I am a primitive

After figuring out what the old priest meant, the hunchbacked primitive man saluted the old priest respectfully again...

The hunchbacked primitive man left the wooden house that belonged to the priest alone, and climbed into the house where he and other people lived.

When the sun is setting and the sky is about to get dark, the people of this tribe start cooking.

Because they live in tree houses, naturally they cannot light a fire inside.

When cooking, it is on the ground below.

Every time it was time to cook, the old priest would come down from his wooden house and watch the people of his tribe cooking here.

It's not because he particularly likes to watch such scenes, nor is it because he can't wait to eat the food, and it's not because he's worried that the people in the tribe will take this opportunity to steal it.

It's because when the tribe started to live and cook, the smoke kept running up. Staying in the tree house, they would often be choked and coughed, and tears and snot would flow down together...

Today, because the hunchbacked primitive man and his party brought back a large amount of food, the meal at night seemed very rich.

It was also because of their return that there was no wind tonight, but the trees where many tree houses were located were shaking slightly.

But this shaking does not include the tree house where the old priest lives.

At this time, the window of the tree house where the old priest lived was half open, and the bright moonlight shone in from the half-closed window, casting a small piece of light.

In this light, there is an earthenware bowl with salt in it.

The old priest stayed in the darkness on one side, his eyes resting on these two things in the moonlight.

His mind was in a mess, thinking about all kinds of things all the time.

There is the powerful tribe nearby, what he said to the hunchbacked primitive man today, and conjectures about this unknown tribe.

Before today, he never thought that there would really be a tribe stronger than that nearby tribe.

But now, looking at this exquisite thing, he had to think about it.

He really couldn't think of any tribe that could produce such a thing, except for a tribe that was stronger than the neighboring tribes.

After sitting here cross-legged and looking at it for a while, the old priest got up and closed the open window, blocking the moonlight and the cold outside.

As the night darkened, the sound of shaking trees that would sound from time to time also disappeared.

The animals tied by ropes in the area surrounded by sticks under the trees have not yet rested.

Some of them lie on the ground, and some stand there, chewing things with their mouths moving.

As they chew slowly and slowly, white foam emerges from the corners of their mouths.

After a long time, after some foams are broken, they will turn into water, dripping, pulling out long strips and falling to the ground...

What the wise priest said was really touching. In addition, most of their tribe's food was obtained through exchange, so the hunchbacked primitive people began to clean up the next day.

They left half of the food brought back from the outside in the tribe, and packed the other half on the animals that had eaten grass and drank water.

Some carried some on their backs as well.

After a brief tidying up, the group of them left the tribe under the watchful eyes of the old priest, and headed in one direction...

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With the blessing of the wise priest, leading the livestock and carrying the goods, the hunchbacked primitive people headed towards the tribe they had visited many times.

After a few days of walking, the scene in front of me became different.

Slices of water appeared in front of them, and there were some people in front of them at the same time.

These people are wrapped in animal skins and carry clay pots in their hands.

Some people held the clay pot by its edge with one hand because it was too big and heavy to hold with one hand, and leaned against their waists.

This can save a lot of effort.

However, there is one thing that requires more people, that is, a good waist.

From time to time, these people would reach into the jar with their free hand, grab something from it, and then throw it vigorously into the water.

At this time, the weather was still cold and the water was still biting, but these people didn't seem to feel the cold, so they just walked on the muddy water in the water.

Repeat this action while walking.

On the shore, there are some people with dazzling weapons standing here.

Their weapons appear to be larger and sharper than those carried by the hunched hominids.

These people didn't work, they just watched the people in the waters work.

The fur they wear looks thicker, and people generally look stronger than those who are working in the water.

The hunchbacked primitive man was no stranger to such scenes, and he also knew what these people were doing and why they were doing it.

At this time, what they sprinkled into the not-deep waters were the small fruits with shells that were delicious after removing the shells.

At this time, sprinkle some delicious small fruits into it. After a while, these small fruits will sprout and grow, just like weeds.

When the leaves turn yellow, these things will grow up and produce more small fruits.

At that time, the people of this tribe would collect all the small fruits that grew on these grasses, and they could have a lot of food at once.

This is also one of the reasons why the tribe in front of us is so powerful and rich.

The hunchbacked primitive people were very envious of this way of obtaining food, and wanted their own tribe to use this method to obtain a large amount of food.

If you can get a lot of food near your own tribe without running around like this, no one is willing to go to a long distance with the goods on your back, and rush to the rest of the tribes through continuous walking, in order to exchange for enough food in the tribe. food for human consumption.

But for such a thing, the hunchbacked primitive man can only think about it in his heart, but he dare not really do it.

Because in this large area, the places suitable for the growth of this delicious little fruit belong to this powerful tribe in front of them.

Even if the shallow waters are on the edge of their own tribe's life, they still belong to the tribe in front of them.

In the season when everything sprouts and grows, you imitate the tribe in front of you and sprinkle delicious small fruits with shells into the water, waiting for these seeds to germinate and grow. This powerful tribe doesn't care.

But when it comes time to harvest, it cannot be harvested.

Regardless of whether these delicious little fruits were grown there by themselves or those tribes sprinkled them artificially, in front of this tribe, they will automatically belong to their tribe.

If any tribe dared to disagree and harvested this delicious little fruit, these people standing on the shore would go to that tribe with sharp weapons.

At that time, not only will they snatch all the delicious small fruits harvested, but all the rest will be taken away by the tribe in front of them.