I am a primitive

When faced with the surprised inquiries of the people in the tribe, after these people said some things over and over again, they began to repeat to these people what they heard from the leader Bark about the Qingque tribe.

There are enough things about the Qingque tribe, and it is very interesting to talk about. Every time they tell the story, they will feel yearning and satisfaction in their hearts.

It was as if these were not what the leader told them, but their own personal experiences...

The female leader of the Blue Flower Tribe with a withered blue flower on her head has been a little restless for a while, often staring at something in a daze.

That seemingly powerful tribe was defeated by the evil Blackstone tribe!

Not only the cave was burned, but all the people were taken away by the evil Blackrock tribe.

This tribe is so powerful, and their leader is so strong, but even so, they were still defeated by the evil Blackstone tribe...

Is it true that no tribe can defeat the evil Blackrock tribe?

The leader of the Blue Flower Tribe scratched his hair in pain...

Blackstone Tribe.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe took the bark bow, put an arrow on it, drew it skillfully, and shot at the tree outside the tribe.

The feathered arrow flew out, drawing an arc in the air, and missed the tree, but it was no longer the same as before, it was a thousand miles away.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe retracted his bow, glanced at the honest tree bark standing not far away, and nodded in satisfaction...

An expensive spring rain fell, knocking down some pink apricot flowers and dyeing some grass buds green.

The saying that spring rain is as expensive as oil, Han Cheng thinks, began to appear slowly after humans gradually entered farming. After all, only farming people care so much about spring rain.

In the fine spring rain, Han Cheng didn't stay in the house...

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When it's raining, walking slowly in the rain is something Han Cheng likes to do very much.

Because when walking in the rain like this, his whole body will become very calm, as if all the worries and distractions in his heart have been washed away by the falling rain.

Of course, this rain does not include heavy rain.

It's a very comfortable thing to do in the drizzle. Walking in the rainstorm will not have any other results except being drenched and regarded as a fool by others.

But now is not the later generations, and the medical and health conditions are far inferior, so Han Chengcheng is not as chic as the later generations, and he doesn't even use an umbrella.

Of course, the current Han Cheng didn't hold an umbrella either, but he was wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat.

Walking in the drizzle, look at the green hills in the distance, the fields that have been overturned by more than half, and look at the big fish pond in front of you, and suck a mouthful of mixed water. With the scent of apricot blossoms and the cool air all the way to his lungs, Han Cheng only felt comfortable all over.

The big pit in front of him will become the fish pond of the Qingque tribe in the near future.

Of course, this big pit was not excavated specially, but after expanding the tribe before, after Han Cheng designated such a fixed place to take it out, along with the walls and houses of the Qingque tribe, it rose from the flat ground little by little. , and subsequently appeared.

In fact, if Han Cheng hadn't thought of the grain cellar later and had someone change the place where the soil was fetched to the inside of the tribe, the fish pond could have been expanded even more.

But now this fish pond with an area of ​​nearly three acres is enough for the tribe.

You only need to wait for a few more rains to accumulate more water in the fish pond, and then you can catch fish from the small river and release them in the fish pond.

Thanks to Han Cheng's policy of moratorium on fishing, the fish in the small river have recovered a little in the past two years, but the fish in the small river can swim back and forth, which is far from being as stable as raising them in a fish pond.

It's from your own tribe, it's from your own tribe. Use your ability to get out of the fish pond with long legs under your body, and then swim all the way to the river on dry land?

Of course, the amphibious needs of bastards need to be ruled out.

Such a large fish pond, when the fish in it can grow up, the fish produced in it every year, plus some caught in the river, basically, when the tribe eats fish again in the future, they don’t have to be as nervous as they are now .

And the human stomach is just that big, if you eat more of other things, you should eat less of them.

There are more fish in the tribe, and food and other things can be saved.

After Han Cheng came here, he started his business by relying on fish, and he has a deep understanding of the importance of fish.

When the spring plowing is over, let the people in the tribe plant an iron fence house around the fish pond and come out.

This is not to prevent someone from stealing fish, or some crazy people will poison the fish pond.

This is done mainly to prevent minors in the tribe from falling into it.

The fish ponds dug out now, after being filled with water, are deeper than the small rivers in the tribe, and they are closer to the tribe. If there is no iron fence house planted to surround them, there are so many people running around in the tribe now. Boy, if a guy who doesn't look good falls into it, that good thing can become a bad thing.

Therefore, while there is not much water in it at this time, it is necessary to enclose the fish pond with a piercing iron fence.

The drizzle fell on the bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and slowly gathered into small crystal water droplets, which stayed at the end of the withered yellow grass stems for a while, and then fell to the ground.

Han Cheng stared at only a small part of the fish ponds with a shallow layer of water, and imagined the future of the tribal fish ponds.

After thinking like this for a while, Han Cheng couldn't help but sighed.

He is not sighing because it will take a long time for the fish in the fish pond to be fully raised, but regretting that no lotus root has been found so far.

Otherwise, it will be a beautiful thing to plant some lotus roots in the shallow water of the fish pond, watch the fields of lotus leaves, watch the fish play among the lotus leaves, and watch the crystal water drops rolling on the lotus leaves.

Especially when the lotus is in full bloom, feed the fish in the pond less grass, let them eat the lotus that falls in the water, and then fish out the fish that ate the lotus, and put it in a clay pot after cooking Slowly stewed in the pot, it can be regarded as an immortal lotus fish. Thinking about this matter makes Han Cheng feel refreshed.

And it can also make up for the regret of going to the park in later generations, lying on the railing and looking at the fish that are within reach, and swallowing hard.

In the lotus pond in the park, you need to pay 300 yuan to fish out a fish. Now I fish in my own fish pond, who dares to punish me for this!

Well, even if someone came to collect it, Han Cheng would not be able to get a penny out.

And besides the lotus fish, the plump lotus pods are also yearning for.

A woman's laughter and melodious and misty singing sounded in the green lotus in the sky. Between the shaking of the lotus leaves, a small boat emerged from the lotus leaves.

Then the singing gradually stopped, and a barefoot lotus picking girl appeared from the vast expanse of green lotus, holding a penny, holding her trouser legs, and barefoot.

Along with the rosiness on the lotus picker's face, a big lotus pod covered with dew flew towards her...

Just thinking about such a scene makes Han Cheng completely intoxicated.

At the gate of the courtyard, some voices sounded, interrupting Han Cheng's thoughts.

He turned his head to look there with some dissatisfaction, only to see Zhuang wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat and some women from the tribe came out from there.

Looking at their strong men's figures, and hearing the rough voice from afar, Han Cheng shuddered shiveringly.

After replacing the gentle and pleasant lotus pickers in the south of the Yangtze River with these strong women in the tribe, Han Cheng's fantasy about creating a lotus pond in the tribe was shattered in an instant.

Leaving aside the issue of whether the boat will be crushed or not, Han Cheng felt that he could be smashed by these tough guys in the tribe with just a shy and timid gesture of throwing the lotus pod... …