Internship Creator

A few small pieces of barbecue could not satisfy the appetite of the glorious people at all. They picked up the branches they found everywhere, and went hunting spontaneously without Pan Ting's organization.

The picture of a group of white and naked bodies running together is so beautiful and shocking that it is blinding, Pan Ting silently searched for suitable materials for clothes.

In addition to eating, the plants on the plain are still very rich.There are also large leaves, but they are too tender, and they will be broken in half when pulled lightly. Pan Ting chose a variety of grasses, which are long and thin, and have excellent toughness.

He asked Zaozi to bring a computer, search for grass skirt weaving from the computer, and then weave it by hand according to the diagram.Although the illustrations are fairly detailed and the grass is cooperative, however, his fingers seem to be borrowed from someone else's house, and they are very awkward.When the nephew and others came back with their prey, his grass skirt was just a grass ring.

Even so, it was a novelty for the Guangrong who had never seen a grass skirt before.They quickly divided the work, the woman grilled, and the man gathered around to study the grass in his hand.

The nephew took a second look, went to the side to pull a bunch of grass, his fingers shuttled nimbly among the grass, and caught up with his progress in a short while, looking at him eagerly.

Pan Ting was ashamed and angry: "I'm researching."

The nephew suddenly put his head in front of the computer, his black and white eyes were curiously looking at the icons on the screen.

Pan Ting suddenly thought that with the learning ability of the Guangrong people, they might learn faster without him as a middleman.He saw that his nephew had finished reading a page and was about to turn down the page when Sal lifted the computer with his long arm and held it in his hand.

"They learn faster on their own." Pan Ting didn't know why he felt guilty, but the fact is that he did have a guilty conscience, as if he was caught copying homework.

Sa'er stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on his forehead: "You are the leader, set an example."

Pan Ting showed the grass ring weaving in his hand: "Are you sure you want to continue like this?"

Sa'er said indifferently: "Aren't you their god?"

Pan Ting choked.

Seeing Zaozi approaching, Sa Er put away the computer and threw it to it: "Keep an eye on him."

Zaozi: "..." Did someone make a mistake here? It and Pan Ting belong to the same country, okay?

It is obviously not the only one who thinks so.

Pan Ting waited for Sa'er to leave, immediately took the computer from Zaozi and turned it on, and sent it to his nephew: "Look and learn quickly."

Zaozi: "..." Is it really good to be so skillful?It was originally going to be entangled in [-]-character mental activities!

The nephew grinned and moved his fingers quickly according to the picture.

The other members of the Glorious Tribe wanted to learn as well, but Pan Ting turned them away.They were not angry either, they squatted obediently behind their nephew and waited.

The nephew has excellent comprehension ability and quickly memorized the steps. Then he ran to the haystack and quickly pulled out a bunch of grass. It didn't take long for two grass skirts to be freshly baked.

Pan Ting took it with admiration.This grass skirt is full of love from the knitter!Looking at the thickness, you can tell that the weaver is very generous, he is not stingy with raw materials, and the details are perfect. He has been looking for a long time but still can't find the knot.

Pan Ting asked his nephew to lift his legs and helped him put on the grass skirt.The hula skirt was thick and looked a bit like an extended tutu, but what was supposed to cover it managed to cover it up.

My nephew was not used to it after wearing it, and tried to take off the skirt several times, but was suppressed by force, so he could only wear it aggrievedly.His companions touched him curiously, probably thinking it was too weird to walk in such a skirt, so they quickly put down the half-woven grass skirt and ran to eat barbecue.

Pan Ting could force one, but not the group, so he had to think of other ways.

Night fell quickly, looking at the bright moon hanging in the sky, Pan Ting felt a little nostalgic.Although Sal often bossed him around like an instructor, he still did a lot of things in private.At least it can make him "raise his head to look at the bright moon and bow his head to think about his hometown."

After the nephew ate the barbecue, he lay down beside him contentedly, with his thigh specially touching his.

After a while, Pan Ting heard the people around him humming from time to time, and turned his head impatiently: "What are you... what are you doing?"

