up.

Foodies, a group of foodies!

Han Cheng couldn't help feeling emotional while putting the mutton into his mouth.

At this moment, Wu had obviously forgotten what he said when Han Cheng asked him to eat food not long ago. At this time, the key to using the chopsticks is "steady, accurate, and ruthless". With one chopstick, he can scoop up half a bowl of mutton slices. .

Obviously, they are all people who have lost a few teeth, but at this time, the speed of eating is not at the disadvantage of young people like Han Cheng.

He ate up all the mutton in the bowl like a storm, and without Han Cheng's hands, he put another plate of mutton into the pot, and poured half a plate of frozen tofu into it.

Han Cheng was a little dumbfounded.

Are you not hungry?

What about just having a taste?

Wu, what about your integrity?

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Hot pot in winter is always so tempting, whether it is primitive or modern, it is difficult to resist their temptation.

Even though the hot pot made by Han Cheng has neither chili, pepper, nor sesame sauce, but as soon as it appeared, it immediately conquered all the senior officials of the Qingque tribe.

If you don't believe me, you can take a look at this group of people wandering around the tribe in the snow at this time.

In such weather, Han Cheng was not too willing to go out, but there was nothing he could do if he didn't go out. Everyone ate too much, and the food piled up in his throat.

If you don't come out to hang around and digest your food, there is a high possibility that someone will pass by...

Looking at the group of guys walking around with their stomachs covered, Han Cheng couldn't help but curl his mouth wildly.

One and two are almost too much to eat, and they are still talking about not eating enough.

Among them, Wu, an increasingly unstable old magician, is the most shameless.

After eating, when you pick up a chopstick of food from the pot, you will say something in a low voice: "Zao yao~"

After chanting, put the food near your mouth and blow it a little, and it was delivered to your mouth immediately.

After eating, he picked up another chopstick and put it into the bowl without any hesitation, shaking his head and making the sound of "sinful yell~", the food was put into his mouth again...

Several people are in a very good mood. With the emergence of copper ore and tin ore, as well as the exploration and improvement of various utensils and techniques required for copper smelting, up to now, the number of bronze weapons in the tribe has reached more than 150. All of them are sharpened.

The number of bronze feathered arrows has exceeded a thousand at this time.

In addition, two hundred bronze balls that were not very round were also cast, which were regarded as projectiles for the sling team.

More than a dozen copper knives were also cast, all of which were sharpened, and they were very convenient for cutting vegetables, deboning and peeling.

The bronze ax also has eight handles.

The successive appearance of these things and the power they displayed made everyone in the tribe very happy.

The Qingque tribe is around, and it has already become an existence that others dare not and cannot afford to provoke. Now that they have so many bronze wares, they have become stronger and need to be looked up to.

Accompanied by several men holding bronze daggers, Han Cheng and the others strolled around the tribe for a while, and then, under Han Cheng's leadership, went to the East and West slave yards.

Strolling wherever you go to digest food is just a stroll, it is better to go to the small courtyard of the slaves and let them feel the love from the upper class.

Some things, after putting on a coat of caring, are actually more effective than whips.

Holding a whip in his hand, standing behind the slave's buttocks, Han Cheng couldn't do things like frantically squeezing and abusing the slaves. Not only was he in a bad mood, but he also didn't have the skills.

With such energy, it's better to spend more time with your fat boy, or think about tinkering with something.

Compared with the whip, he actually prefers to do things more humanely.

He didn't twist his mind, and things that could be done with gentle means naturally didn't have to be bloody.