I am a primitive

This thing is nothing but that very crude bronze mask.

Here is the residential area of ​​the Red Tiger Tribe, or it will be called Sanxingdui in the future.

After this thought came up, Han Cheng quickly decided on it.

The name Sanxingdui should indeed be appropriate for the occasion.

In fact, at the beginning, Han Cheng wanted to remove the "heap" at the back and make it into a two-character name because it sounded pleasing to the ear and yelled fluently.

But after realizing that removing the 'heap' would turn him into a three star, Han Chengge dismissed the idea.

This is not only because Samsung is easy to explode and hurt people, but more importantly, it is necessary to prevent the stick from disgusting people.

Although Han Cheng knew that his worry was unfounded, Han Cheng decided not to call it that.

It is still more pleasing to the ear to call Sanxingdui, and it is safer.

Well, it doesn't seem to be very safe.

Because some people have no brains and are used to inventing history. If they are really serious, they can invent all the races and all the history of the whole world as derived from their civilization...

Shaking his head, throwing the brazen actions of these brazen people out of his head, Han Cheng continued to stand here and watch the residence of the Red Tiger Tribe and make plans...

At night, an oil lamp flickered, illuminating the dark room.

Han Cheng sat at the table, holding a writing brush in one hand, and carefully brushed the edge of the brush on the edge of the inkstone made of bluestone, then sat up straight, transferred the brush in his hand to the paper, and began to seriously writing.

It is written very carefully stroke by stroke.

Serious men are the most handsome.

But such handsomeness can't last long.

"Crash."

"boom!"

There was such a sound in the quiet room.

The paper that had just been written on was crumpled into a ball by Han Cheng with his hands, and then he threw it forcefully into the corner of the room.

In this corner, there are seven or eight similar paper balls.

These were all left there by Han Cheng tonight.

Standing up, he rubbed his head vigorously with his ink-stained fingers. Han Cheng couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face.

This calligraphy is still difficult.

Ever since he got the brush out, Han Cheng has practiced brush calligraphy a lot.

With his continuous practice, it is certain that the brush calligraphy has been greatly improved.

It's just that it's small characters. When writing big characters, it's easy to write badly.

After rubbing his head, Han Cheng wandered around the room for a while, but after still not being able to find the status, Han Cheng finally changed his mind and wrote the three big characters 'Sanxingdui' after waiting.

Han Cheng, who sat back in front of the table again, took out a booklet from the table case.

There are many numbers written on the pamphlet.

He flipped through it for a while, turned it to a page, and spread it out.

What is recorded above is the population of the tribe.

Then he took out a few more papers from the side.

Open it and spread it on the table.

There are a lot of numbers written on this paper.

The above records are the statistics of the population changes in the tribe since Han Cheng counted the population last time.

Han Cheng looked at these numbers and calculated. After adding, subtracting, and subtracting for a while, Han Cheng drew a horizontal line under the paper, and wrote a new number below——520 three!

(Thanks to book friend SeaL for the reward, haha...)

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

As Han Cheng had predicted before, after the battle with the Red Tiger Tribe, the number of his own tribe really soared.

In addition to the ten or so babies born in the Tieshan residential area during this period of time, the number of people from the Qingque tribe has now reached 520!

Among these newly added people, there are more than 600 adults, and the remaining thousand people are minors.

The reason why there is such a big disparity is because the minors of the Red Tiger tribe are basically accepted by the Qingque people.

As for the adults of the Red Tiger Tribe, some were killed, some escaped, and some of the remaining captives died due to injuries and other reasons.

After adding up all kinds of things together, it becomes more than 600.

Looking at the number written on the paper, Han Cheng couldn't help showing some smiles on his face.

There are more than 500 people in my own tribe, so is it still far from the population breaking through [-]?

Over ten thousand is a stage.

Just like before, when the population exceeds [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], and [-], it is a stage.

Now, the number of people in the tribe has exceeded [-], and between [-] and [-], the distance of breaking through [-] has become much easier!

In fact, this is just thinking about it in his heart. Han Cheng knows that it will not be easy to add more than 2000 people.

After all, after defeating the Red Tiger Tribe, his own tribe only increased by more than 1000 people.

More than 2000 people are indeed not easy to increase.

but……

Han Cheng smiled, this is not a big problem.

There were only so many people in the tribe in the past, didn't they come over step by step?

Many things, as long as you continue to do it, as long as you can live long enough, you will usher in a good result.

In many cases, being able to fight is the last word.