I am a Primitive Man

After the New Year's affairs were finalized, the atmosphere of the Qingque tribe immediately became different.

It is a feeling of fear, expectation, vague excitement and other things intertwined.

But the training every three days did not stop because of this. In today's training, in addition to gathering, turning left, and turning right, the training of archery, sling, shield, and spear has already begun.

Mainly focus on group training.

In this regard, in later generations, Han Cheng had only trained people to line up twice. Weapons and warfare had never been touched before, and they could only come slowly through groping.

Inside the spacious deer shed, the production of the canoe officially stopped today. The main personnel in the production of the canoe-lame, wood, and black baby, need to make one or two more drums. This is the green bird. The consensus of the tribesmen.

They worried that there was only one drum and could not scare the terrible Nian beast.

By now, the Qingque tribe already had three completed canoes, all of which were made after the big tree trunks that three or four people couldn't hold together burned and burned out.

The space inside is not small. In a canoe, there are six people sitting in it, and some necessary supplies are still very relaxed.

Regrettably, the surface of the river has been frozen, and there is no way to launch the water test to test the specific performance.

Another is that since the interior is all burned out with fire, when people go inside, it is easy to get blackened.

This requires people to finely polish them with rough stones and other things.

The women of the Qingque tribe also had an extra job. This job was replaced by Han Shuo, who was the son of God, to sew a new piece of clothing for everyone in the tribe.

This dress will be distributed to everyone on New Year's Eve.

The people of the tribe lived together, and Han Cheng did not deliberately conceal this matter, so it spread quickly throughout the Qingque tribe.

Not only the minors, but also the adults of the Qingque tribe, have become more looking forward to the New Year.

As the saying goes, clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as they are. It is probably a common problem for people to love the new and dislike the old on clothes. Even the primitive people of the Qingque tribe like new clothes that look better and feel more comfortable to wear.

Especially the clothes made by the method taught by the **** son are so comfortable and warm to wear.

The sun, which had not been seen for a few days, finally came out again.

At the root of the southern wall that was swept out of a clearing, many wooden piers and stones were placed. The women of the Qingque tribe surrounded in twos and threes, sitting in the sun, holding the nitrated fur in their hands. There are bone needles, bone cones, ropes, and other things, and clothes are made according to the methods taught by the gods.

The older girls Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli are also here to make clothes with adults. From time to time, there will be people who do better clothes and teach them some necessary methods.

The thicker skin is pierced with a bone cone, and then a bone needle is used to thread the needle, and the thinner skin is directly sewn with a bone needle that can hold the iron needles of later generations.

Xing is now sewing clothes with bone needles, her hand strength is still too weak, it is not easy to penetrate the skin with bone needles.

After failing to pierce the skin through two consecutive attempts, she picked up a bone plate placed in a small round basket made of lameness

There are many specially chiseled holes in the middle part of this bone plate.

The star puts the bone plate on the tail end of the bone pin, and the tail end of the bone pin easily sinks into the small hole on the bone plate. Then, with a hard hand, the needle that was originally difficult to pierce is pierced leather.

She put the bone plate back into the small basket for needles, threads and some scraps of leather, threaded the needles and threaded them, and sewed the needles. Looking up, she saw the goddess who was not far away.

The son of God was followed by a blessed general with a bigger belly and wagging his tail.

The bone needles, the bone plates used for thimble, and the methods of sewing clothes were all taught by the gods.

Xing couldn't help thinking again, how could the **** child know so many things...

Han Cheng didn't know Xing's thoughts. If he did, he would touch his bare chin proudly, and said in his heart: "It's not that I know too much, but you know too little."

Han Cheng stepped aside, watching from a distance the crowd of people sewing clothes together. In the chilly air, the warm sunshine fell and enveloped most of the courtyard.

Covered him and everyone who made clothes.

In a trance, it gave people an illusion-he was not a primitive tribe at this time, but he had returned to that distant and clear village.

In the same winter's free time, those familiar young and old women gathered in the courtyard of someone's house with needlework, doing their work and talking about the homework.

A few children who came with them gathered together, bending marbles, four corners, or other things...

In such a trance, the star, who had picked up the bone plate and put it down, unconsciously lifted up, looking towards the son of God, and was meeting the eyes of the son of God.

"Xing, the son of God is looking at you and wants to sleep with you."

Working women gather together, always revealing a strong gossip aura, whether in later generations or in primitive tribes, the same is true.

As the son of God, Han Cheng is a kind of spotlight in the Qingque tribe. Once he appears outside, he easily attracts the attention of everyone.

So the actions of the Son of God at this time were seen by many people.

Some time ago, the Wuyou leader wanted to use the star as the spouse of the **** son. In such a small tribe, there is naturally no way to hide it.

Sex, or things related to sex, is a topic that will never fade.

From the original, to the present, to the future of unknown time.

The way primitive people express their feelings in their hearts is always more straightforward.

Xiao Mei stretched her head to see what she was standing there and looking at here for a while, then she looked at the star who also looked at the son of God~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said aloud.

A slightly lowered voice fell, attracting a kind of laughter.

If it were placed elsewhere, such a woman who was ridiculed in public would always be a little embarrassed, but Xing did not change his face.

She didn't take her gaze back, and said seriously and somewhat discouraged: "The son of God will not sleep with me."

"You can defeat the son of God, and then sleep with him."

This time speaking, it was an adult female primitive person. She defeated her man in the first place, and then succeeded in sleeping with the man she liked.

Therefore, speaking of this at this time, it seems a little righteous.

In the tribe, such things are allowed to happen, although they do not happen often.

Xing's eyes brightened. In terms of fighting, the **** son really couldn't beat himself...

Xiao Mei, who had originally teased the star, and Xiao Li, who was not far from her, suddenly seemed to have thought of something.