I am a primitive

Hugging the picked-up daughter-in-law and feeling the movement of the offspring, Han Cheng was full of longing.

After the thunder and lightning made enough momentum, the rain finally fell.

Bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, leaving behind wet marks. On the roof, there were a series of noises.

The bean-sized raindrops quickly turned into a white rain curtain, and the bamboo clump outside the window became greener in the rain, and the large bamboo leaves wrapped on some bamboo shoots fell silently in the rain.

Some mist floated in along the open window.

After the heavy rain fell, the heat subsided, and the whole world immediately became cooler.

Han Cheng got up gently, went to the window to cover it, then lay back on the kang, hugged Bai Xuemei, and listened to the sound of rain in the dimly lit room, which was very comfortable.

After a while, the sound of the rain gradually subsided, and the thunder disappeared. The torrential rain turned into normal rain, and someone's voice came into the house through the rain curtain.

From those words, Han Cheng knew that it was the elder brother who worked hard to manage the house, and led the laborers from the tribe, wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat and carrying tools to check the water conditions in the fields.

Han Cheng lay here quietly, and finally fell asleep in the sound of the rain.

When he woke up, he only felt refreshed. He hadn't slept in such a way that he completely relaxed his body and mind for a long time.

It was still dark outside, and I didn't know what time it was.

Bai Xuemei curled up beside him like a kitten, with her big belly resting on the kang, she stared quietly at Han Cheng with eyes that Han Cheng thought were beautiful, for an unknown amount of time.

Seeing Han Cheng wake up, he smiled sweetly at Han Cheng...

He was a little hungry, but Han Cheng lay on the kang without moving. At this moment, he had an urge to stop time and make this moment last forever...

Under the same sky, different people live and different stories happen.

Because of individual differences, different people often have different feelings about the same thing.

For example, on this rainy day, what Han Cheng felt was tranquility and peace of mind, while some people felt irritable.

Some irritable emotions appeared in a room in the small slave courtyard to the east, and soon they could not be suppressed and began to erupt.

Thus, turmoil occurred.

Quarreling is not the strong point of primitive people, especially when the mandarin is not well mastered, and the original language is fragmented and fragmented.

So, after a few words of dispute, this quarrel developed into a fist fight.

Two men in furs started fighting in the room in the small courtyard.

One of the people with long legs kept attacking the other guy like crazy.

And the person who fought with him was a person whose body looked much stronger than his long legs.

However, at this time, he was not an opponent with long legs, and within a short time, he was hit by long legs several times.

The hard nails on the long legs left several streaks of blood on another person's body.

After a brief fight, the man who looked stronger started to flee.

The space in the room was too small, obviously not conducive to escaping, so after turning around twice, the man fled out of the room, chasing after him with long legs.

In terms of speed, this man was obviously not the long-legged opponent who used to lead the rhinoceros to run freely with the grass. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he was thrown to the ground by the long-legged following in the panic shouting.

The two fighters, with little clothes left on their bodies, got entangled in the rain, and were covered in muddy water after three slaps.

However, he didn't intend to stop. After rolling for a while, the long legs that pressed the man under him were panting heavily, shouting indiscriminately, and kept hitting the man under him with his head. It seemed that he wanted to kill him before giving up.

The movement here quickly attracted enough attention in the small slave yard. Many people walked out of the room or squeezed in the door and window, pointing at the two fighting.

The people in the sentry post on the wall of the Qingque Tribe also noticed the sudden situation, shouted a few times, and after seeing that the two entangled people did not seem to separate in the slightest, they rang the warning signal without hesitation. the clapper...

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The sound of clappers in the rain and the scolding of people finally brought the long legs that had fallen into madness back to their senses.

Panting again, he hit the person under him before standing up from him.

Then he walked to the side and squatted on the ground, pulled the empty rope around his neck with his big muddy hands, and began to cry.

The one who was beaten didn't cry, but the one who beat someone started crying first, which is really strange

The one who was beaten also got up from the ground panting, a little shocked, grinning his teeth and feeling the pain from his body, while looking at the people who came out from the wall and the gate with some fear. .

The big brother and others in the field also rushed here quickly with farm tools...

In the room, Han Cheng, who was feeling the tranquility there, was startled by the sudden sound of the siren, and the tranquil and leisurely atmosphere disappeared all of a sudden.

"Damn, what's the matter?"

Depressed after being disturbed, Han Dashenzi got up quickly and cursed angrily.

"Slaves fighting?"

Putting on the bamboo hat and leaving the room, someone came to report the situation.

After hearing the news, Han Cheng repeated a sentence in surprise.

This is really a bit strange. Ever since these people from the original Soaring Snake tribe surrendered, basically nothing like this has happened. Why did they fight at such a time today?

While Han Cheng was a little surprised, he also breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a fight, not just a slave revolt.

Thinking of this in his heart, he quickened his steps, and followed the man to the small courtyard of slaves outside the courtyard.

When Han Cheng passed by, the two had already separated.

The only people who entered were two naked and muddy guys.

One of them was still crying unceasingly, and the tears rushed out two marks under the eyes.

Han Cheng looked at another guy with a strong body beside him, and frowned involuntarily.

This guy was ruthless enough to beat an adult male primitive, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down.

It can be seen how dark he is.

The guy who was beaten didn't know what Han Cheng was thinking. If he knew, he would be full of grievances. He was the one who was beaten, okay...

"what happened?"

Han Cheng scanned the two mud monkey-like people for a while, and asked.