I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng swore that he had never had such a delicious meat soup.

Although this meat soup was made in a very unique way, without adding any seasoning, not even salt, but he can still say with certainty that this is really the most delicious food he has ever eaten.

After eating three bowls of water in a row, Han Chengcai ate all the minced meat in the 'bone bowl'.

The old primitive man seemed very happy that the wooden Han Cheng could eat the meals he invented.

He put the empty bone bowl back to its original place, looked at Han Cheng with a smile on his back, and then tentatively said some words to him, and also made some gestures.

Han Cheng couldn't understand or understand the meaning of the old primitive man. Even if he understood, all he could respond was to roll his eyes and blink like now.

The old primitive man worked hard like this for a while, seeing that Han Cheng seemed to be unable to understand what he meant, so he stopped doing useless work, but turned around and started busy with his work.

After waking up today, Han Chengcheng knew that the old primitive man in front of him was a man of culture.

This is easy to tell, because in this cave, which appears to be a relatively independent small cave, there are many stone slabs, and many simple and clumsy characters are carved on the stone slabs.

Well, maybe it can be described with a picture.

It was very similar to the ones he saw on the rock wall before crossing.

And now the old primitive man is using a stone to slowly carve on a slate that is not fully written.

What is a person who can write but not a cultural person? Especially in primitive times.

Han Cheng squinted at the old primitive man's hand holding the stone, wanting to see what he was going to portray.

However, until he fell asleep, he didn't see why.

This is not because the old primitive man's writing is too simple and Han Cheng can't understand it, but because the old primitive man's writing speed is too slow, so slow that Han Cheng fell asleep before the two characters were written...

When I woke up again, the sky was already a little dark, and a kind of primitive man who went out returned with the joy of harvest.

boom!

The paunchy second senior brother shook his shoulders, and a heavy prey fell from his shoulders to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, blowing the flames into flickering, almost extinguished.

Han Cheng looked over and recognized that it was a wild boar. Judging by its size, it weighed about 100 catties. I don't know how they caught and killed such a big guy.

Today is a harvest day. In addition to this big wild boar, there are three small wild boars weighing more than ten kilograms.

It seems that they are taking this family of wild boars.

There are also some women who spread out the animal skin parcels they held in their hands, revealing the green and yellowed fruits inside.

These fruits were all placed in the place where the eldest brother took the fruits last night.

All the people in the tribe were happy, looking at the precious food with joy.

Because they caught a lot of prey today, they can have a good meal!

Under the arrangement of the elder brother, the people in the cave worked methodically and enthusiastically.

Brother Sha used a stone knife to cut open the stomachs of four wild boars of different sizes.

Eviscerated the wild boar and gave the intestines to the lame, emaciated man.

With the help of his wife, the crippled man walked out of the cave with these intestines, and after a while, his wife came in with a hanging hanging of pig intestines that had been processed.

To the guy who made the dinner while she went on out to help his man with the pig intestines.

Han Cheng blinked, but he didn't expect that this lame primitive man was also a master at handling intestines.

The other people were not idle either, they were very busy with skinning, meat, and sausages.

As everyone was busy, the smell of meat soon spread in the cave.

The food served tonight was really rich. In addition to the four sets of pigs, there was also a small wild boar roasted.

After the food is baked, it is the eldest brother who will do it first.

He tore off a piece of fat from the roasted pork, made another piece of intestine, and gave it to the old primitive man like his master first.

The old primitive man pointed at Han Cheng, and said a few words to the elder brother with gestures. The elder brother nodded, and then looked up at Han Cheng curiously.

Then went out to grab some more from the pile of baked goods.

Han Cheng didn't recognize the black one.

The sumptuous dinner began, and the food tonight was sufficient. Even the lame primitive family who went to get the food at the end got enough food to fill their stomachs.

Seeing everyone eating meat happily, Han Cheng's stomach also happily sang a ditty.

But no one paid any attention to him, and everyone, including the old primitive man, was enjoying their hard-earned food.

Of course, the old primitive people still eat slowly.

After everyone else has finished eating and combed each other's hair for a long time, the old primitive will finally swallow the last bite of food.

Then he got up, brought the bone bowl that Han Cheng had used once, picked up the dark, unrecognizable thing that the elder brother brought last, broke off a small piece with his hands, and crushed it with his hands , into the bone bowl.

Only then did Han Cheng suddenly realize that this was roasted pork liver.

About ten minutes later, Han Cheng drank the delicious and alternative pork liver soup.

At this time, the cave was already dark.

By the time he finished his meal, most of the people in the cave had already fallen asleep.

Looking at this simple and quiet cave and the people in it, Han Cheng's heart was surprisingly peaceful.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, in this seemingly monotonous life, he felt something that he had always wanted but could not get.

That is the slow pace of life.

Here, people don't need to pursue too many things, as long as they have enough food to fill their stomachs every day, they can get joy from the bottom of their hearts.

Unlike later generations, who are overwhelmed by invisible pressure every day.

I can't wait to stay up all day, but I still feel that I don't have enough time...

From this point of view, people of later generations may not really have the happiness of primitive people.

Han Cheng's somewhat ethereal thoughts were interrupted.

It may be because they are full, there are a lot of people who can't sleep tonight.

And at this time, there are no good entertainment activities, unlike the later generations where you can beat the king or something, so the original singing sounded in the cave soon.

One after another.

Han Cheng suddenly discovered a very serious problem. In the past, if he encountered such a scene, even if he didn't want to, something below would react immediately, but now, he didn't even feel a little bit !

Damn, it's game over now...