I am a Primitive Man

When Dou and the others looked back, Han Cheng also looked back at these guys.

This matter, let's talk to the witch. Compared with the average tribe, the witch is more receptive to new things, and this matter may be more clear to him.

As he walked back, Han Cheng muttered in his heart.

When he walked into the courtyard, he looked at the granary from a distance. As expected, the witch holding a rabbit was there and peering into the granary.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng instantly wanted to take back what he had just said.

The witch, who is addicted to catching mice and catching mice, slid in front of the door and looked inside from the back. It seemed a bit too wretched.

And how can you lie on the edge of the door and keep looking around after you get the trap?

In the beginning, the mouse was not familiar with these routines. Now, after suffering successive losses, the mouse has learned it and will not easily be fooled.

You have been guarding by the door. How courageous is the mouse to continue to eat the food on the trap under your obscure gaze?

You are old and not a cat. The cat is guarding in front of the mouse hole. When you encounter a mouse, it can be grasped with one paw. It is useless if you keep guarding here...

Han Cheng told Wu more than once about this matter, but this was of little use to Wu. It won’t be long before he would continue to come to the door and take a peek inside. Sometimes he could just take a glance all morning. More dedicated than cats.

Han Cheng was also helpless to the witch's habit of "hate".

Elderly people like to do this kind of thing, so let's do it, just worry that his body will not be able to bear it in the long run.

Wu sensed that someone was coming, so he turned his head, with some annoyance on his face.

You don't need to ask to know that no rat has fallen into the trap.

Looking at the aggrieved witch, Han Chengdu wondered whether he would start calling on the people in the tribe when he had time to go and irrigate the field mice.

Then put the caught mice into the barn of the tribe, let them enter the trap again, and make Wu happy.

Just like the leader Hao Jiannv who dived to hang fish on the leader's hook...

Not long ago, Han Cheng was still complaining about their inner dramas. In fact, his inner drama of being a **** son is even richer.

The corners of his mouth were hooked up to drive out these unreliable ideas. Han Cheng, who didn't want the barn in the tribe to become a mouse paradise, began to talk to Wu more specifically about the tribe’s expansion and planning...

Han Cheng discovered that he was thinking about another thing wrong. Wu was not enlightened at all when it came to stripping off the courtyard walls for expansion and demolishing some houses to build new ones. Like Dou Dou, he felt that It's fine for the tribe to live now.

Slight expansion is possible, but large-scale expansion is really unnecessary.

When Han was slightly stunned by this unexpected thing, Wu was also stunned looking at Han Cheng.

How can such a good thing be dismantled?

At this time, Han Cheng finally realized the mistake he had made in this matter.

As a person who has eaten some food from the tribe, you tell him that if you want to tear down the large walls and some houses in the tribe, it would be strange if he could immediately approve it.

That’s what Han Cheng said, if others dare to precede these things in the face of Wu, don’t look at Wu’s old age, his arms and legs are no longer handy, but Wu can still jump up to let this person know that the old people start to fight. Come, it hurts the same.

Compared with other people in the tribe, the witches who have been in the civil service for a long time undoubtedly have to be able to say more and give more reasons.

"The house wall is too good? What a pity to tear it down?"

Han Cheng muttered to himself what the witch said.

You have never seen those buildings that were demolished in later generations. After seeing them, you won't say that it is a pity to demolish...

"Well, you continue to guard the mouse here..."

After talking for a while, the **** son Han Da, who felt that he was invincible, turned and walked away with a kind of prophetic loneliness and helplessness.

It turned out that after surpassing everyone to a certain level, it was really such loneliness... Han Cheng, who was lonely seeking defeat, thought so hypocritically.

With so many people in the tribe, there should always be someone who can feel their feelings and understand their intentions?

So the son of Han Da went to find one of the people in the tribe who was led by him, and this person was getting some pappy stones there.

Han Cheng’s thoughts fell through once again, he briefly recovered his mind from using hemp to make paper on the stone. He raised his head to look at the son of God. After pondering for a while, he made the same choice as the others in the tribe. .

He used to live in caves and slept with so many people, he didn't think the tribe was crowded now.

On the contrary, he still feels that such a life together is quite lively.

As for the functional divisions in the tribes are not clear enough, the buildings are too dense, and some powerful things are gradually mixed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ The stones are like other people in the tribe, and they don't notice much.

Reaching out and patted on the shoulder of the stone, letting the stone continue to study papermaking with hemp leather, Han Cheng looked a little sad and left here and walked elsewhere.

The stone touched his head with his big wet hands, looked at the back of the **** child with some confusion, and then didn't think deeply, and then began to numb.

Different living conditions in the past have different views on the same thing.

For example, Han Cheng feels that today's tribes have become more crowded and the division of functional areas is unreasonable and chaotic. However, everyone in the tribe feels that this situation is very good and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Sometimes it's too advanced, not too good..."

The very wounded **** son Han Da, holding his son in his arms, said with a little bit of hypocrisy. The only person who responded to him was Xiao Wandou babbling, not understanding what it meant.

Coaxing his son to play for a while, thinking about how comfortable he was, Han Chengcheng began to do things that seemed naive.

He found a broken clay pot, made a lot of ashes at the bottom of the pot, scooped some water and stirred it to make a simple, rough ink.

Then I found a big brush made of wild boar hair and tied it to a stick, and then he took these tools and walked through the gate to outside the fence of the tribe.

I looked around, found a place that was more pleasing to the eye, and started dipping in ink.

Of course, it’s not a slogan that makes people want to be crooked, so that the whole village will be pregnant with a second child is the unshirkable responsibility of the village party secretary. The word.

After writing, tilt your head and look at it, the more you look at it, the more pleasing it becomes.

(One more owe...)

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