Internship Creator

The time for studying is always boring, especially when there is no pretty schoolgirl around you waiting for your explanation with blinking eyes. Silently opened 2046, played happily, and lost more than a dozen games in a row. He felt that he was wasting too much time, so he continued to read, and then...

After repeating this for three or four days, his learning process is still there, and the results are stagnant.

Pan Ting couldn't stand it in the space, so he decided to go out to get some air.He asked Zaozi if he wanted to go out for a walk together, but Zuozi politely declined—it was indeed polite, and he shook his hands from the beginning to the end, which could not be more tactful.

When going out to let the wind go, the first thing Pan Ting did was to take a deep breath, the smell of barbecue in the air suddenly aroused his greediness.He walked forward along the scent, row upon row of wooden houses of the Guangrong clan, lined up neatly by the river, and two seven or eight-meter-high wooden platforms stood in the middle of the wooden houses, like two tentacles on Zuozi's head.

The aroma of meat comes from the middle of the cabin.

Pan Ting looked up at the wooden platform and then at the wooden house, as if he had returned to the earth in a daze.Too similar to the civilization of the beginning of mankind, no, more advanced than them.

"God God!"

A familiar call came to him.

Just as Pan Ting raised his hand to give him a long-lost hug, he was stunned by the scene in front of him and stood there, watching helplessly as the other party approached.

The nephew stopped and grinned.

Pan Ting shifted his gaze from his face to the vehicle under him.Although it is very simple, the outline of the bicycle can be seen on the handles and wheels, and from the half-riding and half-walking posture of the nephew, this bicycle is dynamic.

"You...I will do it." The nephew scratched his head honestly.

Pan Ting touched the handlebar, drove the man off, and went up to try it himself. The car had no pedals, but there was a tree bar next to the handle, which could be used to manually turn the wheels. When the front wheels moved, the rear wheels would also move.It is a bit laborious to use, but it is already a miracle for my nephew who has not been in contact with the world for a long time.

Pan Ting looked at him and joked, "If a fruit hits you, will you discover gravity?"

The nephew grabbed his hand, put it on his face, and stroked it gently, like a puppy begging for a reward.

Pan Ting patted his face: "I can smell the smell of meat, let's eat together!"

"Meat!" The nephew's eyes lit up, he threw the car to the ground, and dragged him forward.

Pan Ting felt sorry for the car: "It's not locked yet."

The nephew thought he was unwilling, and said temptingly, "Meat!"

Pan Ting suddenly laughed at himself.Where in this world are there car thieves?

The Guangrong people were grilling meat. Pan Ting tore a piece and put it in his mouth. He thought it was a faint smell of meat, but who knew that it tasted a bit salty in his mouth.He looked at his nephew in surprise.

The nephew laughed happily: "It's delicious."

Pan Ting patted his head: "You know it's delicious. What's sprinkled on it?"

A hand stretched out, it was a kind of grass, the juice was squeezed.

Pan Ting noticed that the owner of the hand was the girl whose nephew licked her face last time, and she had a big belly.

The nephew took her hand, licked it, and handed the grass to Pan Ting.

Pan Ting looked at him and then at her, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if the daughter he had worked so hard to bring up was going to leave with someone else.But as early as when the Guangrong clan knew how to match men and women, he had anticipated this day.

"Your child?" He pointed to the woman's belly, then to his nephew.

The nephew tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Pan Ting thought that they might not know the meaning of a woman with a big belly at all. If he hadn't come out this time, they might not even know that a child was about to be born. After all, they all jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.

He suddenly felt that he had a great responsibility, and he had to popularize the basic common sense of taking care of pregnant women with his nephew.

The nephew seemed to understand, but when he heard it, he became impatient and stretched out his mouth to lick him.

How dare a married man lick others in front of his wife?

Pan looked at the girl in embarrassment, and saw that the girl was having sex with another man.

"..."

Pan Ting found himself using the framework of the earth to measure the Glorious Race.

They haven't yet formed a marriage system, let alone loyalty and single-mindedness. He even suspects that they only know about heat, not love, which can explain why his nephew is so entangled with him.Perhaps in the nephew's concept, there is no distinction between family, friendship and love, only like and closeness.It is because the moral character of the Guangrong people is so good that I unknowingly regard them as "civilized" people. In fact, their civilization has just started, and most of it is reflected in material things, and the construction of spiritual civilization has not yet begun.

It seems that there is still a long way to go for my own guidance!

After dinner, Pan Ting visited the Guangrong tribe and taught the concept of the tribe, calling his nephew the chief.The nephew was not very happy and obviously liked the nephew better.Pan Ting explained the difference between the position and the name for half a day.

The nephew finally agreed under the persuasion of "the nephew is his, no one will give it to him, but the chief can give it to others".

Pan Ting asked about the role of the high platform.

