I am a primitive

Han Cheng is not a general now, so naturally he can't use three shots to make a strong move. For him, one or two shots is enough.

If it's really for the Three Sounds of Cannon, I'm afraid I won't have to leave tomorrow.

Zhuang Xing's voice was a little too loud, and soon there was another sound in the quiet night-the cry of a child.

"Damn it! You kid is just trying to fight against me!"

Han Cheng waited for a while and saw that Little Peas not only did not stop crying, but cried even more fiercely, so he had no choice but to stop, wiped the sweat from his head, cursed bitterly, let go and shrank into a small The group's Bai Xuemei...

The next morning, the members of the Qingque Tribe got up early, and members of the trade team headed by Shang and Mao brought the deer out, and put all the things they had packed in the past two days on the deer. body.

The rest of the people are basically up, some are doing something, some people are around the people who are about to go out, talking a word or two from time to time.

The people gathered in the courtyard, while lowering their voices to talk, made the same movement from time to time, that is, looked towards the door where the Son of God lived.

"Squeak~"

The closed wooden door was opened from the inside, and the spirited Son of God appeared from inside.

Everyone who heard the movement raised their heads and looked towards the door. Rao Han Cheng had already made some psychological preparations before he came out, so he was still a little ashamed at the moment.

Fortunately, his face has been cultivated over the years, and now he is forced to calmly meet everyone's gaze and walk steadily step by step.

"What are you doing here? Just do whatever you need to do."

Han Cheng used this to hide his embarrassment.

After finishing speaking, I took advantage of the opportunity to wash and eat.

Damn, giving birth to a child is really for cheating father!

Han Cheng, who avoided everyone's eyes, cursed angrily in his heart while washing his face with cold water.

The kid didn't know what's wrong with him last night, he started crying when it came to a critical moment, and it was so loud that he needed to be coaxed for a long time.

As a result, things that could have been completed in a short period of time have been dragged on until the middle of the night, and they haven't fully enjoyed themselves, they just ended hastily.

That's all, after getting up tired, he still has to meet the strange eyes of the whole tribe.

It's fine if you really do something, the key is that things are different from everyone's imagination, and there is no way to explain this thing.

The dumb is at a disadvantage, let alone the depression in Han Cheng's heart.

Fortunately, this is his own son. If it was someone else, he would have been thrown out of the house by Han Cheng through the window last night.

"set off!"

After hastily washing and eating, Han Cheng cheered up and yelled. He left the tribe with his people and started heading towards Tongshan where the Tengshe tribe was.

After walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at Bai Xuemei, who was standing not far away, holding Little Pea in her arms. Although she really wanted to beat up the cheating little guy, but she was still a little bit reluctant to leave at this time.

Han Cheng resisted the urge to go back and hug this brat again, shook his hand at their mother and son and the older Wu not far away, turned around and continued walking towards the distance.

That's the way it is sometimes, things don't always have the best of both worlds.

Even if he wanted to stay with his parents, wife and children, and stay with them forever and have a family reunion, due to the reality, he could only harden his heart and head back to an extremely distant place.

Because staying at home, there is no way to support the family...

Han Cheng's current situation is nothing compared to the many people who left home to work in distant places in later generations. Even though he is so sad in his heart, the later generations who work thousands of miles or thousands of miles away only have a few days during the Chinese New Year. For those who can only stay at home to reunite with their families, let alone how they feel in their hearts.

(Chapter 2 is delivered, it’s a little late, sorry, Chapter 3 will start coding soon, and it should be out before twelve o’clock, book friends, go to bed early, wake up tomorrow morning to read)

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Copper Mountain, which is sunny after the rain, looks unique.

Many snowflake-sized patinas became clearer, covering the rocks, looking extremely magnificent.

Nearly [-] members of the Qingque tribe are distributed in and around Tongshan Mountain, carrying wooden sticks or octagonal hammers made of thick copper in their hands, separating the grass from time to time, or hitting on some stones Two hammers.

The people from the Qingque tribe have been here for six days. Because they brought a hammer made of thick copper this time, they can mine copper ore much faster, at least faster than the first post-mining.

Sure enough, it is still "original soup into original food", sometimes it is very necessary to cook beans and burn Osmunda.

After several months of smelting, the copper ore brought back has been used for seven or eight times. Although the method is rough, a lot of crude copper has been obtained.

This time he came to Tongshan, Han Cheng's biggest purpose was to find tin ore, but the acquisition of copper ore was also essential.

So after arriving here, after concentrating on mining enough copper ore for this transportation, Han Cheng made people go all out to find tin ore near here.

Holding a stick in his long-legged hand, he kept fiddled with the grass here, and lifted the dead branches and leaves covering the ground to see if there were any unusual stones here.

After rummaging through the long legs for a while, I looked up at the people around me who were doing the same thing. I was already in a good mood, but it became even better.

Among the people who came this time, only he was a slave, and the rest were citizens of the tribe.

At this time, the citizens of the tribe were doing the same thing as him.

It made Longlegs feel so close to the citizens of the tribe.

It's not just because of these things that he feels this way.

Many things that happened on the way here this time are conveying this news to him.

For example, according to the regulations in the tribe, he can only eat food twice a day, but this time it is different.

When sharing food at noon, the revered Son of God would ask someone to give him some. Although it was not much, and the quality was not as good as other people's, he was still very moved.

When going to bed at night, although he still slept in the place farthest from the fire, it was not as far away as before, and he could sleep next to other people in the tribe...

The long legs took out the lucky charm covered under the clothes again, and held it in his hand, full of piety.

This lucky charm was made by finding a more beautiful piece of malachite after the Qingque tribe discovered a large amount of malachite.

Long Legs is now more devout about the lucky charm, because he feels that the reason why he is luckier than the rest of the slaves is because of the lucky charm.

After doing this for a while, he carefully put the lucky charm into his clothes, sticking to the meat, and continued to search here with a stick.

"Wow wow..."

The stick passed through, and the not so dense grass was pushed away, and some dots and dazzling lights appeared in front of the long legs.

This sudden change frightened him, holding the stick, and immediately took a few steps back, looking there with vigilance and fear.

After a while, seeing no abnormal changes, he tentatively took a few steps forward and stretched out his stick to poke the grass.