I am a primitive

Finding three spoons and a few small bowls, Han Cheng scooped up some red paint and some cyan paint, mixed the two together and stirred it, and then it turned into dark cyan.

I scooped up some yellow paint and put it in, and the cyan paint turned black again.

Even if Han Cheng knew in advance that the pigments of these colors would change color when they were mixed together, it was still very novel for him to actually do this with his own hands.

After tinkering for a while, after thinking about it, I found a small brush and several clean brushes of normal size.

Every time a paint is mixed, it is recorded on the paper which paint was used and how much of each paint was used.

Then use a clean pen to paint on the back to leave the color.

After coming here for a few years, Han Cheng has developed the habit of making records.

It's not that he loves to learn, but that if you don't keep records of many things, you won't be able to keep improving.

"God... Son of God..."

Han Cheng, who was concentrating on painting a color on the paper, suddenly heard such a sound behind him, which immediately made him tremble with fright.

When he turned his head to look, he saw Wu, who had been quietly standing behind Han Cheng for a while.

If you don't catch your mice, what are you doing here to scare people?How can you be so careless?

Han Cheng, who hadn't completely calmed down, complained about Wu in his heart.

Wu Ke didn't care how Han Cheng complained about him in his heart, but at this moment he was completely stunned by these three colors and the magical changes after they were mixed together.

"Son of God... this... this..."

Wu stretched out his finger to point at the paint bowl, with an agitated and incredulous expression on his face, he was speechless.

Seeing Wu's appearance, Han Cheng graciously forgave Wu for scaring him just now.

A kind of joy of 'bullying' the primitive people plus the old people rose to my heart in an instant, filling my whole chest.

"Well, this, it's just a small trick, it's not worth mentioning..."

Obviously, he was also very surprised by the changes in the paint that he hadn't seen much before, but at this moment, Han Cheng was very stinky and shameless, pretending to be calm and breezy.

It seems that these things are really not worth mentioning.

The upright Wu Zhen was really taken aback by Han Cheng's calm and breezy appearance. In his opinion, this thing was already very miraculous, but the son of God actually said it was just a trivial matter?

With a little comparison like this, the huge gap was immediately revealed, and the worship of the Son of God in my heart suddenly turned into a torrent of water...

The stinky Han Dashenzi greatly satisfied his vanity through the reaction of the witch, and then stopped 'bullying' the elderly.

He handed the spoon to Wu, and he commanded remotely, letting the novelty Wu do these things instead of him.

Water of different colors can turn into another color after being mixed together. Wu was amazed by this miraculous transformation.

So, after a lot of tossing, when Han Cheng remembered the business, the three pigments of red, yellow and blue had been wiped clean.

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On the long table in the big brick house, Han Cheng sat in front of him, holding a charcoal pencil in his hand, and gesturing with a ruler in the other hand, drawing very carefully little by little.

This is not the first time Han Cheng has painted, but it is the most serious one he has done.

With the increase of the tribe's population and the corresponding increase in work, compared to the increasingly busy Qingque tribe, Han Cheng, the leader of the Qingque tribe, seems to be more idle than before.

Because after several years, the people in the tribe have learned a lot of things, and many people can do it well without him doing it himself.

Just like the current spring plowing, what Han Cheng does the most is to emphasize the importance of spring plowing to everyone, and then set a goal for everyone, where to cultivate. After these general directions are set, he can be a hands-off shopkeeper with peace of mind. .

This is also the main reason why he can lock himself in the room and paint with peace of mind during this season.

In the room, there was silence, only the sound of the charcoal pen in Han Cheng's hand scratching across the paper.

In the courtyard, Wu, who was lying in front of the crack of the door and looking into the house, waiting for the mouse to fall into the trap, rushed in. These days, he was always a little absent-minded. After a while, he would turn his head and look at the big tiled house with two blue bricks. Eye.

I got some stones that Mapi was pounding there, and after pounding for a while, I would stop and look at the big tiled house with blue bricks.

It's a pity that the distance is a bit far, and the doors and windows of the big brick house are closed, so you can't see the scene inside.

And this time was different from the previous ones. After the Son of God brought paper, ink, and paints into the room, he confessed that he would not let anyone in to disturb him.

So they can only look inside from time to time.

This made a few people who were used to watching Shenzi make new things quite itchy.

Especially when thinking of the miraculous colors that Shenzi used those paints for a few days, Wu, Shitou and the others felt like there was a kitten in their hearts, constantly flapping their fluffy tails.

In the field, the senior brother and others were working hard to turn the land, and the deer pulled the plow and walked in the field, digging out a piece of moist soil.

The busy labor and the yearning and desire for food prevented everyone in the tribe from thinking too much about the expansion of the tribe.

Moreover, since it was mentioned once, Shenzi never mentioned this matter again, perhaps Shenzi also forgot at this time.

I live a busy and fulfilling life day by day. It seems that nothing has changed. When I suddenly look back, I find that things have changed a lot.

Unknowingly, the grass got out of the ground, and the willows spit out buds.

Looking from a distance, there is some tender green in the withered yellow.

The apricot and peach blossoms haven't bloomed yet, so the swallows returning from the south haven't come back either.

However, Maodong's bear hid in the tree hole, got out of it, dragged his hungry and thin body, and walked in the forest, trying to find enough food to comfort his rumbling stomach, and by the way The fat is replenished.

During this period of time, during the day, Han Cheng spent most of his time writing and drawing in the big tiled house of blue bricks, concentrating on making the planning map of the Qingque tribe.

A few wisps of warm spring breeze blew past, and some light ink-colored clouds floated in. The whole sky looked as if someone had smeared it with a brush dipped in ink.

The weather here is a bit like the temper of primitive people, and even the spring rains are relatively straightforward.

It didn't take long for the wind and clouds to surge, and a spring rain had already fallen.

In the past, people in the tribe didn't like rain very much, because once heavy rain fell, it meant that there was no way to hunt or gather food.

But now it is different. They have gradually become accustomed to farming, and they welcome the seasonal rain very much.

When the spring rain falls, people who have been busy for a while have legitimate reasons to take a break.

In the green brick and tile house, Han Cheng opened the window and watched the raindrops falling outside, staining the last bit of color.

The rain was gurgling outside the window, looking at the painting on the table that took more than half a month to complete, Han Cheng, whose heart was peaceful, had a smile on his lips.