The nephew didn't understand the gestures, so he simply took him up.

After falling twice from Unnamed No. [-] Mountain, Pan Ting completely overcame his inhumane fear of heights, and climbed up to such a height without hesitation.Standing on the top of the high platform, there is also a sense of heroism overlooking the small mountains.

The nephew climbed up behind him, took out two hollowed-out bamboo-like rods, and put them on a wooden shelf at the edge of the high platform, then scooped a spoonful of water from the bucket and poured it slowly In the building, the water flows down the groove of the pole, and falls on the nearby house at a height of two or three meters.

Oh my God!

Pan Ting was shocked: Is this a water pipe for firefighting?

The nephew took out several poles, each longer than the other, and then moved the wooden frame, and it turned out that all four directions of east, west, north, and south were covered.

Pan Ting visually inspected the positions of the two high platforms and the length of the poles, and was surprised to find that the two high platforms completely covered all the wooden houses.Is this what they thought before building the house?Or did you think about it after building the house?

He didn't expect that he hadn't been here for a few months, and the glorious family would bring him surprises one after another.He couldn't help but look forward to the future of the Glorious Clan. Where will the group with such a developed mind go in the end?Will you witness the sci-fi world in Star Wars?Even, a higher civilization beyond?

For the first time since becoming a Creator, Pan Ting has burning expectations and hopes for this world, and no longer just regards it as a springboard to go home.

"God God?"

The nephew reached out and pinched his face.

Pan Ting grabbed his hand and patted his head: "Come on."

The nephew looked at him ignorantly, completely unaware of the enthusiasm and expectation contained in his three words.

Pan Ting smiled and patted his head: "It seems that we must hurry up and teach you characters."

In order to ensure the smooth birth of newborn babies, to strengthen the construction of tribal spiritual civilization, and to make communication with each other smoother, Pan volunteered to take up several jobs—obstetrics and gynecology nurse, music teacher, art teacher, Chinese teacher and math teacher.

Unexpectedly, among all the courses, he was the happiest art teacher, because a large number of horrible graffiti set off his paintings, like a group of fireflies surrounding a light bulb, making the light bulb particularly dazzling.The most painful thing is the music class. He has never seen such a fanatical incompleteness.

Chinese and mathematics are the two best subjects they learn, and the learning ability of the Guangrong people is fully exerted in these two subjects.

In addition to learning, Pan Ting began to teach planting techniques.The purple rice created by Tuofu Yusar is very convenient to plant and easy to grow, but the maturity cycle is longer, and it is ripe once a year.Fortunately, the land is vast, and Pan Ting commanded the Guangrong people to plant a large amount, and when the harvest came, the income was quite considerable.

Time passed day by day, and it was winter in a blink of an eye.Under the leadership of Pan Ting, the Guangrong people have learned to make leather jackets, leather pads, blankets and charcoal.However, the Guangrong people are born with good physique, and they don’t have a cold for charcoal. They really like leather jackets. Several pregnant women got together to come up with various styles of leather jackets, including short skirts, trousers, waistcoats, and shawls. Pan Ting was amazed.I didn't expect the industry of designers to appear so soon. It seems that the development prospects of the spiritual civilization of the Guangrong people are also very optimistic.

Seeing the pregnant women's bellies getting bigger and bigger, Pan Ting desperately learned about childbirth, and even speculated on the expected date of delivery based on the descriptions of his nephew and others.It's just that no matter how much theoretical knowledge he has absorbed, he is vulnerable to the big tiger of reality.

When the amniotic fluid of the pregnant woman broke, his whole head went blank, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand up straight, and he had to be carried to the chair by his nephew half-dragging and half-carrying him.The pregnant woman seemed much calmer than him, trying to open her legs according to Pan Ting's instructions in advance.

The other pregnant women came up one by one and touched her curiously.

Pan Ting took a deep breath, pushed his nephew away, walked to the end of the bed, looked at her open legs, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand reluctantly.What he was nervous about was not that he was afraid of the consequences of a failed delivery.He knew that even if a pregnant woman had dystocia and killed two people, the people of the honor clan would never blame him, and would even comfort him in turn.Because of this, his pressure was even greater.

"Take a deep breath and push slowly..."

Pan Ting stared at the acupoint with concentrated eyes, getting rid of all distracting thoughts.

At that moment, he felt that his whole body had been sublimated, and he was no longer just Pan Ting, as if he had been completely reborn, standing at an unprecedented height.

The production process went extremely smoothly.

The child came out almost automatically, crying loudly as soon as it came out.

Pan Ting first cleaned the child's nose and mouth with tender grass softer than cotton, then gently cut the umbilical cord with a prepared stone knife, and wrapped the child in the prepared animal skin jacket.He tried to use the young grass that cleans the child's mouth to make clothes, but it failed, so he could only use animal skins to deal with it.

