I am a primitive

The team set off the first day and returned by the evening of the second day.

They went to the tribe closest to them this time.

Thin people with little food, driven by the people of the Blackstone tribe with meteorite weapons, walked all the way to the Blackstone tribe through the snow.

The fate that awaits them will not be any better.

Transferring disasters has been happening since ancient times, and this is the nature of human beings to survive.

For example, in the past, affected by the cold weather, after the grassland tribe suffered a disaster, they would lead the tribe and the scimitar all the way south.

Through acts such as "grazing the valley", they plundered the Han people to make up for their own losses.

The Blackstone tribe, which owns meteorite and makes it into weapons, is doing similar things now...

Inside the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng came back and hugged Little Pea, squatting at the base of the wall without the slightest image of a son of God, basking in the warm sun.

After a period of severe cold and strong cold air, the temperature finally rose slowly, and the snow began to melt on a large scale.

This made many people breathe a sigh of relief. Even Han Cheng, who has always liked to watch snow, started to get a little bored after watching the white color for a long time. Greeted the belated spring girl with a smile.

Corresponding to the warm spring sun is the vigorous vitality.

Not to mention the nature outside, just talk about the Qingque tribe at this time. Compared with before, there is obviously a lot more anger at this time.

Not far away, a child stared at the melting snowman with a big nose, the big toad lying on the ground, and the shiny wind chime with his mouth full of reluctance.

A group of women in another place were sitting there doing needlework, while chatting some words there.

No matter what era it is in, a group of women can't be quiet when they gather together.

But it is this kind of noise that makes life more lively.

At this time, among these women, there are some people from the original Huangguo tribe.

After a period of time, the people from the Huangguo tribe and the old man from the Qingque tribe got along very well.

This is the natural advantage that high-level civilizations have over low-level civilizations.

If a low-level civilization wants to absorb a high-level civilization, no matter how many methods are used, the effect will not be as good as it is today.

The woman from the Huangguo tribe is now learning needlework with the old man from the Qingque tribe.

Ever since they saw Shang and others perform their crafts in their caves, making animal skins into hats and other things, they have grown yearning for this magical skill.

Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally want to learn a lesson.

Holding a needle there, Huangguo, who seemed to be clumsily piercing the animal skin, suddenly felt something was wrong.

After a while, he put down the needle and thread in his hand, said a few words in unskilled Mandarin, and pointed to the direction of the toilet.

After understanding Huang Guo's meaning, the woman from the Qingque tribe stretched out her hand to grab her, then returned to the house, and brought her a long linen bag.

After telling her how to use it, he smiled and pushed her to go to the toilet quickly...

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After entering the toilet, Huang Guo took a while to come out, walking in an awkward posture, looking down at himself while walking, and felt that this kind of thing that had never been used before was quite novel and comfortable.

When I was bleeding before, I just wiped it with dry grass and leaves, but the annoying thing was that it couldn't be wiped clean.

It is different now, with this kind of thing made of linen and plant ash, there is no such trouble anymore, and it is still so comfortable,

Looking at Huang Guo, whose walking posture was somewhat unnatural, most of these men and women of the Qingque tribe showed kind smiles at this time.

They like to put themselves in the shoes of those who have been there, and to see and be amazed by what these newcomers find normal to them.

This feeling is very wonderful. Sometimes, it seems to be more comfortable than drinking honey water.

Huang Guo returned to the crowd, and asked them about the origin of this wonderful thing in poor mandarin, even speaking and making gestures.

As expected, these people and women all smiled and looked at Han Cheng who was not too far away, sitting there, putting Little Pea on the ground, and letting Little Pea try to walk.

The admiration and respect in Huang Guo's eyes became stronger.

Shenzi is really too powerful and caring. Not only did he make so many useful big things, but he can even consider such small things, which is really admirable.

Han Cheng, who was coaxing the unsteady little pea to want him to walk, felt the burning eyes at this time, and his old face blushed involuntarily.

He was not too far away from these women, and it was rare for primitive people to speak in a low voice.

Under such circumstances, even if he didn't pay attention to the situation there, he still knew what happened there just now.

Ordinarily, Han Cheng, who has gone through so many battles and seen a lot of the fierceness and wildness of primitive people, should not turn red because of such a trivial matter.

This abnormal situation appeared at this time, of course, there was a reason for it.

Ordinarily, the person who invented and improved things like the aunt's towel should be a woman.

Because of his appearance and the fact that he found a wife like Bai Xuemei, this great object appeared in his hands.

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with it, but at this moment, Han Cheng suddenly remembered something not so wonderful.

Guan Zhong came up with the system of camping prostitutes, and was later honored as the patriarch by the fireworks venues of later generations.

With such an association, the fun will be great. Will his name be tied to the aunt's towel in the future like the famous Guan Zhong among Guan Baozhi's friends?Be regarded as the patriarch?

Even after thousands of years, as the founder, will his head appear on this great object...

Thinking of this, Han Chengcheng couldn't help but shudder, as if an electric current passed through his body.

Looking up at the group of smiling women looking at him for a century, Han Cheng was filled with despair.

Judging from the reactions of these guys at this time, it is impossible for him to get rid of his relationship with this object.

Miscalculation!

Miscalculation!

At this moment, Han Cheng's face is full of lovelessness.

God knows that there will be such a thing today. If he had thought of this matter earlier, he would not let Bai Xuemei and the women in the tribe say that this thing was made by him, but would press it firmly. On Bai Xuemei, a woman.

But now, this matter is well known in the tribe, even if they want to blame it, there is no place to blame it.

You can't think about this matter deeply. After thinking about it for a while, Han Chengcheng feels like crying but has no tears.

Sniffing, the tearful Dashenzi Han picked up Han Wandou and walked away, deciding to stay away from these women so as not to cause other heart-wrenching things.