My Private Planet

　　 solved the communication barriers, everything became simple.

　　Pour pure water into the pot, add rice to the water, and put it on the stove...

　　 Wang Yan pointed his hand to the tribal chief to complete the steps of cooking porridge.

　　 Of course, we have to cook porridge. Isn’t the ancient government's great benevolent's method of coping with famine?

　　 The ingredients are simple and the preparation method is easy. There is nothing more suitable for the hungry group than cooking porridge.

　　 The most crucial point, Wang Yan's assets cannot support those primitive people! After all, he is still just a poor god, on earth, his assets and social status are similar to primitive people!

　　 Primitives are in a period of rapid brain power evolution, and they are not as stupid as Wang Yan imagined. They learn things very quickly. The reason why they appear to be clumsy is nothing but language barriers and lack of knowledge.

　　 The process of waiting for the water to boil.

　　 Wang Yan asked: "Patriarch, what is your name?"

　　 "Back to the great God of Light, my name is ￥%%&." A slurred pronunciation came from the patriarch's mouth, "It means the stone on the mountain."

"..." Wang Yan opened his mouth and tried to repeat the patriarch's name, but his tongue seemed to be knotted. He couldn't say a word in a daze. He glanced at the patriarch and said, "Caesar, from now on, your name It's called Caesar."

　　 "Caesar?" The patriarch looked at Wang Yan and repeated.

　　 "Yes, Caesar, having this name means that you own the entire continent." Wang Yan explained solemnly.

　　 "Thanks to the great Guangming God for giving the name." God's explanation made the patriarch happy, not to mention that the name was bestowed by God.

　　The new name is obviously much better than the stone on the mountain. No leader does not yearn for power.

　　 The patriarch turned around and announced his new name to the entire tribe.

　　 Kaiser pronounced in Chinese!

　　 "Caesar! Caesar!"

　　 Everyone cheered, as if foreigners were speaking Chinese, and the weird and grotesque tones resounded throughout the cave.

Although the pronunciation of 　　 is not standard, it does not affect their celebration.

　　 The single-celled primitive man is indeed a group of easily satisfying creatures.

　　 Wang Yan smiled, the great emperor of the Roman Empire was brought to another world by him, and he placed it on the head of a primitive tribe.

　　 The patriarch got a new name, and Wu Zhu in the tribe came over unwillingly: "Great Guangming God, ##￥% ask for a name!"

　　 Regardless of whether it is advanced or backward, the game of power is always the main theme among the group. In primitive tribes, Wu Zhu’s power is second only to the patriarch, so the name must be disputed.

"Dog leftovers, Nicholas? Gou leftovers." Wang Yan had a bad taste, and gave Wu Zhu a name combining Chinese and Western with a strange smile. Don't think he didn't know that the women from the primitive tribes just came to give their lives. Yes, bad embryos should have such a name, God is very careful.

　　 "Nicholas? Dog left!" Wu Zhu murmured and repeated it, his eyes lit up suddenly, he thought the name was much better than the patriarch's, at least longer than the patriarch's name!

　　 "Great God of Light? Please tell me the meaning of the name!" Wu Zhu asked sincerely.

　　 "Stubborn vitality." Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, and explained the new meaning of freshness and vulgarity abruptly by taking a fate to feed him.

　　 Wu Zhuxi smiled, and after bending over to bow to Wang Yan, he also announced a new name to the tribe.

　　 There was another cheer.

　　 Patriarch and Wu Zhu were given names by the gods and possessed supreme glory.

　　Will the others in the tribe lag behind, the captain of the hunting team came out and asked for a name.

　　 "Hou Yi. A hunter with godlike skills."

　　 Wang Yan gave a new name in a serious manner.

　　 declare, cheers!

　　……

　　 "Dante", "Five Maos", "T800", "Jia Junpeng", "Captain Jack", "Tom", "Bald Head Strong", "Monk Use Rejoice"...

　　Wang Yan, who is keen on naming names, is all over the world. What name to choose depends on a flash of inspiration, regardless of race or number of words, almost whatever he thinks of.

　　 So, names from all areas of the earth flooded the entire tribe.

　　 Wang Yan didn't even think about it. When he started to support this tribe, this tribe was already equivalent to his direct line, and it was destined to flourish and stay in history.

　　In other words, these people are now equivalent to the ancestors of mankind!

　　Caesar, it doesn't matter what Hou Yi.

　　 But, when tens of thousands of years later.

An archaeologist from the Stone Age has unearthed various ancestral marks from the Stone Age, which are impressively recorded on a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, when the ancestors were given the name Nicholas? ?

　　 I feel ashamed to think about it!

　　 But now, Wang Yan can't think so far, he is already playing!

　　 No one has ever seen anyone who names their own pets, but also consider the mood of the pet!