The mother hugged the child, her eyes shining with the brilliance of maternal love.

Perhaps this is the first time they know about pregnancy and childbirth, but it does not hinder the innate understanding and love between mother and child.

Pan Ting was half-embraced by his nephew and left the cabin.

The girl who had an affair with her nephew followed behind them step by step.Her stomach is also getting bigger, Pan Ting calculated, it's about the past few days.

The nephew patted her head, pointed to the distance, and told her to go away.

She looked at Pan Ting pitifully.

Inexplicably, Pan Ting felt like the main wife who was forced into the palace by the mistress, but he soon realized that this was just an illusion.The girl took his hand and pressed it gently on her stomach, looking at him expectantly.

Pan Ting thought for a while and said, "Do you want me to deliver the baby for you? Or do you want me to bless you?"

"Blessing?" The nephew's ears were bright.He knew it was a good word.

The girl carefully took Pan Ting's hand and placed it on her face.

The nephew's expression changed, he looked at Pan Ting unwillingly, seeing that he didn't object, he immediately took his other hand and put it on his face.

Pan Ting found it very interesting.I didn't expect that the glorious people who have always been impartial and selfless would have such a stingy side. Should I feel honored or honored?He touched them for a while, then withdrew his hand contentedly, and left.

Well.I didn't have time to wash my hands just now, so I just wiped it.

This winter is a harvest day for the new generation of the Guangrong clan. The children are coming one after another. Bold and careful, quick action, delivery is more neat than him.

Over time, Pan Ting took off her midwife hat and continued to concentrate on research to improve the lives of the glorious people.

Until, the girl who was good with her nephew gave birth.

At that time, Pan Ting was ostensibly studying waterwheels, thinking in his heart whether to implement a monogamous marriage system.

According to his thinking, the sooner this kind of marriage system is implemented, the better, and everyone gets used to it.But he also felt that if he blindly instilled his ideas into them, he would kill their creative talents.It can be seen from the bicycle made by the nephew and the fire platform they built that their creativity is no less than that of the Gaowu people.

When the tribe came to look for him, his nephew was with him, and he didn't feel anything when he heard that the girl was about to give birth, so he smiled heartlessly.

Pan Ting shook his head.If their feelings are not up to that point, forcing the marriage system is just an empty show.

He and his nephew walked leisurely to the wooden house where the girl lived, expecting to be greeted with the sound of a baby crying, but the girl was screaming shrilly.As soon as he entered the room, he felt everyone's eyes light up.

The midwife woman quickly jumped off the bed, without shoes on, pointed at the pregnant woman with two fingers, and said with difficulty: "No, I can't give birth. Come."

Pan Ting was startled and said, "Can't you give birth?"

The midwife nodded.

Pan Ting looked at the situation, but he couldn't even see his head, "How long has it been?"

The woman holds out two fingers.

"Two hours?" Pan Ting patted the girl, "Are you okay?"

The girl managed to pull herself together and smiled at him.

Pan Ting said to his nephew, "Find something nutritious for her to eat."

"What to eat?" The nephew was at a loss.

Pan Ting had one head and two big heads: "Anything!" He said softly to the girl, "Take a rest first, and accumulate some energy...we will continue later."

The girl didn't know whether she understood or not, so she closed her eyes meekly.

Pan Ting asked Zaozi to bring the computer, and desperately searched Baidu for ways to deal with dystocia.He doesn't need any prenatal checkups or caesarean section!At this time, he was a bit regretful that he had chosen college. In order to get angry with his mother, he gave up studying medicine and chose to be an accountant. If he had studied medicine back then, even a veterinarian would be better than he is now.

After resting for a while, the girl gained strength, and under Pan Ting's guidance, she squeezed the child out little by little.

The child didn't cry at first, but Pan Ting knocked on his back for a long time until he became a little bit ruthless, and then he heard him cry "Wow".Pan Ting relented for a while, handed the baby to his nephew, and heard the woman who delivered the baby whisper, "Blood, blood."

Pan Ting looked at the bed, blood seeped out little by little.His heart tightened, remembering that the most feared thing for pregnant women in childbirth is postpartum hemorrhage, he immediately shouted: "Cotton grass, bring the cotton grass!"

A hand from the side was handed over, and he took it without looking at it, stuffed it in the bleeding mouth, and muttered to himself: "Massage the uterus, massage the uterus..."

The nephew saw that he was sweating profusely, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Pan Ting opened his hand, and slapped himself hard with his backhand.

The room suddenly fell silent, and even the mother's eyes widened slightly.

"I am the Creator." Pan Ting came back to his senses suddenly, a ball of white light condensed in the palm of his hand, and slowly swept across the parturient's stomach, the blood finally stopped slowly.

"Yahoo!"

