I am a primitive

At night, Han Cheng carefully cooked millet porridge for Huo Er.

This year’s new millet is used, and a lot of finely chopped meat is put into the millet. After a long time of slow cooking, the stew is fragrant and sticky, which is very suitable for the elderly with bad teeth.

"Son of God, I'm not hungry."

Huo Er said softly.

"Eat something if you're not hungry, come."

Han Cheng spoke softly, a bit like coaxing a child.

"I'm not hungry, I feel uncomfortable after eating."

Huo Er still shook his head and said softly.

Seeing what Huo Er said, Han Cheng couldn't force it to feed him, so he thought for a while and said, "Then I'll put it back first, and I'll heat it up for you when you're hungry."

Han Cheng sat here for a while, said something to Huo Er, comforted her for a while, and walked out with the bowl.

After making sure that there was no one around, Huo Er couldn't help but licked his lips, swallowing some saliva with difficulty.

She's very hungry, but she can't eat...

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Huo Er refused to eat for a reason, and there was more than one reason.

The most direct reason is the defecation in this afternoon.

After Han Cheng's advocacy for so many years, the people in the tribe have long been accustomed to the matter of defecating in the toilet, and it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Even if Han Cheng doesn't advocate it, except for ignorant children, no one will defecate in their sleeping place.

However, Huo Er did this today, although a woman from the tribe had already put a diaper on her when she did so.

Feeling the heat under his body, watching the women in the tribe changing his diaper, Huo Er felt very uncomfortable.

On the one hand, she was moved by the people in the tribe who took care of her in such a small way, and on the other hand, she deeply felt that she was dragging the tribe down.

Not to mention that I can no longer contribute to the tribe, many people in the tribe who are still dragged down cannot work normally.

So she decided not to eat.

In this way, food can be wasted less, and people in the tribe can be troubled less.

As the night got darker, many people from the tribe came to visit Huo Er and said some words of comfort to Huo Er.

Those who were not good at talking clapped their chests and said that they could grow a lot of food, so much that the people in the tribe couldn't finish it, and Huo Er could rest in peace.

The performance of everyone in the tribe made Huo Er feel warmer in his heart, but when Han Cheng came over with food again, Huo Er shook his head more firmly.

The autumn sun shines on the kang of Huo Er through the window lattice.

Huo Er turned his head, and through the window, he could see some swaying bamboo leaves outside.

Sometimes there will be a bird or two flying through this small sky.

This kang was replaced by Han Chengxin for Huo Er, the purpose is not to make Huo Er too boring.

A good person, suddenly his leg is broken, he can only lie on the bed, and can't even deliver his feces and urine. It would be strange if he was not in a hurry.

At this time, Han Cheng was squatting in front of a small stone mortar, using the stone mortar to pound the contents slowly.

After the contents inside became mushy, I carefully dug them out with a spoon and put them into a bowl.

These are bluish in white, and there are many small red skins mixed in.

These pastes are the red mountain fruits that Han Cheng asked the people in the tribe to pick.

After washing, remove the seeds, and then slowly crush them with a stone mortar.

This is specially made for Huo Er.

Since Huo Er broke his leg, his appetite has not been very good, and he basically doesn't eat much.

After persuading her for a long time yesterday, she only took half a mouthful, but before she swallowed the half mouthful, she spit it out again.

Although he didn't know why Huo Er's appetite suddenly became so poor, Han Cheng still made his own efforts based on his past experience.

The long-ripe wild fruit tastes sour and sweet, and it is very appetizing. Han Cheng, who never ate less hawthorn pills when he was a child, remembers this very clearly.

Han Cheng didn't know how to make hawthorn pills, but he could make hawthorn porridge.

It is a big deal that people can't eat food. People are iron, and rice is steel. For Han Cheng, who has a great appetite, he will still be hungry every time he eats three meals a day.

So the most important thing at present is not to try to cure Huo Er's broken leg, but to find a way to regulate Huo Er's appetite.

The room was quiet, everyone in the tribe was busy with their own affairs, Huo Er was lying on the kang quietly looking at the sky outside the window.

She no longer felt hungry, and after going through the long-term torment like her stomach was on fire, she no longer felt hungry.

She was lying on the kang, her whole body was light and light.

She looked at the white cloud that appeared in the sky above the window, and felt that she was floating in the air like the cloud. This feeling was extremely wonderful and comfortable.

In the past few days, many things have come to her mind.

Most of what she recalled was what happened after the Son of God came to the tribe.

Before the Son of God came, life was very difficult, basically repeated day after day, there was really not much to think about, too much to miss.

But now, what she thinks more about is the fruit that made her roll down the hillside.

The fruit that she didn't pick up in the end.

But when I think about it now, I don't think it was such a waste.

Because at this time, she had already come to the slope again, watching the fruit rot with her own eyes, and the resultant core germinated, grew, bloomed, and bear fruit.

This fruit tree grew very big, bigger than all the fruit trees in the tribe.

The fruit tree is full of sun-baked fruits, and there are naughty children, as dexterous as monkeys, climbing on it to pick the fruits.

A fruit fell from a child's hand and rolled all the way down until it reached Huo Er's feet.

Huo Er bent down slowly, picked up the fruit, wiped it with his rough palm, and slowly put it into his mouth.

With a light bite, the sweet fruit juice flowed into the mouth and spread towards the limbs.