　　 A series of well-known names on the earth were brought to his world by Wang Yan, and then regarded as the supreme glory by the primitive people!

　　 As cheerful names were uttered from Wang Yan's mouth, the haze brought to him by primitive tribe women gradually dissipated in his heart.

　　Sure enough, happiness is the most important thing!

　　……

　　 When things are repeated, happiness will become boring.

The aroma of 　　 rice porridge diffused in the cave, and Wang Yan finally lost his interest in naming.

　　 More primitive people shook their noses and turned their attention to the steaming steaming rice pot.

　　 For primitive people who have been hungry all year round, a name that can bring glory will not be able to withstand the temptation of a meal.

　　 As everyone knows, it is the attraction of food that makes them escape.

　　 When they can read and hyphenate, they will definitely understand the meaning of the name given by Wang Yan today!

　　 And those who scrambled to ask Wang Yan to give a name might have their intestines regretted, and how can the name given by God be changed at will? That is a great disrespect to God!

　　咚咚!

　　咚咚!

　　 The sound of swallowing saliva is everywhere in the cave.

　　 Wang Yan also swallowed, and after tossing for a long time, he didn't eat yet!

"Let's put aside the name matter. Let's eat first. After you recognize the characters, you can name yourself." After driving away the primitive people who wanted to ask for the name, Wang Yan took a bowl for himself. , I served myself a bowl of rice porridge, found a bag of mustard from the pile of goods, tore it open, and ate it slowly with rice porridge.

　　Don’t say, in the cave of primitive people, you can drink a bowl of porridge, the taste is really sweet!

　　 Snoring!

　　 A bite of mustard and rice porridge, Wang Yan enjoyed eating.

　　 But gradually, he can't eat anymore.

　　 Around him, hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at him, the sound of drool swallowing like a quartet, one after another.

　　 When anyone is eating, being stared at by hundreds of pairs of hungry wolves, I am afraid that they will not be able to eat at ease!

　　 What's more, Wang Yan was an ordinary earthling a day ago. Even if he is now the master of a planet, the mentality of a superior emperor cannot be cultivated for a while!

"Eat, everyone will eat together." Wang Yangan laughed and told the patriarch, "Caesar, you come to maintain order, and distribute the porridge in the order of the old, young, and weak. Let everyone eat first. If the porridge is not enough, continue. Cook, just follow the method just now..."

　　 Wang Yan said this in a way of spiritual resonance.

　　 The voice did not fall.

　　 There was a tsunami-like cheer from the cave.

　　 Primitive tribes, food is the top priority of survival, and the majesty of the gods has once again been pushed to the pinnacle.

　　 Patriarch Caesar could not wait, but Wang Yan's order had to be carried out. Although he was very greedy and wanted to give the first bowl of porridge to himself, he finally resisted it.

　　 The great God prefers the old and the weak, women and children. Although it runs counter to the tribe’s consistent views, there is nothing wrong with God.

　　 Therefore, even if he is hungry, the patriarch still resolutely implements the instructions of the gods. Besides, everything is brought by the gods, and he has no power to dispose of them.

　　 Bowls of porridge were distributed in order. Everyone who received the porridge would salute Wang Yan persistently before taking it to the side and enjoying it. U U Reading www.uukanshu.cóm

　　 At the beginning, Wang Yan was also relieved by the primitives’ understanding of etiquette.

　　 But soon, he got bored!

　　 How did this **** etiquette come into being?

　　 Haven't they been very savage?

　　 Embarrassingly enjoying the respect of everyone, Wang Yan had to put down the rice bowl in his hand, one by one in return, after the meal, the muscles on his face became stiff with laughter!

　　 Although he is very formalistic, Wang Yan does not want to disrupt the order he has established with great difficulty.

　　 It is easy to destroy and difficult to construct.

　　For a long-term plan, class and morality must be cultivated. This is a rule that a civilization must have.

　　He must go in this form!

　　 But in the end, Wang Yan still couldn't stand it. He really couldn't stand being a polite puppet, too tired!

　　 Then, after Wang Yan explained the patriarch's precautions for using fire, he tore up the space and headed back to the earth.

　　God is not their babysitter. He needs peace and rest. He needs a good night's sleep.

　　 One night on the earth, ten days will pass here.

　　 Wang Yan left more than ten bags of 25 kilograms of rice, even if the heavy rain kept going, they would still survive.

　　 As for other tribes, let them fend for themselves!

　　 God’s energy and money are limited. A tribe of four hundred people has already made him burn out, and he really can’t manage that much!

　　 Besides, before Wang Yan came, didn't they also live well?

　　 Wang Yan could see it. Although he now possesses a variety of superpowers, he is at best a village chief's talent. It would be good to manage a tribe well.

　　The steps are too big, and it’s easy to get rid of the eggs, let’s honestly let a person get rich first before talking about it!