I am a primitive

However, as the sound of clappers and knocking on stones sounded continuously, and more and more people followed Shenzi around the fire, those who were a little embarrassed to try were gradually overwhelmed by the laughter of those dancing and shouting. Attracted, infected by the smiles on their faces, they became eager to try.

In the end, he broke through the barrier in his heart and joined the celebrating crowd.

He often dances the witch of the Great God, but he didn't join in the carnival like dancing of demons. He was knocking on the clapper beside him, watching the joyful crowd, his toothless mouth couldn't close.

Not to mention Han Cheng, even the Yangko-twisting experts here couldn't recognize it as a Yangko bonfire dance. It went on for a long time before it gradually subsided, and the sweaty person felt comfortable all over.

After the inner joy was vented in this way, each of them felt that their bodies were light and their spirits were a hundred times stronger.

These people who don't have many recreational activities on weekdays immediately fell in love with this kind of activity created by Shenzi that can make people physically and mentally happy.

Some people who haven't lived enough are twisting and twisting on the way to the room...

Han Cheng lay on the kang covered with a thick layer of hay and a layer of leather. He stretched out comfortably and pulled a piece of very soft and thick sheepskin to cover his body. There was no original ditty. Interference, soon fell asleep...

"Cuckoo~"

It wasn't too clear, and there were many surprised cock crows, and Han Cheng opened his eyes.

No dreams all night, just wake up feeling refreshed in the morning.

When he got up to wash up, Han Cheng was startled, because as far as he could see, the eyes of the adults in the Qingque tribe were red and bloodshot, as if they had collectively suffered from pink eye disease.

Reading history makes people wise, mathematics makes people smart, and dancing around the bonfire without knowing how far Yangko will make people collectively suffer from pink eye disease?

Han Cheng was thinking so wildly, he hurriedly lowered his head to reflect on the water basin and looked into his own eyes, his eyes were clear and innocent...

There are some shameless.

When I went to see the child, I found that the eyes were normal, no different from the past.

He grabbed Tie Tou, whose eyes were also red, and asked what was going on, but Tie Tou faltered and couldn't explain clearly.

Seeing this, Han Cheng understood immediately, let go of the iron head, and smiled at these bad guys.

"no……"

Seeing Shenzi's expression, Tietou immediately knew what Shenzi was thinking, and hurriedly shook his hands to explain.

The little ghost, who seemed to know everything, smiled at him as "I understand", and then went straight back to the room with the toiletries, leaving the tongue-tied iron head messy on the spot.

Han Cheng really wronged Tietou and the others this time. They didn't sleep well last night. It did have something to do with what he was thinking, but it wasn't too big.

The biggest reason is that these people live in new houses and sleep on soft kangs, and they are too excited to sleep.

Tie Tou felt that it would be very worthless to say this in front of the Son of God, so he hesitated, and as a result, a huge pot fell on his head after he hesitated.

He looked at the already big belly like a flower, and then at Hei Wa not far away, who seemed to be in a good mood while shaking his legs while holding a willow branch to poke his teeth, and Hei Wa who had a baby next to him and whose belly had already shrunk. I feel that this pot is wronged.

Obviously Hei Wa and Zhuang... I didn't do anything, I just peeked at the person who came in the middle of the night...

As if feeling something, Hei Wa, who spit out a mouthful of mouthwash, also turned her head just in time.

Noticing that Tie Tou was looking at him, he showed a mean smile without thinking...

The weather is getting colder every day, and the leaves are falling more and more. The Qingque tribe is preparing to reclaim the wasteland for planting rapeseed. They have turned all over and planted rapeseed.

The first batch planted has already germinated, and some of the fast-growing ones have four leaves.

A little half of the land that was burnt and prepared for planting millet in the coming year has been reclaimed.

Today all the land reclamation work has stopped, and the main laborers in the tribe are going to pick fruit.

Although the Qingque tribe is not short of food now, the fruit still needs to be stored, and it is still very good as a dessert after a meal.

Nuts like pine nuts are best eaten as a snack.

Those who went to pick the fruit not only brought hook poles and tree heads, but also stone spears and thickened rattan shields.

When picking fruit in autumn for two consecutive years, I met the Tengshe tribe in the fruit forest. Last winter, the two tribes had such a life-and-death battle again, and it can be said that they have taken over the blood feud.

If we meet again in the future, it will be very difficult to be kind, and if there is a dispute, we will not throw away our weapons and fight with bare hands like before.

Therefore, we must be on guard, and we must bring enough weapons.

In the past, there were old people and children participating in the fruit picking, but this year there were none. They are not strong enough to resist danger.

At first, Shang didn't understand the seriousness of senior brother and the others.

Going out to pick fruit is just not hunting, so how can you be so cautious?

When he knew the reason for this, his previous thoughts disappeared immediately. He not only brought two stone spears and a rattan shield, but also put a small half of the tree head in each of the tree heads he carried. Stone bombs specially left by the house for easy throwing.

Chapter 650 The Blessed General who is drifting away (both fixed at [-] plus more)

The sun is diffused, the dead leaves are withered, and they make a slight sound when they fall on the ground, carrying a kind of quiet beauty of death.

"Come on!"

It has already stood on the branch waiting for you to pick it. The skin is hot and the fruit is full of honey, and it can't hold on any longer. Just a gust of wind blows by, and it trembles like an electric shock. Full of juice came out.

This strange voice broke the unique quiet beauty.

"Shasha, Shasha..."

The sound seemed to turn on a switch, and since then, there has been no peace in this forest.

As the rustling sound got closer and louder, a group of primitive people wrapped in fur, carrying picks and holding weapons appeared beside the orchard.

Seeing the fallen fruit all over the ground, the senior brother showed a look of pity in his eyes, followed by a kind of relaxation.

He didn't enter the large orchard in a hurry, but led people around the orchard, looking around vigilantly while turning.

After turning around in a circle, the elder brother was truly relaxed.

A great deal of fruit fell on the ground, and no newly broken branches were found, all of which showed that no one had visited this orchard before them.

"Pick!"

After confirming the safety, the senior brother gave an order, and everyone put down their weapons and acted quickly, starting to pick fruits.

Shang, the leader of the original pig tribe, tightly held a stone spear and a stone in his hand, and looked around with reddish eyes.

The elder brother noticed Shang's strangeness, walked over and patted Shang on the shoulder vigorously, and said, "We all remember!"

It took a long time for Shang to let out a sigh of reluctance, nodded vigorously to the senior brother in front of him, put down the stone spear and the stone, and started picking fruits with the others.