The nephew was taken aback by his suddenly raised voice, and stopped immediately.

Pan Ting thought that he was lying next to him touching that thing just now, and his whole body was in a bad state, "Are you too enlightened?"

The nephew pushed aside the grass skirt, revealing a red and swollen belly.

Pan Ting was surprised and said, "How could this happen?"

Their conversation attracted the attention of others, and the people of the Guangrong tribe slowly gathered around, and when they saw the red belly, they all showed sad expressions.Two people stretched out their hands, trying to pick up their nephew.

You won't be dragged into the hole again, will you?

Pan Ting stopped them in a hurry, "Calm down! Take off your skirt first, maybe you'll be fine soon." No matter how this incident happened, he helped his nephew take off his skirt resignedly.

All the skin covered by the skirt was flushed red.

The others became more and more sad, and even the nephew's eyes showed despair.

"Wait, wait..." Pan Ting pushed away their outstretched hands again, looking at his nephew's sad little eyes, his heart skipped a beat, it was just an ordinary allergy!Why did it look like drinking Hedinghong.The most terrible thing is that I am so nervous that my hands are shaking!

Pan Ting took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, a ball of white light condensed in the palm of his hand, and slowly stroked the allergy, the red mark faded after a while,...

"god!"

"god!"

"god!"

The glorious clan erupted in huge cheers.

The nephew looked at his belly and then at him, eyes full of disbelief, and suddenly jumped up and threw Pan Ting down.Seeing this, the others rushed over one by two to stack up Arhats.

Pan Ting, who was used to being the base of a pyramid, simply formed a large font and let them run over him.

It turns out that he can not only be a ok stretcher, but also an essential oil, which is quite versatile when you think about it.

After that time, Pan Ting finally got the treatment he dreamed of.

The Guangrong people still don’t understand the true meaning of gods, but this does not prevent them from respecting Pan Ting. As long as there is delicious food, Pan Ting must be the first one. Everyone will come over and touch their faces before going out. No exception.

At the beginning, Pan Ting was a little shy when he touched women. Although he is Lei Ting’s precious handsome guy, his writing and writing career, which sleeps during the day and works at night, limits his circle of friends. In the investment business, I can only secretly accumulate a lot of manual experience, and other aspects are very blank.However, if the number is too large, it is like touching the right hand with the left hand.

During this period, the Guangrong family showed a strong learning ability.After several trials, Pan Ting finally found grass suitable for use as a material.He sneakily showed his nephew how to weave straw sandals and baskets, and his nephew saw it once, and he could make it look decent.

Whenever Sal saw something new appear, he would look at him meaningfully.

Pan Ting was a little guilty at the beginning, but after being watched for a long time, he got used to it, and specially prepared a set of excuses, hoping to find an opportunity to explain that he is really not the material to be a teacher, and it is more conducive to the development of the world to let them learn by themselves and so on, but Thrall didn't give him the chance.After everyone in the Glorious Clan put on their little grass skirts, Sa'er seldom appeared, and every time he came, he just took a look from a distance.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and the Guangrong people gradually adapted to life in the plains. Under the guidance of Pan Ting and the computer, they began to build wooden houses.

As the god of the glorious clan, Pan Ting is like the head of the clan.

The kind and optimistic nature of the Guangrong clan made them meaningless, and even spontaneously supported the nephew who had the last relationship with him to become the patriarch's assistant, and barbecued meat and fruits were their priority.

Pan Ting is a little uncomfortable. After all, he is the creator. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t eat. Eating it occasionally is to satisfy his appetite. Eating it every day... No sugar, no salt, no monosodium glutamate, neither sweet nor spicy nor salty, it’s really hard to eat .But he didn't want to disappoint their good intentions. As long as those innocent, kind and innocent eyes showed disappointment, he couldn't help but reflect on himself, whether he had done something unforgivable.Over time, he has been able to respond to the glorious family's requests—although their language can't make any requests.

In short, in Pan Ting's heart, the Glorious Clan are a group of harassing little goblins!