I am a Primitive Man

There was more warmth in the fields around the tribe. Thanks to the efforts of the people of the Qingque tribe, more and more land was turned over.

The moist soil was exposed to the air, with a good smell.

The heavy snow and cold are not without benefits. The heavy snow covered in layers provides sufficient water to the land and also freezes many insects to death.

Can effectively reduce the probability of occurrence of pests and diseases.

The warm spring sun shone on the earth, and the still cold spring breeze shook Han Cheng's sleeves.

The **** son Han Da, standing with his hand holding a pen in one hand, took a few steps back and carefully examined his pen.

The writing is not good, but the meaning is very good.

In later generations, no matter how ugly the word "demolition" is written, many people still want it to appear in their houses.

This is because the word represents the rejuvenation of the family and the rich material that comes with it. It is the embarrassment to fire the boss after driving a good car to work.

With this word, after experiencing the joy of getting rich, many people will become more peaceful and more patient and tolerant in dealing with others.

Such a word contains things in later generations far beyond the ‘fu’ that is posted on the door during the New Year.

No matter how well you write ‘Fu’, you can use both front and back posts, and there is no such word.

In later generations, Han Cheng's hometown was extremely remote, and he would not be able to write such a word in a few decades.

This is also one of the reasons why he has to perform the task alone on Valentine's Day.

People are like this, the more they lack, the rarer they are.

Han Cheng, who was hopeless with the word "demolition" written on the house of later generations, was here and personally wrote such a good word on the wall of the tribe.

Although I know that even if it is written, there is no use, but sometimes it still makes people feel unconscious.

After admiring his handwriting for a while, Han Cheng went to the other side and continued to write the word.

When I wrote this, my mind flashed, and a very good idea came up in my heart.

If you had written a letter of demolition on your home and the houses of your neighbors before going on a blind date, the result of the blind date might be completely different, right?

After a flash of inspiration, what is left is deep regret. Why didn't you remember such a good idea before?

It was a pity to think for a while, Han Cheng carried the clay pot and the big writing brush back to the tribe, watching from a distance his son who was sitting in a simple baby walker twisting from time to time, and pushing the walker. Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng shook his head and threw all the messy thoughts out of his mind.

Fortunately, no one had compared me before, otherwise I would have a lot more concerns in this era.

Thinking about this, he snorted again. In the later generations, no woman liked him. Now he is a sweet potato. All he needs to say is that the women of the tribe can take turns to squeeze him dry.

He severely criticized the women who had blind dated with him in later generations for their ignorance and triumph with a strong spirit. Han Cheng smiled and went to tease his fat son.

Coming to the front, looking at the black ink on his hands, Han Cheng moved in his heart, and then began to dress up Little Pea.

Under Han Cheng's exquisite attendance, an old man wearing crotch pants and sitting in a walker has been freshly baked.

Bai Xuemei couldn't laugh at the side, she squatted on the ground, with one hand on her belly, tears came out of her eyes.

After finally stopping the laughter, he looked up at the little pea who was sitting in the stroller with an ignorant face, and immediately laughed again, clutching his belly.

Han Cheng, who played the black hand, stood aside and watched, but also unhappy.

Well, this pair is really pro parents.

It will be meaningless if you don’t use it for fun after giving birth.

Looking at the little pea like a little old man, Han Cheng thought from ear to ear with such a complacency...

Time passed a little bit in the work of everyone, and seeing the sky was getting dark, the big brother who led the people in the field knocked the clapper in his hand.

People who have worked hard all day, hearing this voice, some people immediately took the tools in their hands and walked back.

Some people took a look at the little land left in front, and made up a few buckles here, and then went back after digging these.

As the leader, and the most core part of the Qingque tribe, the big brother undoubtedly loves work more.

Although he sounded the clapper, he waited until everyone was almost gone, and then he carried his tools and followed them back.

Don't underestimate the efforts of this moment. After years of time, the big brother has to dig out a lot more land than the person who walks back when he hears the sound of the stick.

"what happened?"

The big brother who was walking behind carried the tool for a while, and found that the person who had taken the first step did not go back to the courtyard directly as before, but stopped in front of the gate, stood there and surrounded it, facing the gate. Pointing around constantly.

The big brother who didn't understand what was going on, couldn't help muttering, and then stepped forward to check the situation.

In the case of Han Chengde's five-handed grasp of intellectual, physical, artistic and labor, especially under the horror suppression of the ruler and the punishment of copying characters, the people of the Qingque tribe can more or less recognize some characters.

At this time, it doesn't matter if you don't know the words. Someone has already started to talk about it consciously.

"Demolition? What does this mean?"

The big brother was chanting this word, just like the others, they were all confused~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After hearing people say that it was from the handwriting of the son of God, everyone was even more confused. I didn't know that the son of God suddenly What does it mean to write such a word on the courtyard wall?

In the crowd there was an old man from the Qingque tribe who was working with Doudou today. After thinking about it, he immediately said some of what the **** son said today.

As a result, everyone who had been stunned suddenly became even more stunned. Such a good wall should be demolished?

Unlike Han Cheng's surging heart when he saw the word "demolition" appear on his house, everyone in the tribe was filled with consternation and some panic.

Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffed again after watching this scene.

The effect of the word "demolition" at the gate quickly became apparent. When eating in the evening, many people approached him, and the hesitation was that they didn't want Han Cheng to demolish the wall.

After dinner, the elder brother and the others went to Han Cheng one after another.

"First do the spring plowing well, I will talk about this later!"

After rounds of bombardment, Divine Son Han Da finally couldn't stand it. He lifted his feet on the **** of a few people in the room, kicked them and kicked them all out.

Of course he has a reason to be angry about this. The same people came here, but most of them couldn’t say anything after they came. They just blinked and looked at you with a particularly innocent look, just follow you. He stole his leg of lamb.

It's okay for a few people like this to come, but it makes people feel a little uncomfortable when they come.

The son of Han Da went crazy, and the inside of the house was immediately cleaned.

"Mother, it seems that if you don't show some real skills, it won't be possible for you short-sighted guys to increase their knowledge!"

Han Cheng was depressed, smoking his nose and holding back his big move...

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