Ten thousand years of prehistory of elves

He Chen didn't expect Zi to dawdle so much!

He waited all morning and noon and didn't come!

"You won't pigeon me?"

He Chen's tone was relaxed, but his expression was solemn.

Although he and Zi had agreed to merge, such verbal words, in this era without integrity and virtue, were almost as effective as farting.

It’s possible that Zi Lai doesn’t want to merge, it’s possible that the leader of the Yellow Chong Tribe, Jiao Jiao, doesn’t agree to the merger, or it’s possible that the members of the Yellow Chong Tribe’s hunting team don’t agree to the merger…

The more He Chen thought about it, the worse he felt.

You know, the Yellow Chong Tribe doesn’t have a sea-fixing needle like Grandpa Baidie. Who knows if Zi has that persuasiveness and courage.

Fortunately, he was relieved that he finally saw Zi and the person Zi brought.

Also accompanying Suicune and Eda.

It seems that they met and came together.

Seeing Zhi and Zi talking and laughing, He Chen couldn't help but admire his big heart.

But with Suicune by his side, there's really nothing to worry about.

Seeing them walking all the way, He Chen hurriedly went down the mountain to meet them, and opened the gate of the fence.

There were more than twenty people in a mess, and they also brought some unicorn bugs, iron-shelled insects and the like.

For those with families, some women are still breastfeeding their children without any cover.

However, He Chen didn't care about this. Instead, he walked up to him with a smile on his face and said loudly:

"Uncles and aunts, thank you for coming all the way!"

The group of people stood there for a moment.

It was also the first time they had seen such a situation.

"Don't be dazed, go in quickly! I have someone prepare rose honey for everyone to taste!"

He Chen made a gesture of invitation, and then yelled towards the mountain: "Aunt Hua, bring down that wooden box filled with water!"

He found some roses before and tinkered with some rose honey.

The taste is strange to He Chen, a bit bitter, but also a bit sweet, the key point is the aroma of roses.

The rest of the tribe loved it so much that they drank a lot last night.

I just took it out today to entertain the new arrivals.

It's enough to be a little favor when you meet for the first time, otherwise it's not good if you become a grandpa after being raised.

"Come on, Morning Witch!"

Hua used her strong arms to carry a wooden box down, and the wooden box contained light red water.

"Uncles, aunts, drink slowly, wait for me when you're done, I have other arrangements."

He Chen was full of laughter.

Everyone was a little overwhelmed and didn't move.

But Zi posted it directly, and sucked heavily at He Chen.

He Chen's eyes twitched.

After taking a few puffs, a hint of intoxication flashed across Zi Dai's cute face, and then he waved to the people from the Yellow Chong tribe: "Go and drink!"

Those people came forward, took the wooden bowl from the flower, and drank heavily.

Surprised after drinking it.

After all, this unique flavor was rare in prehistory.

People from the Yellow Worm Tribe came in to drink, while He Chen walked towards Shui Jun.

"Shui Jun!" He Chen said respectfully.

Suicune still looked aloof, but a black shadow jumped over from Suicune's back.

"Quacking frog!" He Chen was overjoyed and hugged the croaking frog.

"Quack!"

The croaking frog rubbed against He Chen affectionately.

"Are you a morning witch now?" Shuijun's voice was cold.

"Yes, Suicune, I need your help!" He Chen roughly told Suicune about his plan to subdue the whole people and integrate the two tribes.

"We're going to mate!"

Zi interjected from the side.

He Chen was helpless.

What is this feeling of being married off...

Suicune looked at the purple witch and said in a gentle voice: "The purple witch wants to mate, of course that's allowed."

Boss, don't make decisions for me without authorization!

Shui Jun's eyes turned to He Chen again: "Do you know the spirit witch?"

He Chen nodded.

"Don't embarrass her." Shui Jun said, "I'll wait for you at the elder's place."

After speaking, he jumped to the top of the mountain after a few vertical leaps.

