I am a Primitive Man

During the season when the **** blossoms bloomed most splendidly, Uncle Deer, an old deer in the Qingque tribe, was carried out of the room to the outside by the Qingque tribe under the order of Han Cheng.

Above the sky, the warm sunshine shone down, brightening the world.

Even some not-so-good things, at this time, I saw a lot of sunshine.

Uncle Deer, who was carried out of the room, supported his big head and kept looking around.

After watching for a while, he yelled again.

While yelling, his mouth was still facing Yanshan.

Han Cheng understood his mind, so he was carefully lifted up to the front of Yanshan Mountain. When he reached that piece of rock a few days ago, he often practiced his tongue.

Uncle Lu's mood seemed much more stable.

It poked its head hard, put its mouth on the rock, and then began to practice its tongue.

It's just that the movement and speed are too far behind compared to before.

"Yoyo! Yoyo!"

After a while, Uncle Lu cried out again.

People on the side didn't know what Uncle Lu was saying, they all turned their attention to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng stood here, silent for a while, then turned and walked towards the **** field not too far away.

From there, I got some relatively tender green rapeseed leaves, and found some tender and juicy grasses, combined the two together, and walked in front of Uncle Deer with his hands.

Then send these rapeseed leaves and grass to Uncle Deer's mouth in batches.

Uncle Deer's whole deer looks more energetic.

It slowly ate the rapeseed and green grass that Han Cheng got, and the whole thing was full of beauty.

After a while, Uncle Deer actually ate the grass that Han Cheng had brought.

After eating, Uncle Lu has not forgotten the process of molesting Han Cheng.

Even though it was already like this, he still stretched his head to Han Cheng's side, trying to do something to Han Cheng.

It’s just that its body has been framed by the shelf, and it doesn’t have much strength. Normally, it’s extremely smooth movements, which seems particularly difficult at this time.

In the past, Han Cheng, who hated the shameless action of Uncle Deer, didn't say much when he saw this. Instead, he took the initiative to step forward, squat down and put his head on the side. Mingle.

Uncle Deer, this shameless fellow, made a two splashes.

"YoYo!"

"YoYo!"

Uncle Deer was extremely happy for Han Cheng's conscious performance and his success.

He yelled at Han Chengyou, and even habitually turned up the upper mouth piece, revealing his big yellow teeth.

Han Cheng, who saw this scene in the past, would definitely be tempted to slap Uncle Deer's slap, but at this time there was no action, but the whole person looked rather low...

Uncle Deer went anyway.

In these bright spring days, on the edge of the salt mountain where it likes to practice its tongue, under the witness of many people, accompanied by Han Cheng, a two-legged beast, completely left.

The guy who met Han Cheng in this early age and brought a lot of wealth and labor to the Qingque tribe, just left.

When I left, it didn't seem so painful, and the whole deer was calm.

For the departure of Uncle Lu, Han Cheng has been prepared in his heart even if he is reluctant and does not want this to happen during this period of time.

However, I really waited until this day, and this thing really happened in front of my eyes, looking at the incomparably wretched deer before, just lying there quietly.

No matter how you call it, how you call it, or what you do to it, it will lie there quietly, and Han Cheng can't help but feel sad when it stops paying attention to you.

This son of Han Da who pays more attention to his own image, couldn't hold back this time, in front of so many people, watching Uncle Deer lying motionless on the ground, tears fell.

Later, he even cried.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, love parting, hate for a long time, cannot ask for it, cannot let go.

This life's eight sufferings are always in the world, in people's hearts, and with others.

It is with these emotions that talents can be called people.

The world has become more emotional, not cold.

The burial of Uncle Deer was three days later.

The location was on the hillside not far behind the Qingquezhu tribe, adjacent to the burial site of Fu Jiang.

In the past, these two guys were old rivals. Now that they both have passed away, Han Cheng has arranged them together again, so that in the future, it will be good to have a companion and not to be alone.

Although Han Cheng is not superstitious, at this time, he still sent his most loyal wishes to the two guys.

I want them to accompany each other as they did before they died, and practice both hands when they are fine.

Han Cheng, with red eyes, took another deep look. Accompanied by some **** blossoms, green grass and the rocks of the salt mountain, Uncle Deer lying quietly sideways in the big pit, took a deep breath. Tone.

Then he took the shovel in his hand and shoveled up the mud to cover it.

A shovel of mud fell, Han Cheng, who had no longer shed tears, also had tears in his eyes, and then fell...

"You all go back, I will sit here alone."

After burying Uncle Deer, Han Cheng stood there quietly, staring at the old and new graves in a daze. After looking at it for a while, he turned around and worked hard to show some smiles, and said aloud to everyone present.

Bai Xuemei, elder brother and others are not at ease with Han Cheng.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded at them: "It's okay."

Someone wanted to say something, but was pulled away by the witch reaching out.

Before leaving, Wu reached out and patted Han Cheng's shoulder...

Soon, on the entire hillside, only Han Cheng was left.

He didn't care if his clothes were dirty or not, so he just sat here, between the two old and new grave bags.

"You guys have a too short lifespan. How long has it passed? You just left one by one!

Obviously, the days in the tribe, the better you go, but you can't enjoy this blessing.

It's better if you are gone, after a hundred, there is still such a long time in the future, but what should I do? "

In the warm sunshine, Han Cheng talked to the two grave bags.

Uncle Lu, the arrogant fellow, can no longer express his disdain for Han Cheng through the yelling of Yo-Yo, or the actions of clicking his nose and raising his head.

Fu Jiang, the dogleg, couldn't act like a baby as before, rubbing his fluffy body against Han Cheng's ankle.

"The two of you guys are now together again. From now on, you have to get along well and don't fight when you are alright.

