I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

Jiang Tu looked in the room, the man was not in the room, Jiang Tu didn't know what was going on outside, and didn't want to go out.

Lying on the animal skin, Jiang Tu thought about how to leave evidence for his grandfather.

After thinking about it, Jiang Tu felt that Feng would carve a stone tablet or something and bury it, waiting for archaeologists to dig.

The noise continued, and Jiang Tu, who was bored, continued to learn the language here with his mobile phone.

As a contemporary college student, Jiang Tu is a quick learner, and now he knows basic expressions.

The main reason is that the vocabulary here is too small, and there are no adjectives, such as beautiful or beautiful, there are only good-looking and bad-looking.

The rest are verb nouns, such as eating, hunting, nouns are the nouns of various plants and animals, hello, thank you, even people’s uncle, aunt, uncle, uncle, etc. They are all called names. Father, mother, grandparents, brothers, sisters, younger brothers and sisters are commonly used terms.

Moreover, the language is connected. Although the pronunciation is not like Mandarin, but learning to learn, Jiang Tu found that the language here is basically linked to physical objects.

After finding the tricks, Jiang Tu learned faster. Jiang Tu also learned selectively. For example, if Jiang Tu didn’t know various animals and plants, he didn’t learn them. He only learned some simple ones.

When the man came back, Jiang Tu had already answered a lot of words.

"wind……"

Jiang Tu called the man in the local language.

The man was taken aback, then looked at Jiang Tu in surprise. "You will?"

Jiang Tu smiled triumphantly. "so easy."

I wanted to say that it would be a piece of cake, but people here can only speak straightforwardly and don't understand humorous language.

The man smiled at Jiang Tu, very happy and excited, as if the man had learned the language, with a proud look on his face.

"Outside, why is it noisy?" Just learning the local language, Jiang Tu stumbled a bit when speaking long sentences.

Feng: "In the clan, come back from hunting and share the meat."

Jiang Tu: "Oh..."

Feng: "I'll go, cook and eat."

The freshly divided fresh meat, the man wants to feed Kamito fresh.

The god-man is already his partner, and the man should take good care of the god-man.

Luo Zeng predicted that Feng's partner would be Kamito, who would appear on the sacrificial altar in the near future.

At that time, Feng was still a child, and no one believed Luo's prophecy.

The wise man tells Feng that Luo will not lie, and Feng has been indoctrinated by Luo that the man of God is his partner after he was a child, and Feng also firmly believes that his partner is the man of God in the future as time goes by.

Since childhood, Dafeng has been waiting for his partner to arrive on the altar of sacrifice every day.

Ten years passed in a flash.

That day was very special to Feng, because on that day he became the new patriarch under the witness of the wise man Lai, the wizard Luo and the clansmen, and that day was also the day when the god-man was predicted to come.

The wind is very happy.

After all the clansmen left, looking at the altar, Feng raised his head to the sky, not knowing when his beloved partner would fall from the sky.

Feng has been looking forward to a god-man partner for a long time. When he was young, Feng asked a wise man and a wizard why God-man would choose to be my partner, and if God-man would dislike me after following me, he returned to the sky.

The wise man smiled: Then rely on your own strength to keep the god-man in the clan.

The sorcerer told Feng: If you are unswervingly nice to the God-man, the God-man will recognize you as God-man's partner.

One's own strength is good to God and man, and the young Feng ignorantly remembers it in his heart.

You should treat the gods well, just like a wise man treats himself, be nice to the gods, don't let the gods miss their heavenly home, don't let the gods be sad, so that the gods will not go back if they are happy every day home.

With this thought in mind, Feng would give the god-man the fresh meat he had just distributed.

In Feng's heart, fresh meat is the best thing.

"Wait, I'll be with you." Jiang Tu called the man to stop.

Fresh meat, Jiang Tu can't let this primitive man be blinded for nothing.

Putting on his shoes, Jiang Tu followed the man to the back of the "grave bag".

The sun was westward, and it was getting late. Jiang Tu looked at his phone and it was almost six o'clock.

The tribe at this time is full of popularity, every family smokes, men and women cook food in their own graves, and children run outside, just like a scene of joy and harmony.

But they are all naked, a bit troublesome to the eyes, Jiang Tu didn't dare to look at them after one glance, for fear of eye pain.

Jiang Tu, who is afraid of seeing no evil, sat on the ground and watched the man light a fire with two stones.

Jiang Tu didn't know that when he lowered his head, everyone was watching him secretly.

"God man, really God man, he looks different from us."

"Mom, what is Kamito wearing?"

"Grandpa, the god-man is so white, the god-man has no hair."

"Do the gods speak the words of the gods again, can only wizards understand it?"

They whispered about Jiang Tu, a god-man.

"Why aren't they here during the day?" Jiang Tu asked the man curiously.

During the day, Jiang Tu only saw the wise man and the man in front of him, not the other living people.

"Men hunt, women and children follow."

The only ones left in the tribe were the elderly who were injured, but they stayed in their dens for fear of disturbing Jiang Tu.

The man didn't say what happened next, and Jiang Tu didn't know, so he thought everyone had gone hunting.

The man lit a fire, and Jiang Tu stopped the man from throwing raw meat into the pot.

"It's not good for you to do that."

Jiang Tu saw a lot of fat on the meat and said to the man. "You take off the fat here and make it into such a big piece." Jiang Tu gestured with his hands about the size of a mahjong.

"The rest of the meat, you make it into long strips as thick as your fingers." The sentence was relatively long, and Jiang Tu directly translated it with his mobile phone.

The man divided the meat with sharp stones as Jiang Tu said.

The meat weighed more than three catties. Jiang Tu thought about it, and he definitely couldn't eat only meat.

"Go ahead, I'll go to the mountain to find some vegetables."

Seeing Jiang Tu getting up, the man panicked and followed, "Together, the mountain is dangerous."

The mountain is dangerous, and a man cannot let his god-man partner get hurt.

Jiang Tu had seen the mountains and forests at night, so he didn't argue with the man. "OK……"

Jiang Tu asked the man to take the pot off the fire, put the meat in a stone pot that was not too hot, cover it with clean leaves, and put a big stone on it to ensure that the food was not dirty, so he took it with him The man went up the mountain that went in and out.

As he walked, Jiang Tu saw that the man was barefoot.

Jiang Tuxin began to twitch.

"Have you no shoes?"

"Shoes, what are they?"

"Just, wear it on your feet to prevent your feet from getting hurt." Jiang Tu pointed to his feet.

"Yes." The man said. "In the den, hides."

"Then why don't you wear it?"

"Total, bad."

Jiang Tu, who was choked by the man's words, understood the man's meaning. The animal skin would break if worn for a long time, so men didn't wear it.

Looking at the man's bare feet, Jiang Tu suddenly thought of straw sandals.

People in ancient times liked to wear straw sandals, which are convenient and practical, so this thing should not be difficult.

As he walked, Jiang Tu started Wikipedia with his mobile phone.

How to weave straw sandals.

When Jiang Tu looked down at the phone, everyone in the tribe saw Jiang Tu coming out and knelt down to Jiang Tu...