I am a primitive

A large group of people left, and the burning flames gradually died out, leaving a patch of ashes and ruins.

The excitement and vitality of the past have all been burned away with this fire.

On the way to the north under escort, Bark turned his head frequently...

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Yanshan, about ten miles away from the Qingque Tribe.

Miss Chun's breath did not infect the pure-hearted Yanshan, and when other places glowed with more and more vitality under the care of Miss Chun, this guy who didn't move was still the same as before. Boring.

Not only did he ignore the colorful Chun girl, but he even had the time to roll his eyes at this girl who was fascinated by countless things.

There's no way, the guy who doesn't lift is so stubborn when facing a beauty.

Of course, Salt Mountain doesn't get much life, because not many plants can grow on it.

It is also true that Yanshan rolled his eyes at Miss Chun.

In fact, it's not just Miss Chun, but the other three seasons can only get supercilious.

Because the people of Qingqueluo, after long-term mining, only gouged out two eyes for it, and did not put eyelids on it with good intentions.

At this time, while Yanshan kept rolling his eyes, some people from the Qingque Tribe ignored Yanshan's eyes and were busy not too far away from Yanshan.

After the trees were cut down and a wide isolation zone was cleared, last year's withered grass was set on fire, and in the ashes after burning, there were some unburnt grass buds that had just emerged this year.

Looking at this scene, Han Cheng couldn't help but read a poem on the spot: "Li Liyuan is on the grass, one year old and one dry and prosperous. The wild fire can't burn out, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

After reading, Han Cheng was quite emotional.

Such a small poem that has been sung for thousands of years, if you come to ancient times, and recite it once in this situation, it will definitely win the praise of countless people, and maybe even people will recommend themselves as pillows because of it...

but now……

Looking at Bai Xuemei, who was looking at him blankly, and the stone who was equally ignorant and the most educated in the tribe except himself, Han Cheng felt that the ancient poets were unrecognized and born at the wrong time, and immediately There is a very deep recognition.

Stone rubbed his head, looking at the grass that had been dug out and piled up to bask in the sun, he was very puzzled by Shenzi's emotion just now.

How can the spring breeze blow again under such circumstances?

After hearing Shitou's question, Han Cheng saw the black line on his forehead, and wanted to reach out and hit this guy's head hard.

But thinking about what Shi Shi said carefully, Han Cheng still thinks it makes sense.

Moreover, this place will soon be opened up as a farmland for the tribe. If it is true that the wild fire will never end, and the spring breeze will regenerate, will there be so much grass, can you grow it in your own tribe?

Sure enough, poetic and picturesque is not suitable for this era.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng threw away the urge to read two more poems, and started digging the grass roots together with the rest of the people.

This is the official development of the Yanshan residential area.

Because for the Qingque tribe, food is the most important thing at present, and there is a time limit for planting food. If you miss the time and plant it again, it will either reduce production or fail, so when developing the Yanshan residential area However, Han Cheng did not let people build a place to live as before, but reclaimed the land first.

After the spring plowing has passed, the food is planted, and then the construction of the house begins.

As a result, the tribe collected a lot of food.

Of course, it is in Yanshan, if it is changed to other places, Han Cheng will definitely let people build the living place first, and then reclaim the land.

The reason why Yanshan is so special is because Yanshan is relatively close to the tribe.

Although it is troublesome to travel between the salt mountain and the tribe every day, compared with the land reclaimed before the farming season and the grain to be harvested in autumn, this trouble is obviously worth it.

Han Cheng paved the ground for a while, leaning on the hoe to rest for a while, while resting, he gently beat his sore waist with his hands, showing a bitter and mean smile on his face.

Sure enough, as a non-professional, some poses that are too difficult cannot be easily tried.

After beating his waist in such a small way for a while, Han Cheng glanced at Bai Xue who looked energetic beside him, and couldn't help but sigh again.

It is true that there are only exhausted cows and no plowed land.

The cultivated land is better, but the raw land that has never been plowed is even more tiring to cultivate.

Just like now, you only need to look at the grass roots, tree roots, and stones of all sizes that have been dug out to know how tiring it is to cultivate raw land.

Moreover, because the plows in the tribe are made of bronze, they are far less sturdy than the plows of later generations, and the donkeys that pull the plows are not as strong as oxen, four-wheels, and small jumpers. It can only be done by people.

This is even more tiring.

After not cultivating for a long time, Han Dashenzi, who had a faint backache, was sweating from the exhaustion of this wasteland.

Sure enough, in rural life, it is more comfortable to sit on the ridge under the shade of a tree, with a cattail fan in your hand, and a pot of herbal tea at your feet to watch others work in the fields.

When Han Dashenzi kept expressing his feelings about the difficulty of plowing the land, when the three Qingque tribes were blooming and reclaiming land on a large scale, and when they were preparing for spring plowing, they brought the gathered tribes and their trophies back to the tribe's Heishi tribe. Time also ushered in a feast.

Although their feast was not as good as the feast of the Qingque Tribe, it was still enough to make these people happy.

The leader of the Grass Tribe is very happy now, not only that the evil Black Stone Tribe, who only knew to ask for food from them in the past, generously took out some food for them to eat this time, and more importantly, Not long ago, the leader of the evil Blackstone tribe made a decision to distribute some of the population from the plunder to their tribes who fought.

Such a good thing that had never been thought of before suddenly happened to him. How could the leader of the grass tribe be unhappy?

You know, when following the Blackstone tribe to attack the tribe where the bark is located, because she cleverly let the people in the tribe use the bark to block her body, so after this trip, the people in the tribe, only Both had some injuries.

This kind of injury is not as serious as the one they sometimes suffered while hunting.

In the case that there is no attrition in their own tribe, the Blackstone tribe will distribute some people to their own tribe, and the population of their own tribe will increase at once.

Even if it is not an adult, it is more cost-effective to take it back and raise it than to give birth to one and then raise it slowly.

And now it is spring, as the temperature gets warmer day by day, food will become more and more accessible, and the tribe will be able to feed them.

Thinking about these things beautifully in his heart, the leader of the grass tribe became happier the more he thought about it, and when he looked at the leader of the black stone tribe, he suddenly felt that this guy was not as scary and disgusting as before.

After a banquet where the bark didn't look very rich, and even looked crude, the bark who was still despising the Blackstone tribe and these damned guys suddenly became panicked.

Because these people are violently dividing their tribe.

Divided into small groups for those who are obviously not a tribe.

Bark, who roared anxiously and then angrily, was beaten, and immediately shut his mouth, just watching those clansmen whose bodies were trembling in fear with red eyes, and kept looking back at him, their faces full of longing.

However, the seemingly omnipotent leader in the past can only silently watch them go away.

Bark clenched his hands tightly, his eyes were red.