I am a primitive

A little expansion is okay, but a large-scale expansion is really unnecessary.

When Han Cheng was in a daze for this unexpected thing, Wu was also looking at Han Cheng in a daze.

How can such a good thing be dismantled?

At this time, Han Cheng finally realized the mistake he made in this matter.

As a person who got into a fight with the mouse because the mouse stole some food from the tribe, if you told him that the big walls and some houses in the tribe were to be demolished, it would be strange if he could immediately agree.

That's what Han Cheng said, if others dare to mention these things in front of Wu, even though Wu is old and his arms and legs are no longer flexible, Wu can still jump up to let this person know, and the old man will go crazy. Come on, hit the same pain.

Compared with other people in the tribe, the shaman who has been in the civil service for a long time is undoubtedly able to say more, and the reasons given are more sufficient.

"The wall of the house is too good? It's a pity to tear it down?"

Han Cheng muttered to himself what Wu said.

You have never seen those buildings that were demolished in later generations, and after seeing them, you will not say that it is a pity to demolish them...

"Okay, you can continue to guard the mouse here..."

After talking for a while, God Son Han, who felt quite invincible, turned around and walked away with a kind of prophetic loneliness and helplessness.

It turns out that after surpassing everyone to a certain extent, it is really lonely... Han Cheng, who is in possession of Dugu, thinks so hypocritically.

With so many people in the tribe, there must be someone who can feel his mood and understand his intentions, right?

So Han Dashenzi went to find the person in the tribe who was led by him the most, and this person was getting some hemp-skinned stones there.

Han Cheng's thoughts fell through again, and he briefly took back the stone from the paper made of hemp skin, looked up at Shenzi, and after thinking for a while, he made the same choice as other people in the tribe .

He used to live in a cave and sleep with many people, but he didn't feel how crowded the tribe is now.

On the contrary, he still thinks that living together like this is quite lively.

As for the lack of clear functional divisions in the tribe, the overly dense buildings, and gradually mixed things, Stone, like other people in the tribe, did not notice much.

He reached out and patted Shi Shi on the shoulder, letting Shi Shi continue to study the use of hemp leather to make paper, while Han Cheng left here and walked elsewhere with a look of melancholy.

Stone touched the melon seeds on his head with his big wet hands, looked at Shenzi's back with some doubts, and then didn't think too deeply, and then began to get numb.

The previous living conditions were different, and the views on the same thing were also different.

For example, now, Han Cheng feels that the tribe is becoming increasingly crowded and the division of functional areas is unreasonable and chaotic, but everyone in the tribe thinks that the situation is very good and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Sometimes it's too advanced, and it's not too good..."

The very hurt Han Dashenzi was holding his son and talking a little pretentiously. The only response to him was Xiaowandou babbling, but he couldn't understand what it meant.

After coaxing his son to play for a while, thinking about how uncomfortable he felt, Han Chengcheng began to do things that seemed childish.

He found a broken clay pot, got a lot of pot bottom ash, scooped some water and stirred it to make simple, rough ink.

Then I found a big brush made of wild boar hair and tied it to a stick, and then walked through the gate with these tools and came to the outside of the tribe's wall.

I looked around, found a place that was more pleasing to the eye, and began to dip in ink and swipe.

Of course, it was not a catchphrase that would make people think that it is the unshirkable responsibility of the village party secretary to let the whole village have a second child. Instead, a big circle was drawn on it, and a big circle was written inside the circle. word.

After I finished writing, I tilted my head to look at it, and the more I looked at it, the more pleasing it was to my eyes.

(I owe another update...)

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There was some warmth in the fields around the tribe. With the efforts of everyone in the Qingque tribe, more and more land was turned over.

The moist soil is exposed to the air, with a pleasant smell.

The heavy snow and cold are not without benefits. Layers of heavy snow covered the land with sufficient moisture, and also froze many bugs to death along the way.

Can effectively reduce the probability of occurrence of pests and diseases.

The warm spring sun shone down on the earth, and the still cold spring breeze shook Han Cheng's sleeves.

Han Dashenzi, who stood with his hands behind his back, held a pen in one hand, stepped back a few steps and looked at his handwriting carefully.

The writing is not very good, but the meaning is very good.

In later generations, no matter how ugly the word "demolition" is written, many people still hope that this word will appear on their houses.

Because this word represents the rejuvenation of the family, the rich material that comes with it, and the confidence to fire the boss after driving a good car to work and then not working as you like.

With this word, after experiencing the joy of getting rich, many people will become calm and more patient and tolerant in dealing with others.

Such a word contains something in later generations that far exceeds the "blessing" that is pasted on the door during the New Year's Day.

No matter how well the word "Fu" is written, it is not true to use such a word.

In later generations, Han Cheng's hometown lived in an extremely remote place, and he would not be able to write such a word in the next few decades.

This is also one of the main reasons why he has to perform tasks alone on Valentine's Day.

People are like this, the more they lack something, the more rare it is.

Han Cheng, who was hopelessly written with the word "demolition" on the houses of later generations, so he wrote such a good meaning on the wall of the tribe by himself here.

Although I know that even if it is written, it is of no use, but sometimes watching it makes people feel excited.

After appreciating his handwriting for a while, Han Cheng walked to the other side and continued to write this character.

While writing this, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and a very good idea arose in my heart.

If, before the blind date, I had written a word of "removal" on my own house and the houses of the neighbors, the result of the blind date might have been completely different, right?

After a flash of inspiration, all that remains is deep regret. Why didn't such a good idea come to mind before?

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng took the pottery pot and the big writing brush and went back to the tribe. From a distance, he saw his son writhing in the simple baby walker and pushing the baby walker. Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng shook his head and threw all those messy thoughts out of his mind.

It's also fortunate that no one fell in love with me before, otherwise I would have a lot of worries in this era.

Thinking this way, he snorted again. In the later generations, no women would look at him, but now he is a sweet potato. He only needs to say a word, and the women in the tribe can take turns to squeeze him dry.

In his heart, he severely criticized the blindness of those women who had blind dates with him in later generations. With a strong spirit of victory, Han Cheng walked up to him with a smile to tease his fat son.

When he came to the front and looked at the black ink on his hands, Han Cheng's heart was moved, and then he began to dress up the little pea.

Under Han Cheng's exquisite care, a little old man wearing crotch pants and sitting on a walker has been freshly baked.