I am a primitive

Even the running minors seemed much more honest after the primitive woman came over.

This older primitive man is the wise man of this tribe, and he can also be called a witch or a priest. At this time, there is not much difference.

After she came here, she looked at it for a while, and squatted down behind an older minor.

He stretched out one hand, held the minor's hand holding the stick, raised and lowered it, and after repeating this seven or eight times in a row, he let the minor do it by himself, while she watched.

After a while, I held her hand with my hand and taught it again. Seeing that the minor was beating much better, I squatted down and handled the vines with the people around me.

The sun was moving inch by inch above the sky. When the sun was slanting westward and some people in the fields around the tribe began to carry or hold the vines that were pulled down today to the tribe, these people in the tribe had already carried them to the tribe. These things were cleaned out.

The beaten vines were set aside, leaving only a bunch of small gray-brown fruits.

At this time, the priest of this tribe held an irregular, round pottery pot in his hand to hold these gray-brown fruits.

She took this matter very seriously, and every time she filled the clay pot level, she poured it into the grass basket next to it.

And every time a pot is poured, a small stone that has been ground sharper will be used to draw a vertical path on another larger stone.

Several rows of such paths have been drawn on this stone slab.

After putting all the taupe seeds here, the priest looked at the stone slab in front of him and sighed slightly.

Compared with the previous ones, the newly drawn row of lanes is much smaller.

"#￥5$!"

While sighing and staring at the slate in a daze, the tribe suddenly burst into cheers.

The priest turned his head to look outside the tribe, and then smiled.

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Following her gaze, I saw a group of people approaching the tribe in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Because these people came from the direction of the sun, they only looked like a silhouette, and their faces were not very clear.

If ordinary people were here, they might be shocked.

Because the outlines of these people look very weird.

The bottom is thick and thick, far exceeding what a normal person should look like, while the top is the same as a normal person.

However, the people of this tribe were obviously already familiar with these scenes. Not only were they not afraid after seeing them, but they even shouted with joy.

Some minors ran up quickly.

The silhouettes gradually approached the tribe, and after a while of shaking, the weird silhouettes split apart.

The weird-looking person returned to normal, while the thicker-looking thing walked with the person.

A group of people with weapons led a large animal into the tribe from the outside. Some picked fruits and some killed prey were placed on the animal's back.

They talked to those who went out to greet them, but they didn't move indiscriminately. Led by the very majestic man in the front, they didn't stop until they came to the priestess standing here. .

"￥%6..."

The strong primitive man in the lead said something to the priest, and after the two talked for a while, the returning group began to take things off the animals' backs.

After taking them, someone led the animals and started to walk to the side of the tribe.

There are fences built with thick branches, which can be regarded as a relatively simple enclosure for keeping these animals.

After penning the animals inside, someone brought over the vines that had been beaten by the priests not long ago.

The animals lowered their heads and started eating the vines.

They are not afraid of people, nor do they think about escaping from this relatively simple enclosure. They are obviously already used to this kind of life and have been domesticated.

After the return of the strong chief, it was not long before the tribe began to cook and eat.

They put some of the gray-brown fruits that were harvested today into the unattractive pottery, added water, put them on the supported stones, and boiled them over the fire.

Others used stone knives to cut the prey they hunted when they went out, and then used branches to roast them on the fire.

The pottery they use is very different from the pottery of the Qingque tribe, and it is much simpler and distorted than that.

This kind of inferior pottery has already been eliminated by the Qingque tribe, and it is still very popular in this tribe.

After the food was cooked, everyone began to eat one after another, all using crooked utensils that could be called clay bowls.

Everyone ate the boiled fruit, and then ate some roasted meat, and they enjoyed themselves together.

Before many people had finished eating, the priestess had already put down the bowl in her hand, not because she ate it so fast, but because she was the first to eat it.

After eating the food, she looked at the people who were using the food with a smile on her face.

"￥%R..."

After the strong leader finished his meal, the priestess reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and then walked towards the relatively large domed thatched cottage in the middle.

After the two of them came to the thatched hut with the dome, the priestess brought over the stone slab that had been recorded before, and under the light of the fire, she pointed to the rows of roads drawn on it to show the leader .

After the leader looked at it for a while, his expression gradually became serious.

"￥%...WSED..."

After a moment of silence in the cupola, the priest spoke.

What she meant was that there were fewer and fewer fruits growing in the ground, and their tribe needed to move west to another place to continue to survive.

Such things are not uncommon in this tribe. They have already discovered that the fruit will become less after the land is planted several times.

They don't know why, but they know that as long as they change to another place and continue to plant, the fruits growing in the ground will increase again.

Over the years, their tribe has been like this. After a few years, they changed places and came all the way west.

They don't know how many times they have migrated and how long they have been. Even the wisest priestess in the tribe can't tell for sure, because this is how the tribe has lived since as long as she can remember.

The previous priest, and the previous priest also lived in this way.

As for when the thing of growing food on the land and then coming to eat it started in the tribe, the sacrifices in this tribe are also unclear.

However, these things that exist in the tribe now make their life in the tribe more comfortable.

The strong tribal leader looked up at the roof that was blackened by the fire, and looked a little bit reluctant.

It is very laborious to build these houses, and the land is not easy to cultivate. If they change to another place to live, the tribe will have to live a more difficult time.