I am a primitive

The people around followed the movements of the old primitive man, gulping down their saliva together, and the scene was very spectacular.

Everyone was awakened by the spectacular sound of swallowing saliva one after another, and looked at each other, feeling unreal as if they had just woken up from a big dream.

When I went to see the old primitive man and the other five people, I felt that everything just now was like a dream.

After this feeling welled up in their hearts, by the way, some people felt that what the old primitive man said was unbelievable.

It's not that they don't trust the old primitive people, but because the things the old primitive people said are too unbelievable.

However, their disbelief had just risen, and before they had time to develop further, it was completely broken.

It was the old primitive who broke it.

The old primitive man who made himself greedy because of the food in the Tongshan residential area remembered the jar of delicious salt that the kind and generous leader gave him when he came back...

As dusk gradually fell, the flames illuminated the entire cave, and the scent of food filled the cave.

Under the light of the flames, the eyes of the people of the Wind Tribe are all shining, as if there is a flame burning inside.

What they looked at so earnestly was the delicious 'salt' contained in the beautiful stone jar that was held in the arms of the leader with great care, and watched carefully!

That wealthy, powerful, generous and kind-hearted tribe can really make the food extra delicious!

I heard the old primitive people say that the food they ate in that tribe was even more delicious than this, which surprised them all.

To them, the salted food eaten tonight is unimaginably delicious. Food that is even more delicious than this, this... this is really unimaginable!

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As night fell, the flames in the cave continued to burn.

In the past, everyone in the Fengtribe who had either fallen asleep or hugged their spouses and started humming a ditty, none of them felt tired at all.

Their eyes were wide open, and they gathered around the flames to listen to the old primitive man and five other people who had returned from the Copper Mountain residential area, talking about that magical tribe there, and they were all very yearning.

The life of the primitive people is more monotonous and scarce, and basically there are not many changes. For them, the experience of the old primitive people during this period is better than that of the junior high school students in later generations who read the novels about cultivating immortals and fantasy. Stimulating and attractive.

Therefore, the people of the Wanfeng tribe didn't start to fall asleep until very late.

There are many, many people who toss and turn and have difficulty falling asleep after falling asleep. Many people who have never suffered from insomnia have tasted the taste of insomnia for the first time...

Early the next morning, the women of the Feng tribe, who basically never wash their faces, washed their faces with the returning female primitive, and then followed her to learn how to weave that beautiful braid...

(Four chapters into one chapter, one chapter is supplementary)

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The early summer morning air is cool.

The wide river is filled with a layer of gauze-like white water vapor, and aquatic plants such as reeds and calamus become more mysterious after wearing a beautiful white gauze.

The morning breeze was blowing gently, sparkling on the big river, small water waves slapped gently towards the shore one after another, and the river water poured into the holes made by the fish, shrimp and eels on the shore It flowed out again, making a strange sound.

The voice came from a distance, and it got closer and closer. Some birds who were waiting for food to appear on the banks of the big river or in shallow water were frightened. They stretched their heads to look at the source of the voice for a while, and finally spread their wings and flew away. Go elsewhere and be a quiet Mitoriko.

Not long after the birds flew away, a group of people appeared by the river's edge.

The person walking in front was carrying a big bamboo raft with irregular edges.

When they came to the river, these people skillfully lowered the bamboo raft and pushed it into the water.

There is not one such bamboo raft, but five or six.

So after the seven or eight bamboo rafts were all pushed into the water, the relatively flat inlet by the river was immediately covered by a bamboo raft.

Then someone came here and was put into the water, fixed on the bamboo raft on the bank, and put a few thick wooden sticks vertically on the bamboo raft, with even gaps between the sticks.

After finishing these, some people began to load the strips of cloth brought by them onto the bamboo raft,

The linen is placed horizontally on several tree sticks, so as to prevent the linen from being wet by the water splashed from the gaps in the bamboo raft.

Amidst the busy schedule, a round of big and round red sun rose slowly and quickly from the northeast direction, leaping into the sky.

As the color of the sun above the sky faded from blood red, the sky gradually brightened, and the morning mist floating on the river faded and finally dissipated into nothingness.

And the people who were busy on the shore also packed their things.

After a simple and quick farewell, the people on the shore took off the ropes on the bamboo piles on the shore.

The person standing on the bamboo raft shouted a chant, and moved the boat pole in his hand to the bank, and the bamboo raft left the river bank and sailed towards the center of the river.

After a certain distance from the center of the river, he turned around and headed towards the upper reaches of the river.

The sun fell on the water, swaying a dazzling sparkle.

The leader of the Fire Tribe and the people in the tribe stood on the bank and watched the bamboo raft team that formed a line in the sparkling river and went further and further away. Apart from faint worries, there was more Full of expectations.

Looking forward to these departing people, using the sackcloth loaded on the bamboo raft to exchange for delicious salt, clothes made of soft fur, and yellow millet that is extremely delicious after adding water and cooking in a crock...

Thinking of these things, the leader of the Fire Tribe couldn't help but think of the extraordinarily wealthy, powerful and kind-hearted tribe that lived in the upper reaches of the river, and the wonderful changes that had taken place in his tribe since meeting them.

Except for some extra children born to the women of the tribe in the first year of meeting this tribe, the changes in other aspects are also very gratifying.

Among them, what pleased the leader of the Fire Tribe and everyone was the flax and linen in the tribe.

Because of the appearance of hemp and sackcloth, they can still obtain food for the tribe when the heavy snow falls, instead of having to hide in caves once winter comes as before, relying on the previously stored food. Food is tough.

Now, they can spin the retting husks into twine in caves during the winter, and then weave the twine into linen.

Wait until this time, and then send some people to the rich and friendly tribe on a bamboo raft carrying sackcloth, and exchange the sackcloth for many good things.

My own tribe, I really want to thank that rich tribe. It is because of their appearance that the life of my tribe will become much better than before...

Standing here watching the people paddling the bamboo rafts go away, and after disappearing at a bend in the upper reaches of the river, the leader of the Fire Tribe stood here for a while, and then led the rest of the people who came to help carry things and see them off, all the way to The tribe goes.

Near the cave, there are patches of green hemp, which are about the same level as a person's waist.

Looking at the patches of green hemp, all members of the Fire Tribe, including the leader of the Fire Tribe, showed joyful expressions.

When walking along these hemp fields, he was even more cautious, for fear that he would accidentally step on the hemp seedlings...

At the same time, the Qingque Tribe is also having a small-scale farewell here.

The scale of the farewell this time was indeed small, because there were only eight people who were sent off, and there were no more than five or seven people who saw them off.

"What I said to Junior Brother Sha, you must tell him..."

Han Cheng looked at the eight clansmen who were about to go back to the Tongshan residential area, and exhorted them aloud.