He Chen watched Shuijun jump into the cave, then turned to look at Zhi: "Uncle Zhi, why are you here so slow..."

The tone was somewhat complaining.

He sent Zhi to find Suicune early in the morning, but who knew it would be so late.

Zhi scratched his head embarrassingly: "I went to find Suicune, and Suicune said that he had sensed the purple witch, so he asked me to wait, and then we came together."

He Chen suddenly understood.

"Suck~"

Zi hugged He Chen and sucked fiercely, and even wanted to lick him.

"Stop it, stop it! Zi Wu, I'll take you to see the new residence of your Huang Chong tribe members!" He Chen's scalp was numb, and he always felt like Zi wanted to eat him.

There is no other meaning, just the most simple eating and chewing kind.

Several people walked inside together.

Those people are still drinking rose honey, that is, rose water, and they are full of praise, obviously they have never drunk this novel drink.

And while drinking, he also praised the intelligence of the Green Worm tribe, especially the little boy Chen Wu.

"In the future, we will build a big milk pot ranch and make rose milk tea, and see if you natives can stand it."

He Chen was amused.

Milk tea is a drink of mass destruction, tsk tsk.

Walking to a wooden house under construction, He Chen pointed and said, "These wooden houses are all for you to live in."

"but……"

Zi looked dumbfounded.

"However, there is a price." He Chen smiled.

Just kidding, if someone doesn't hoe the fields, water them, or look for firewood, how can they just let you live in them after they build a house for you?

"What price?" Zi tilted her head.

"Contribute." He Chen smiled.

"Contribution points?"

Not only Zi, but Zhi and Di also looked confused.

"You will know later." He Chen smiled.

This is what he thought of while waiting this morning.

That's currency!

I don't know why here, there is nothing that can be used as currency at all, but He Chen thought of a way.

That's recording and lettering!

Primitives didn't have writing at all, so he could ask Mao and the others to make some small wooden strips and engrave some characters on them, such as "Chi, 10", which means Chi has ten contribution points today.

Sending the stick to the corresponding person means that he has contributed ten points to the tribe, and the corresponding ten points can be exchanged for a piece of meat.

A rough monetary system can be set up! And He Chen is the central processing unit.

He himself would record the number of currencies distributed so that no one would imitate them, and no one knew what the Chinese characters meant, but Arabic numerals could be easily taught to everyone.

The most important thing is that there will be a surplus of elf prey hunted now, and with the birth of wooden houses and currency, private ownership will also take shape.

With private ownership, productivity will be greatly developed, and it will be easier for He Chen to control the development direction of the tribe.

For example, chopping wood, farming, hunting, and handicrafts can all have contribution points, but in the current period of time, hunting and farming will be put in the first place.

In this way, He Chen can increase the contribution points of farming and hunting, and make everyone more interested in farming and hunting, because the contribution points of farming and hunting are better, and you can buy more things.

And in the future, the hunting mode will definitely be replaced, because no matter how many prey there are, it will not meet the needs of the entire tribe, so farming may have a lot of contribution points, so that the tribesmen will turn the "employment trend" towards farming. land.

This will be more conducive to He Chen's control over the tribe.

"Chen, I'm going to look at the stone."

At this time, Zi suddenly spoke.

He Chen and Zhi looked at each other.

"Okay." He Chen nodded: "But you have to be more careful later and respect Grandpa Baidie of our tribe."

Violet nodded slightly.

"Quacking Bubble Frog, go and play with the big murderer."

He Chen twisted his neck.

Xiaobai was getting heavier and heavier, and He Chen always felt like he was running with a heavy load.

And the croaking frog also came to stay on his shoulder as soon as they met.

This is still Xiaobai training with Di, if Xiaobai and Quacking Bubble Frog go together...

Mother.

If things go on like this, He Chen feels that he will definitely suffer from frozen shoulder, cervical spondylosis and lumbar disc herniation at a young age.

"Quack quack."

The croaking frog agreed, and then went to the pond.