I am a primitive

Although it is basically determined that the evil tribe that suffered a great loss under his own tribe will not come to this orchard again, the senior brother still did not take it too lightly, and after collecting enough fruits, everyone went to the tribe together. Delivery, try not to disperse.

With the appearance of hook poles and pole heads, it is more convenient and quicker to transport fruits than the clay pots with ropes and poles used last year.

Even if this method is adopted, the efficiency is far higher than that of wrapping packs of animal skins and transporting them to the tribe at the beginning.

"when!"

A stone hit the tree trunk, bounced up, and rolled into the withered grass beside it. A wild beast that couldn't see clearly was frightened, and ran into the grass with a sound. The grass shook for a while, and there was no lost track...

"Run fast!"

The second senior brother with the burden beside him looked at the grass waves that went away and finally returned to calm, said aloud, retracted his left hand that was holding a stone as if he was about to smash it, and then carried on carrying the burden.

In his head full of fruit, besides the full fruit, there are several small prey, one of which has a big tail, it is a squirrel that likes to bury things in the ground.

The people in the tribe seemed a little excited, because they saw a lot of prey along the way, much more than when they often hunted before.

It seems that the rabbit cover made by the Son of God can be placed farther away from the tribe.

It can be foreseen that it must be another bumper harvest!

It is really strange to say that this matter is really strange. When the tribe was short of food and clothing, these prey did not know where to hide. Now that the life in the tribe is better and the food is sufficient, these guys all ran out.

The elder brother and the others walked back while picking the fruit, while talking about the doubts in their hearts from time to time, they vaguely wanted to come up with a cognition that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

Han Cheng saw the small prey that the big brother and the others caught on the way back and forth from the fruit picking, and heard their doubts about this abnormal phenomenon, so he couldn't help smiling.

In the past two years, the Qingque Tribe has devoted themselves to construction, and basically rarely went out to hunt. Without such a large group of predators, the number of them who have the opportunity to reproduce will naturally increase in large numbers.

In particular, the number of several animals that the Qingque tribe used to capture was growing faster.

This is also good, after the time is free, go hunting again, and you will be able to gain a lot.

The orchard is not too far from the Qingque Tribe, and now the manpower for picking fruit has increased by nearly half, coupled with the improvement of transportation means, within a few days, a lot of fruit has been piled up in the caves and caves.

Han Cheng climbed up the high low wall along the ladder, stood on it and looked at the forest in the distance, which looked thinner and brighter after the dead leaves withered, and felt that it was necessary for him to go out.

Not for an autumn outing, but for a mulberry tree.

As for silkworms, even though the softer fur covered them after tanning, and the obsession with making silk underpants was much smaller, Han Cheng still did not forget.

Because it really is a baby.

As a Chinese, now that I have come to this time, if possible, I will naturally get the silkworms out.

Bare trees, yellow fallen leaves all over the ground, struggling grass that is unwilling to die... fully demonstrated the power of the autumn wind.

It was a withered and yellow scene, and the desolate scene made people feel depressed.

Fu Jiang is much more poetic than his master who is wearing animal skins and holding a stick in his hand while walking and whipping. At least he feels this loneliness.

In the past, it liked to have fun and run wildly as soon as it came out of the tribe, but now it walks on this withered and yellow land, looking very melancholy.

Han Cheng, who was only thinking about silkworms, didn't notice Fu Jiang's sudden change of character, and just walked forward with a basket and a stick.

Even Han Cheng, the person closest to Fu Jiang, didn't find it unusual, and those who followed and paid attention to the movements around him couldn't find its melancholy.

Han Cheng always thought that his attack was ruthless enough, but now compared with Qiu Feng, it is really nothing.

At least those captive pheasants in the tribe can still leave some feathers to hide their shame after passing through Han Cheng's hands, but the mulberry trees in front of them have been stripped by the autumn wind...

Looking up at the bare tree branch, Han Cheng searched it inch by inch.

The rest of the people were ordered by the Son of God, and they all raised their heads to look for something that they didn't know the exact shape of.

Fu Jiang also stood under the tree, raised his eyes that were not very useful, and looked up with his master, looking melancholy at the fragmented sky divided by the bare tree branches.

A gust of wind blew, and the melancholy Fu's eyes lit up in an anthropomorphic way, as if he suddenly regained his energy.

It turned its head sideways, stood in the direction of the wind, and moved its nostrils.

After a short while like this, he took a step and walked over there.

After walking for a while, I looked back at the one who was still looking up to the sky and sighing, but didn't notice its owner. It stood there for a while, as if hesitating, but finally headed towards the direction the wind was blowing. Far away, covered by bushes and woods, completely disappeared...

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Han Cheng still raised his neck and searched the branches inch by inch. He raised his head for a long time, which made his neck a little stiff and his head dizzy.

Should the matter of raising silkworms be pushed back?

This is not a big mulberry forest, with a total of 28 mulberry trees whose roots are larger than the mouth of the bowl. He has already looked at it for more than half, but still did not find a trace of silkworm cocoons.

He lowered his head and moved his stiff neck, thinking with some disappointment in his heart.

Why is Fu Jiang missing?

He looked around, but he didn't see Fu Jiang's shadow, thinking with some doubts in his heart, he was about to call out twice.

"Son of God! Look!"

Mu Mu's surprise sound suddenly sounded at this moment, and Han Cheng followed the prestige, and under a mulberry tree with the thickness of a bowl, Mu Mu pointed to the sky with one hand, and his face was full of surprise.

This guy, Fu Jiang, loves to run wildly after he comes out, and it's not like he didn't have the experience of disappearing before, and he would come back by himself every time he ran for a while.

With such a precedent, Han Cheng didn't think too much about it this time. Seeing Mu Mu's appearance, he knew that the matter of the silkworms had a result in all likelihood.

Immediately, he hurried to Mu Mu's place, and he directly forgot about calling the blessing general.

"Look."

Wood pointed to a place above and spoke again.

Han Cheng looked in the direction he pointed, and searched for a while before seeing a small thing hanging on a branch.

It's not big, probably not as thick as his little finger, and has the shape of an oval stick.

I don't know if it has been hung on the branch for a long time, and the skin is dark brown because of the wind and sun.

As the wind blows, it is still swaying, very much like a hanged ghost who is not dead.

Han Chengyixi, there should be no mistake, this is the thing!

At the moment, there is no need for others to do it. He hugged the tree by himself, climbed up slowly, climbed the branch and pulled the mulberry branch with the 'hanging ghost' hanging on it, and broke it with his hands.

When I pulled up the branch, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were two hanging silkworm cocoons next to each other on the end of the branch.

Before getting off the tree, he put the branch with the cocoon in front of his eyes, and looked at it impatiently.