I'm not by your side, no one will help you..."

Han Cheng's emotions had already stabilized, but as he was talking, he couldn't help choking again...

As time passed by, the sun in the sky slowly disappeared, and the twilight soon fell.

Han Cheng sat quietly between the two graves and had been silent for a long, long time.

He just sat quietly, accompanied by these two guys who said they were pets but were actually old friends...

When the twilight completely shrouded and the sky and the earth were vast, Han Cheng stretched out his hand and patted the two grave bags beside him and stood up.

"I'm leaving. You two stay here. If you don't go back, the people at home should be worried."

Han Cheng muttered like this to the two guys who had long been unable to hear him, and then walked down the hill step by step.

Although he still wanted to stay here a lot, at this time, he didn't want to leave at all.

But thinking of the wives and wives in the tribe, there was no hesitation, stood up and walked towards the tribe.

Perhaps this is the growth of people!

Along with the labor pains, people gradually become less self-willed, able to restrain their emotions, hold back grief, and do some things that should be done...

Before Han Cheng returned to the main tribe, he met Bai Xuemei who came with Xiao Wandou and Xiao Xing'er.

Seeing Han Cheng, several people who were obviously holding a sigh of relief breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Cheng!"

"father!"

These people, after seeing Han Cheng, shouted like this, speeding up their pace to meet them, with concern and joy.

Han Cheng bent over to pick up the youngest little yellow bean, and put his hands on the heads of Xuemei Bai and Xiao Xing'er respectively, squeezing some laughs and saying to them: "I'm back, let's go! Let's go home!"

Seeing this, Bai Xuemei let out a long sigh of relief, and her whole body became relaxed.

What he was most afraid of seeing was that Brother Cheng would become extraordinarily uncomfortable just like after Fu Jiang passed away...

In the spring of Qingque's seventeenth year, Uncle Deer passed away.

There are more than 900 deer in the tribe.

Uncle Deer is among them, only a tiny share.

However, when one of them passed away, Han Cheng felt that the entire deer pen had become empty.

In the past, people who just wandered around the deer pen when it was okay, after burying Uncle Deer, they did not go there again for half a month...

In a place far away from the Qingque tribe, the leader of the hill tribe is taking some people and doing things there.

The leader of the hill tribe at this time has become different from the previous time.

With some people, they kept fleeing to the northwest, and the leader of the hill tribe didn't know how far he had gone.

However, after this flight, the number of people following the leader of the hill tribe has not only not decreased, but has also become more.

Moreover, around the hill tribe leader, there are not only men, but also some women and children.

These are their spoils on the way to escape.

At this time, the leader of the hill tribe was doing some strange things with some people.

At this moment, they are collecting some fruits.

In terms of fruit, it is not too accurate.

Because the fruits in people's general impression refer to those fruits that grow on trees.

However, at this time, the fruits collected by the leaders of the hill tribe and others did not grow on trees, but on the ground, like grass.

This kind of thing is indeed a kind of grass in the eyes of the hill tribe leader.

And what they collected is the seeds of this kind of grass.

It's just that this kind of grass is different from ordinary grass. The seeds produced by this kind of grass are larger than ordinary grass, and it is more convenient to collect.

At this time, the large-scale collection of the fruits of this weed was not initiated by the leaders of the hill tribe and others.

It is this tribe that originally existed here, and a large part of the food source is these collected grass seeds.

This tribe was the leader of the hill tribe and brought people to attack.

More than half of the men in the tribe were killed by the leaders of the hill tribe and others, and the rest accepted the rule of the leaders of the hill tribe and others.

Coupled with the leader of the mountain tribe, he has been trained a lot in the process of managing the mountain tribe alliance. He knows how to do certain things in some cases to achieve better results.

After doing these cruel things, the leader of the hill tribe did not do anything extreme to the remaining people.

On the contrary, after getting along, they appeared to be more benevolent and compassionate, and through these methods, they slowly received the hearts of these people.

By now, these people have also accepted the fact that their tribe has changed their leader, and they have begun to live a good life under the rule of the hill tribe leader and others.

Because it is too far away from the place where the chief of the upper tribe lived, the lifestyle is different.

In the past, the main way of life for people from the mountain tribe alliance who came from the grasslands was to graze and then eat the things produced by these livestock.

But the tribe they live in now depends on hunting and collecting these things.

The collection is not too accurate, because these people obviously have a preliminary grasp of the planting technology.

The most planted by them is the kind of fruit that the leaders of the hill tribe and others are now collecting.

These fruits are not easy to collect, because in the summer, when all things are growing hard, they appear to be yellow and mature, with many pointed, long, and sharp thorns.

When I use my hands to collect, I get a lot of hands.

The leader of the hill tribe has eaten these fruits, and he also knows that this is an important means of obtaining food here, so he didn't think it was too troublesome, but he followed them patiently and got used to it. Those who do these things learn to collect these fruits.

After drying and pounding these methods, the golden grass seeds covered with the shells are collected.

To be honest, the leader of the hill tribe doesn’t actually like to eat this kind of fruit too much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because this kind of fruit generally has only one way of eating, and this way of eating is to make it with people in this tribe. Pottery cookware for cooking.

Eat after being cooked.

It's very tiring to eat.

However, this kind of fruit is very easy to harvest, and it is not too long to collect a lot.

It is also very storage-resistant.

If it is preserved properly, it will not be broken for a year or two.

In view of the large quantity of these fruits, the storage tolerance and the hunger, the leaders of the hill tribes also go to the countryside very much and do these things with these people to collect and store these fruits.

Of course, the leader of the hill tribe did not let go of the old profession of grazing.

While the fruit is being collected here, the livestock are also grazing, and there are two harvests at the same time...