I am a primitive

Han Cheng squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Xing'er's forehead, and asked with a smile.

Xiao Xing'er opened her mouth to say something, but immediately closed her mouth again.

"Dad, hand, hand out."

Xiao Xing'er tilted her head and thought for a while, then looked at Han Cheng and said.

There was some small expectation on the chubby little face.

When Han Cheng saw his little daughter like this, he didn't ask anymore, but stretched out his hand obediently, and cooperated with his little daughter's performance.

I don't want to spoil my little daughter's interest.

Seeing Han Cheng stretch out his hand, Xiao Xing'er stepped forward and put the pair of small hands that were clasped together on Han Cheng's palm.

The little hand was next to Han Cheng's, and Han Cheng felt some fleshy warmth.

Xiao Xing'er's face was full of joy and cautiousness.

After she put her hand firmly on Han Cheng's, she looked up and saw that Han Cheng was looking at her with some expectation, so she didn't pause anymore, but began to carefully close the small hands that were closed together, little by little. Let go.

With a serious expression, but also with some cautious and anticipation.

Han Cheng stretched out his hand and squatted here watching his little daughter do this with some interest.

During this waiting, Xiao Xing'er's closed palms were completely separated, and Han Cheng felt something fell into his hands.

"Dad, look!"

Xiao Xing'er said so excitedly, with joy.

Following her voice, Han Cheng also saw what fell into his hands.

These are two small butterflies with black wings, blue and a small range of yellow as embellishments.

Two little butterflies landed on Han Cheng's hand, and their beautiful wings moved in a small range.

Maybe because Han Cheng's hands were not sweet at all, and far less tasteful than stamens, the two flower-pickers stayed for a while, and then flew up with wings.

Seeing this, Han Cheng was afraid that Xiao Xing'er would be in a bad mood because of the two flower picking thieves flying away, so even though he waved his hands to catch them, he didn't want Xiao Xing'er to see such a scene, not only did not worry and cry, but also Jumping up and down happily.

"Daddy, Daddy! Look! Fly, fly away! Good, good looking!"

Xiao Xing'er pointed at the flying butterfly and shouted joyfully, as happy as an elf.

She was happier than when she put the little butterfly into Han Cheng's hands.

Only then did Han Cheng realize that the happiest thing for his little daughter was not catching butterflies, but seeing the butterflies she caught fluttering and taking off under the witness of the two of them.

After Han Cheng realized this, he stopped trying to catch the two butterflies, and stood here with his little daughter watching the two butterflies flying in the air. Fly away and eventually disappear.

Looking at the two butterflies flying away, and looking at the happy little daughter beside him, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile on his face.

At this moment, his increasingly mature heart was also filled with this kind of pure childlike fun.

Suddenly, there is a feeling of returning to childhood.

"Father, I, we, catch, catch talisman butterflies, okay?"

When the two butterflies flew out of sight, Xiao Xing'er also stopped jumping.

Standing here, she raised a small hand high, holding Han Cheng's hand, looked up at Han Cheng, and spoke in a slurred voice.

Han Cheng lowered his head, facing Xiao Xing'er's expectant smile and those eyes that seemed to be shining with brilliance.

When Han Cheng saw such a scene, how could he refuse the request of his little princess?

"Go, you take Dad to catch butterflies together."

Han Cheng said to Xiao Xing'er with a smile.

Xiao Xing'er immediately became excited.

"Catch the rune butterfly~ catch the rune butterfly~"

She shouted happily, and took Han Cheng's two fingers with her small hand, and ran forward.

Han Cheng was pulled by her, and then walked quickly.

After walking for a while, his brisk walk turned into a small trot...

The wind was blowing, and the leaves on the trees were rattling.

The raincoats that had been sun-dried and brushed with tung oil on the clothes drying poles in the yard also rattled.

Several colors of raincoats, far away, look like the brilliant clouds in the sky.

Many women and children in the tribe couldn't help being stunned seeing the situation in front of them.

They were shocked by this extraordinarily beautiful scene and were intoxicated by it.

Seeing this scene, not only these people, but also the witch not far away.

Unlike those women and children who were stunned when they saw such a scene, Wu looked at these colorful raincoats dancing with the wind, not only did not feel the slightest sense of beauty, but also felt a deep distress.

This is something made of sackcloth and tung oil!

Forget about tung oil, it was produced by his own tribe, and there was no exchange for food or other things, but the linen was different.

Not long ago, Wu still vividly remembered the scene where his own tribe spent a lot of food in exchange for linen from the Fire Tribe.

Although he knows that it is much more cost-effective than directly growing hemp and weaving cloth in his own tribe, but seeing so much food that originally belonged to his tribe, but now it is suddenly taken away by the people of the Fire tribe, Wu is still reluctant to give up. .

In Wu's eyes, the flying colorful raincoats in front of him were not colored raincoats at all, but a lot of yellow millet!

The point is, if your tribe doesn't have something that can be used to cover the rain, it's fine, but your tribe already has bamboo hats and coir raincoats.

These two things are also very effective for sheltering from rain.

Of course, the more important thing is that the bamboo hats and coir raincoats made by the tribe do not need to be exchanged for yellow millet.

"Create a crime~"

Standing here and staring blankly for a while, Wu finally said a word.

These words, coupled with Wu's desolate and distressed expression, fully highlighted Wu's high personality that everyone is drunk and I wake up alone...

This kind of extravagant and wasteful thing, I will not use it!