I am a primitive

Yes, only by surviving as much as possible while killing the enemy can you continue to defend your own tribe in the future.

If he died immediately, then when the tribe met the enemy again in the future, he would already be dead, but he would not be able to defend the tribe.

Similar thoughts began to gradually rise in the hearts of everyone.

The original excitement of being able to watch a wonderful fight gradually turned into a new understanding.

As this understanding appeared in more people's hearts and continued to deepen, more and more people raised their heads and looked eagerly and firmly at the rattan armor lifted by the Son of God.

Putting on rattan armor, they will be able to protect themselves very well when they fight against the evil tribes who dare to invade their tribe in the future!

Seeing everyone's reaction, Han Cheng nodded slightly in satisfaction.

With today's scene, in the future, when the people in the tribe are fighting, they will no longer go on the rampage like before, regardless of their care.

If I can change some of their ideas, then the preparation I have put in for this game is not in vain...

"Chiling~chiling~"

Under the sunshine in the late spring and early summer, Shang held a sickle in his hand and worked hard to cut the rattan.

In Mao not far away, a rattan will be used to bundle the stacked rattan into bundles, which is easy to carry to the tribe.

In the open space outside the carpenter's room, he sat limply on the small wooden pier covered with leather, weaving rattan armor with heart, surrounded by seven or eight people, holding rattan in their hands and learning along the way.

What they did was very serious, just like the previous spring plowing.

After the Son of God let them understand the true meaning of the rattan armor, the people in the tribe no longer have the slightest contempt for the rattan armor.

Within the Qingque tribe, it was easy to blow up a rattan armor wind.

After seeing everyone's actions, Han Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

However, when everyone was busy with rattan armor, most of Han Cheng's thoughts at the moment fell on another matter.

This matter was an idea that suddenly came to Han Cheng's mind after seeing everyone's reactions when the senior brother was fighting with Shang.

The idea was, shouldn't there be a sports meeting in the tribe?

(It will be updated in the evening)

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The reason why Han Cheng came up with such an idea was because he had seen the enthusiasm of the crowd for fighting competitions before.

People who have been suppressed for a long time need to release it, whether it is emotions or other things, it is the same.

There are no otaku people in the Qingque tribe. They often went out to hunt in the past, which made them more accustomed to doing some sports. The skills of the otaku in later generations are far beyond their reach.

Now, the tribe has basically entered into farming, and the change in lifestyle will indeed have some impact on them, making them a little uncomfortable.

In the past, Han Cheng was busy with other things and didn't pay attention to this aspect. Now the tribe has basically settled down, and it is indeed time for some spiritual and cultural construction.

And so far, there are still few festivals in the tribe.

Except for the annual festival in winter and the opening feast in autumn, there are no fixed festivals.

There are only some sacrifices that are held from time to time, such as the Zhuang Xingjiu during the expedition, and the meeting held when absorbing new tribes.

And these festivals are not set up purely for sports.

A tribe not only needs to be strong mentally, but also needs to be strong physically.

Han Cheng, who came from later generations, has a deep memory of that period of humiliating history. Words such as the sick man of East Asia can indeed sting people's hearts.

He absolutely does not want similar things to happen to his tribe.

If you want the people of the tribe to become strong and martial, it is obviously not enough to simply think about it, you also need to put it into action.

Among these actions, the most effective and most influential one is undoubtedly the holding of the sports meeting.

Holding a sports meeting can arouse people's spirit of martial arts from various aspects, so that the Qingque tribe can develop farming and wield a hoe, but at the same time, don't forget how to wield a long dagger.

After such an idea arises and is gradually confirmed, the next thing to do is to determine the time for the sports meeting.

Of course, the sports meeting cannot be chosen when the farming is busy, because it will delay the farming time.

In other words, in the two seasons of spring and autumn, nearly half of the time will be excluded.

Winter and summer are not bad. Although the weather conditions are a little bit worse, practicing in winter and summer is the normal state of military training.

Of course, the sports meeting Han Cheng conceived is different from the military training of later generations, but we can learn from it in this respect.

For the sports meeting, it is necessary to pursue faster!stronger!

In this process, a harsh environment can be used to increase the difficulty of training.

Thinking about these things, Han Cheng squatted on the ground in the shade with a twig, sketched, and thought about the time of the sports meeting.

After going through this for a while, it has not been confirmed.

Han Cheng, whose legs were numb from squatting, dropped the branch in his hand, and stood up while supporting the tree beside him. The numbness in his legs spread, and the sour Han Cheng took two steps. He just stood there not daring to move, bending his waist slightly and waiting for this ecstasy to fade away.

It was at this moment that Little Pea ran over yelling all the way, followed by a big goose with fluttering bald wings and stretched its neck to chase after it.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Xiao Wandou yelled and ran towards Han Cheng. Han Cheng's face turned green when he saw this scene.

I'm not your father, you go away!

The green-faced Han Cheng really wanted to yell out this sentence, and didn't recognize Xiao Wandou's son, but Xiao Wandou didn't give him such a chance, and ran all the way to bump into him.

In order to avoid a stronger impact on his legs, Han Cheng gritted his teeth and bent down to hug Little Pea.

But this kind of large-scale movement still involved Han Cheng's legs that were absolutely untouchable at the moment.

A feeling that made people want to cry and laugh came from above the legs, and Han Cheng, who was holding the little pea, couldn't help but gasped and almost groaned. This feeling was too much. Excited!

The big goose stopped, patted its bald wings, let out a triumphant cry, and then walked confidently and calmly, with the posture of a winner, to find the little goose waiting for it over there.

The father and son were left behind to savor the sour taste from the big goose.

Seeing the big goose leaving leisurely, Han Cheng suddenly had the idea of ​​having an extra meal in the evening.

Little Pea, who had just been chased away by the big goose, immediately returned to her previous mischievous appearance after seeing the big goose leave, trying to get out of Han Cheng's arms.