I am a primitive

"After I go back, I'll have someone send you another batch of supplies! I'll send you more gunpowder weapons, and whoever dares to come here to make trouble, use gunpowder weapons to blow them up!"

Han Cheng rode his horse and walked forward for a while, then stopped the horse suddenly, turned his head and shouted at Han Youliang and other people from the Qingque tribe who were still standing there.

"Blow up their bastards!"

Han Youliang and the others clenched their fists excitedly and responded loudly to Han Cheng.

Confidence, cohesion, and atmosphere all of a sudden became different following Han Cheng's words.

Only then did Han Cheng turn around and continue riding to the east.

The Qingque flag was fluttering in the wind, and after a while, the group of people completely disappeared in front of Han Youliang and the others.

Shenzi and the others were no longer visible in front of him, only rows of horseshoe marks left on the grass.

Standing here, Han Youliang and the others looked at all this, and couldn't help but feel empty and uncomfortable...

"Okay, let's work quickly, let's work hard here, we must build this place well! Raise a lot of cattle, sheep and horses! Feed all these things to a fat man!"

After a while like this, Han Youliang gave instructions to everyone present.

Following his instructions, everyone started to act one after another, busy with the things they had arranged before...

The sky became extraordinarily high, the sky was blue and blue, and there were not many clouds to be seen. There was only a round of red sun hanging high in the sky, pouring down the warm sunlight.

From time to time, birds fluttered across the sky, adding vitality and color to this somewhat monotonous space.

The sunshine in autumn, without the scorching heat of summer, becomes softer, and when it falls on people, it is very warm and comfortable.

If you don't see the red or yellow leaves, it's easy to give people the illusion that it's the warm spring season.

The ears of rice planted in the paddy fields have matured, absorbed a lot of sunlight, and dyed them with some sunlight colors, sinking.

Because of their frequent work, the people of Jinguancheng, the Qingque tribe, who were also sun-tanned, have already cut off the heavy ears of rice one by one in the paddy fields with baskets on their shoulders, and have been working on it for a year. The most gratifying achievement of all.

It was at such a moment that Han Cheng and his party came back from the grassland all the way, passed through Sanxingdui residential area, Tieshan residential area, and arrived at Jinguan City. They set off from Jinguan City again and headed towards the north. The Qinling Mountains marched.

That night, a group of people had already arrived at the edge of the mountain, had a rest at night, got up the next day, and entered the mountain after walking for a long time...

There are still a lot of monkeys in the mountains, and they are still as ignorant as before.

When seeing Han Cheng and other Qingque tribesmen coming and going, they would still shake the branches, squeak, and demonstrate.

Moreover, these guys are still as easy to deceive as ever. Han Cheng and others picked up the stone and threw it at the monkey on the fruit tree with many oranges on the cliff, and then these guys would pick off one by one. The very attractive orange counterattacked Han Cheng and the others.

They didn't know how many times they had used this method, but it was still tried and tested to deal with these monkeys...

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After a battle between humans and monkeys, a large layer of high-quality oranges fell in front of Han Cheng and the others, which were big, round, and full of water.

Under the leadership of Han Cheng, the unscrupulous son of God, the people of the Qingque Tribe have already mastered the driving of these monkeys, as free labor, to pick the very bright sunlight on the cliffs, but they are not easy to pick. Orange's skills have become very proficient.

In the past, they threw directly at these monkeys, but now they use fur, hay and other things to pave the area in this area to make it soft, and then they start to pick up stones, and then start to pick up stones on the cliff. Monkeys on the board go throwing, provoking.

With these things as a buffer, a large part of the oranges dropped by the monkeys were completely preserved.

Waste is largely avoided.

Seeing that there are already a lot of oranges on the ground, the group of monkeys on the cliff are also a little tired.

So Han Cheng and the others ended the battle between humans and monkeys, and began to pick up these oranges from the ground and put them into baskets.

When loading, a selection was made.

Those good-looking, whole oranges were packed in baskets and shipped back.

Those oranges that were splashed and disfigured were put away separately.

Except for those that were too rotten to eat, the rest were packed away.

These are just a little bit or half of the oranges that have been broken, and they have edible value, but they are not durable for storage.

It's a pity to lose it.

People in the Qingque tribe don't pick what they eat.

Such a fruit is still a very good fruit in their eyes.

When walking on the road, I still eat happily.

It's just that sometimes, it's necessary to ignore the sour grinning of some people.

Oranges are a very attractive fruit. Many people in the tribe have suffered from oranges in the past.

When facing the oranges, I kept thinking in my heart that I must eat less, lest my teeth be sour again.

As a result, when I really ate it, I couldn't control my mouth. I took the oranges and sent them to my mouth petal by petal. I couldn't stop at the beginning.

When I was eating, I would keep comforting myself in my heart—is it not this orange? Is the tooth sour caused by an orange? There should be no problem eating this one...

And then...the teeth are unlucky again? I am sour and dare not use force.

So that later, when I saw the rest of the people eating barbecue? Or some other delicious food? These people whose teeth are not resistant to acid and can't help eating too many oranges can only hold tears, tearful Looking at others eating there, I can only drink a little hot soup to satisfy my hunger...

But those who have good teeth? They deliberately eat delicious food when they eat.

As if what I ate was the most peerless delicacy in the world? I kept getting jealous in front of these people, and itched the roots of my teeth when they showed them, but there was nothing I could do but drink the soup all the time, so as to get rid of it. To vent my anger.

Looking at such a scene, Han Cheng couldn't help but find it very amusing.

Of course he thought it was amused, because this barbecue-based meal? It was suggested by him, the unscrupulous son of God.

It can be said that there is such a son of God at the booth? Those people in the Qingque tribe are also very tired...

Things like oranges? Before Han Cheng? Although people in the tribe? tried to plant them in the main tribe in the north, etc., but they have not been successful.

The ending of Nanju Beizhi has not been broken yet.

Originally very delicious and delicious oranges, many of them did not survive after they were planted in the north.

Those trees that came back to life produced small and ugly fruits, which looked similar to the Tie Li Zhai fruits in the tribe, and tasted bitter.

That's why Han Cheng tricked the monkey here to get so many oranges by fighting the monkey.

On the one hand, I waited for others to eat some on the road, and on the other hand, I wanted to bring these oranges to the north, so that people in the northern tribes could also taste them.