I am a primitive

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that the beasts wandered around that night, but none of them came to eat him.

I thought it was because these big bosses were picky eaters and didn't like to eat his kind of meat with a burnt taste that affected the taste. Now that I think about it, things are probably not that simple.

The most likely reason should be the thunder and lightning when he appeared.

Although Han Cheng didn't realize it at the time, from what the shaman recorded, the ashes he saw after waking up, and his image of being completely scorched and motionless until now, it can be seen that there was something wrong with Thunder at that time. how big.

The fear of thunder is an animal instinct, and these big bosses in the wild are no exception. Although the thunder disappeared later, these sensitive bosses can still feel the breath left by the thunder...

Unexpectedly, it was because of these reasons that he escaped from the mouth of the beast and was rescued.

Sure enough, everything has pros and cons...

Wu was tired of writing, so he stopped for a short rest, turned his head and just saw Han Cheng who was upright and thoughtful, staring at the words he portrayed, with a smile on his face.

It's the kind of smile that comes from a capable person.

He looked at Han Cheng for a while, saw that Han Cheng was fascinated, he turned sideways, pointed to the word on the top and said: "%^"

Han Cheng recovered from deep thought, and looked at the elderly Wu with some doubts.

"%^"

Wu tapped the top word with his hand, and watched Han Cheng repeat it again.

"%^?"

Han Cheng read along in his heart in doubt, his mind was full of confusion, not knowing what this "%^" meant.

He blinked.

Seeing that Han Cheng's attention was completely attracted, a smile appeared on his face again, pointing at that word and saying again: "%^"

Han Cheng smiled wryly in his heart.

Shame!

After timetraveling, others educate the ancients with the knowledge of the future generations, but I am better off. After timetraveling, not only did I not educate the ancients, but I was educated by the ancients instead.

Moreover, this ancient man is still an ancient man who can no longer be ancient, an ancient man from the Stone Age...

Complaints belong to complaints, but the language still needs to be learned. If it is time to get rid of the current state and have no language at all with the people here, then it will be uncomfortable to communicate.

You can't just rely on gestures and confirming eyes, right?

Chapter 9 Autumn is a season for storing food.

"%#"

Wu pointed to himself, and then said to Han Cheng.

Although Han Cheng couldn't speak, Wu could see from his eyes that Han Cheng was really studying what he taught seriously.

This made the elderly Wu very happy.

It was precisely because of this that he taught Han Cheng so tirelessly.

"%#"

He pointed to himself and said it again.

"%#"

Han Cheng blinked, didn't this mean 'I'?

Wu, who is a good teacher, taught Han Cheng for a while, and then stopped talking, then picked up his pen made of stone, and carved on the stone slab what he hadn't recorded yet.

After about an hour, some people who went out came back.

The leader was Junior Brother Sha, who brought two men and five women with him, and each of them was holding or carrying animal skin packages, which were filled with large and small fruits.

They poured the fruit where it had been, and went out again.

Thinking of the colorful scene he saw on the way back to the cave the day before yesterday, Han Cheng understood what they were doing now.

Autumn is here, it is a season of harvest, and it is also a season that needs to work hard to store food.

Based on what he has seen and heard in the past two days, Han Cheng has already learned that this unknown tribe is still in the stage of hunting and picking, and is still far away from slash-and-burn farming.

In this case, collecting a lot of wild fruits has become their most important means of storage.

After all, the fruit has a long shelf life and is resistant to storage.

As for meat, it is delicious to eat, but in the absence of salt, the storage time is really...

This is why all the labor force in the tribe went out to pick wild fruits today after they had harvested enough meat for the tribe to eat for two days yesterday.

It can be seen that there should be a lot of fruits outside, basically every hour, about half of the people will come back with fruits...

The days were as peaceful as water, and Han Cheng's life was to stand here as a sculpture, watching the activities of the people in this tribe, and eating the special meat soup made by the witch for two meals a day.

Mostly it was pounded roast and easily mushy liver.

However, once it was a lamb kidney.

After eating the lamb kidney, Han Cheng was very sad.

It's not that the kidneys taste bad, but that after he ate a whole wild sheep's kidneys, he still didn't feel anything...

Damn, this time it's really useless, the source of happiness is gone...

Of course, after putting aside this worry, Han Cheng is quite satisfied with his current life.

After eating every day, follow the witch to learn some of their language, and the rest of the time can be spent in a daze.

The work of storing food is still going on, and the women of the tribe are the main hands picking the fruit.

If there are enough prey to meet the needs of the tribe for two days or longer, the elder brother will bring the men to join the ranks of fruit picking.

With their hard work, more and more fruits were stored in the cave, and a large pile had been piled up where the fruits were originally stored.

Looking at the ever-growing pile of fruits, everyone including Han Cheng felt at ease.

There is food in hand, no panic in the heart, until the problem of hunger and fullness is not solved, it has always been a wise saying.

Han Cheng's body was very itchy. This kind of itching started a few days ago, but it was not as serious as today.

He wanted to scratch, but the result was of course crushing, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could only endure the torture like scratching his heart and liver without saying a word.