A man cried out.

"Yahoo!"

Others followed suit.

There was a joyous atmosphere in the house.

Pan Ting: "..." How much advertising fee did Yahoo pay you?

With this experience, Pan Ting did not dare to underestimate the matter of midwifery anymore. He gathered several midwifery people together to discuss the matters that should be paid attention to during midwifery, and repeatedly told them that in case of another dystocia, they must Notify him immediately.

Zaozi came to pick up the computer, just in time to hear this sentence, and asked a little curiously: "Are you planning to live in the Glorious Race?"

Pan Ting shrugged: "Is there anything wrong?"

"You are the creator, not their patriarch."

"Because I am the Creator, I can do whatever I like, right?" Pan Ting said, "Anyway, I am the biggest in the world."

Zaozi said: "You can't beat Sa'er."

Pan Ting said: "Except for him, he and I... er, are on equal footing."

Zaozi said: "You still have to rely on me."

Pan Ting said: "You are the man behind me, if I don't rely on you, who can I rely on?"

Zaozi said, "So, are you and the Guangrong clan the only ones in your world?"

Pan Ting was stunned for a while, imagining the picture, and found it a bit monotonous.After all, the glorious family cannot bear the heavy responsibility of seductiveness.He regretted that he didn't ask Sa'er to do the painting when he created the Glorious Clan, otherwise there would be a picture of beautiful men and women in front of him.In addition, they are so obedient to themselves that they can do whatever they want.

"Your saliva is dripping down." Zuozi said with disgust.

Pan Ting wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at the realistic-looking Guangrong not far away, and sighed silently.

At night, the Guangrong clan slept in the dark.

Pan Ting was bored alone, so he went back to the space to chat with Zaozi, and continued to discuss the relationship between the Creator and the Glorious Race.He said: "In our place, gods also have joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, and it's not fair. Things like 'smile when you eat meat, and turn your face when you eat vegetarian' abound. There are also gods who like to mess around with mortals and roll around. The bed sheets rolled out of the kindergarten, out of the primary and secondary schools, and out of the starry sky."

Zaozi said: "Who do you fancy from the Guangrong clan?"

"...I'm just making an analogy."

"Is it a nephew?"

"Am I really just making an analogy?"

"Or the woman you delivered today? It can't be your child, right? Are you going to get out of the sky full of stars?"

"……Do not bother you."

Zaozi turned his head and devoted himself to studying without any nostalgia.

Pan Ting: "..." The warmth and coldness of human relationships can never stand up to small experiments.

Affected by Zaozi's image of studying hard, Pan Ting also stayed in the space for a few days in peace, and it was seven days before he went out again.The first stop after going out is still Guangrongzu.

It was snowing, and the Guangrong family's wooden house was slowly covered with a thin layer of white snow.

"Look at the silver dress, it's extraordinarily enchanting." Pan Ting muttered, knocked on his nephew's door, but it opened the door of the next room.When the man saw Pan Ting, his eyes lit up, he rushed over in two or three steps, and pointed to the north.

Pan Ting said, "You mean they went to the north to play?"

The man shook his head and said, "Shan, sleep."

Pan Ting talked with him for a long time, but he still didn't understand, so he went to the house of the nephew who had just given birth to have a look.

The person following him immediately said: "No. No. Sleep."

It was difficult for him to speak, and it was even harder for Pan Ting to listen: "Is she not asleep, or is she not awake. Not awake?" His face changed, "You mean she is dead?"

"Dead?" The man thought for a while, then nodded, "Go to the mountain."

Pan Ting understood: "You mean they go to the cave on the No. [-] unnamed mountain?" That's right, according to the custom of the Guangrong tribe, once someone in the clan dies, the first place they want to be resettled is the cave on the No. [-] unnamed mountain. cave.

But the problem is, that cave is now occupied by people from the Gaowu clan!

When he thought of this, he ran towards the nameless No. [-] mountain without looking back.

The distance between the wooden house and the No. [-] unnamed mountain is quite close. Pan Ting remembered that they had only walked for a day when they came, but why is it so far away now?

He ran so fast that he didn't see a little fur ball jumping out from the side, slipped between his feet, tripped over him, and fell heavily to the ground.

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

He spat and was about to stand up when his arm was supported.

"You?! Why are you willing to show up?" Pan Ting realized that his tone was a bit resentful after finishing speaking.

Sar asked, "Where are you going?"

"Mount Wuming No. [-], do you want to go together?" Pan Ting's eyes lit up.There is no better fighting aid than Thrall.

"What to do?"

"Maintain justice!"

Sa Erdao: "That woman died of a wound infection."

Pan Ting was stunned: "Dead of illness?"

Sa Erdao: "A week ago, I turned on the disease system."

"..." Pan Ting murmured in shock, "Pandora's Box."