I am a primitive

Just use the dirt road first. As for the stone road or cement road, wait until the tribe becomes stronger and has more manpower and material resources, then consider it!

Han Cheng stood here looking at the built dirt road. After thinking about it for a long time, he could only sigh and put the matter aside for the time being.

Pure slate, now I can only think about it...

"What are you holding in your hand?"

After standing here for a while, Han Cheng turned around and went back to the place where the pine trees were felled for construction.

After walking there, I found that the guy who shot a squirrel to death yesterday and ate the roasted squirrel's head put his hands together and walked away with a happy face.

After Han Cheng saw it, he asked him aloud.

"Son of God, look! It's delicious!"

After hearing that Han Cheng asked him, the man ran over happily, put his hand in front of Han Cheng's eyes, and took the upper hand away as if offering a treasure.

Han Cheng followed his gaze, and there were a few balls of pink meat in this man's hand, which looked very similar to a mouse that didn't have much hair.

"Is this a baby squirrel?"

Han Cheng vaguely guessed it, and asked aloud.

"Uh-huh,"

The man nodded quickly.

"I just cut the pine tree, and there is a hole in it after I cut it, and I took out the pine nuts and them.

Son of God, the little mouse is delicious, this one looks like it, so it must be delicious too! "

This guy sucked his saliva while talking, looking too greedy.

Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing, can he not be so tough?What can go down the mouth?

"Don't eat this, give it to me."

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng said to this cruel guy, and asked a few pink little guys to come over.

The guy swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva at the four squirrels in Han Cheng's hand, and continued to work.

The four little squirrels were not big, and none of them opened their eyes. After holding them in his hands for a while, Han Cheng decided to raise them.

Of course, only God knows whether it can be supported, after all, these little guys are really too small.

I found soft withered grass to pad in clay pots, made a nest for them, and put them in it.

Maybe it was hungry, and a few little guys who didn't open their eyes moved slowly inside.

One of them was still holding the tip of the other's tail, and the two hugged each other, eating vigorously there.

Is it to catch a female squirrel and come back to feed them?Or put them back in the pine forest and see if their parents come to find them?

After staring at them for a while, Han Cheng finally decided to send them to the forest to see if their parents would come to find them.

Because the cubs of these little squirrels are too small, it is too difficult to feed them.

It is not easy to catch squirrels, and they are still lactating squirrels.

After such thoughts arose, Han Cheng took the four squirrels for a walk deeper into the pine forest.

After seeing the surroundings were quiet, they got stuck on the pine branch together with the clay pot, and then retreated quietly.

After waiting for more than an hour, Han Cheng came back again, tiptoed to look into the clay pot on the branch, and found that the four little squirrels were still inside.

Their parents did not come to look for them, and it is also possible that the one that was shot to death and eaten yesterday was their mother...

However, the four squirrels can only be called three squirrels now, because one of them is dead and may be starved.

After all, it has been a long time since that tree was brought down.

Throwing away the dead one, Han Cheng took the clay pot and headed towards the construction site in full swing.

For the remaining three squirrels, he decided to try to raise them by himself. If they let them go any further, they might all die immediately.

After returning, Han Cheng put the clay pots on a tree stump, and after telling the lucky generals who followed him not to eat them, Han Cheng walked towards a deer in the tribe with the bowl...

To say that these deer in the tribe are really pitiful. Not only do they have to work, but they also have to be nurses for so many people.

It's not enough to just be a human being, but now it's even more necessary to be a squirrel. It's really a bitter tear to say.

But relatively speaking, they are relatively lucky.

In Han Cheng's later life, he saw even more miserable ones.

Where he lived, every evening, a woman would drive a battery tricycle to sell fresh milk.

Of course, there is nothing cruel about selling fresh milk, but if you are selling beef while selling fresh milk, things will immediately become unusual...

After squeezing half a bowl of deer milk, Han Cheng poured it into a clay pot, heated it and let it cool down to feed the three surviving squirrels.

It's not an easy job without a bottle.

After Han Cheng tried several methods, he finally adopted the method of blowing a thin, hollow grass stalk into it.

After a while like this, they are considered to be fed.

The remaining deer milk was not wasted, and was fed by Han Cheng to the lucky general who had been squatting aside for a long time.

The little squirrels who were full were just as honest as the little babies who were full and fell asleep. They no longer closed their eyes and squatted indiscriminately, but fell asleep together.

Han Cheng looked at them for a while, then covered them with some soft hay, put them on the tree stump, held Fu Jiang's head, pointed to the squirrel inside, and told him not to eat it again. they.

Then Han Cheng went to work on other things.

Fu Jiang squatted here in front of the tree stump, and sometimes stretched his neck and sniffed vigorously at the edge of the jar with his nose. When other dogs came over, Fu Jiang would make some low whines when he got close to the clay pot. Voice.

As soon as this sound sounds, the rest of the dogs will leave here immediately.

After three days, the place was completely cleared, and these people in the tribe began to excavate the foundation to build a house.

Hei Wa also took a few people who are good at making pottery. They built a kiln for firing tiles not too far from here, and made tiles with mud there. Kiln for firing.

Before building the kiln, Heiwa used the clay there to mix some mud, kneaded out a simple small pottery bowl, dried it with fire, and put it into a simple small kiln to burn.

After testing and confirming that the clay here is very suitable for firing pottery, the large kiln began to be built here.

Unlike the tribe, the pottery made of clay here is red and looks pretty.