I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

Going back to the "grave bag", the man lit a torch in the nest. The mosquitoes at night were very fierce. Just now, Jiang Tu was bitten by a lot of bags by the river. It was painful and itchy. Broken infected.

Jiang Tu looked at the row of pimples on his arm and sighed. "Damn, why is the ancestor of the mosquito species so strong in fighting ability?"

The man looked at Jiang Tu, and suddenly got up and walked out.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Look for the medicine." The man who walked to the entrance of the cave said in a muffled voice.

Jiang Tu blinked, sat on the animal skin and waited for the man to come back.

About five minutes later, the man came back with a handful of wormwood in his hand.

The man grinds the medicine into a juice with a stone and applies it on the place where Jiangtu was bitten by mosquitoes, and then lights the remaining Artemisia in his hand, holding the smoking Artemisia, and the man smokes everywhere in the nest.

I don't know what kind of Artemisia, the juice seems to have the effect of relieving itching, Jiang Tu feels that the place where the mosquito has been bitten is not so itchy.

After a while, the nest was filled with the smell of burning wormwood, and there were fewer mosquitoes and flying insects.

Jiang Tu called the man. "Feng, come here."

On the ground lay the grass for weaving straw sandals.

Jiang Tu turned on the phone and compiled it according to the steps taught above.

While editing, Jiang Tu taught the man. "Learn from me, learn it, and do it yourself."

Straw sandals are simple and easy to learn, and the most important thing is to protect the feet.

Jiang Tu saw that the man's feet were covered with scars, and he didn't know how bad the man's feet were to adapt to walking barefoot on the road.

The man squatted on the ground, his body was too tall and tall, so even if he squatted, he was taller than Jiang Tu who was sitting on the animal skin.

The man's legs were very long and thick. The muscles of his thighs stretched when he was squatting on the ground, and his muscular appearance frequently caused Jiang Tu to slip away.

Another reason is that the man is wearing animal skins. When he squats down, the man's big dick is exposed to the air without any hindrance...

Jiang Tu was ashamed and lecherous but couldn't help but always wanted to look at the man.

On the contrary, the man had no sense of shame at all. He focused his eyes on the movements of Jiang Tu's hands and was earnestly learning how to weave straw sandals.

Men don't dare to look at Jiang Tu's mobile phone too much. Men think that the mobile phone is a magic weapon. If they always look at the magic weapon, Jiang Tu will think that they have plans for the magic weapon.

So after the man glanced at the phone for a few times, he focused on Jiang Tu's hand.

Men don't understand why the God-man makes a pile of grass and swings it around.However, whatever the God-man says is right, the man thinks that he just needs to listen to the God-man and do it.

After weaving a straw sandal, Jiang Tu blushed so much that he was about to bleed.

As a man too, Jiang Tu had to seek truth from facts. The primitive kid on the opposite side had strong financial resources and talents. Compared with men, Jiang Tu felt that his butt was a stunted rookie...

But the primitive people always walked the birds like this, Jiang Tu couldn't bear it.

Conditionally, Jiang Tu wants to put the whole clothes on the man's bird pocket, and the big guy is always flirting around indecently...

After the shoes were woven, Jiang Tu asked the men to try them on.

"Take a few steps..."

The man took a few steps in the nest.

It was the first time for a man to wear straw sandals, and he was still very uncomfortable. He always felt that his feet were bound, and it was indescribably uncomfortable.

"Well, good, you can wear it from now on."

"Don't wear it, okay?"

"No."

The man who was rejected honestly continued to wander around the room in his shoes.

Seeing the man's solid eyes, Jiang Tu clicked his lips. "Okay, okay, stop, I'm wearing it tomorrow."

He pulled the man and lay down on the animal skin, "Sleep, don't you still have to hunt tomorrow?"

The fuel on the torch was automatically extinguished, and the man lay stiffly beside Jiang Tu, so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Jiang Tu looked at the pitch-black roof of the nest, thinking about the problem of salt.

According to Wikipedia before, there are three ways to find salt. One is salt mines, the other is sea salt, and the third is eating wild animals, whose meat contains salt.

But that intake is too little.

"wind?"

The man who was stealthily inhaling Jiang Tu's breath was startled, and immediately replied: "I'm..."

"Do you have a sea here?"

The man thought for a while: "Sea?"

Jiang Tu turned sideways and lay facing the man: "Is the water salty?"

"Salty?" The man had never heard of it.

"Um, it's just a taste."

"smell?"

Jiang Tu choked. "Forget it, you don't know what to say."

How to do it?The people here don't know anything, so how to find salt?

By the way, do you know more clearly if the wise man has lived for a long time, why don't you ask the wise man tomorrow.

Or ask other people in the tribe, maybe they know.

Jiang Tu was thinking about things in silence.

The man was also silent. Was the man of God talking about something in the sky? The man had never heard of this before. Was the man of God thinking about his home in heaven?

The two of them didn't speak, and the nest was quiet. Jiang Tu's head started to get confused after thinking about it, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

Seeing that Jiang Tu didn't speak, the man didn't dare to make a sound, and looked at Jiang Tu eagerly. After a long, long time, Jiang Tu's breathing became even, and the man knew that Jiang Tu had fallen asleep.

Pursing his lips, the man gently, slowly and secretly kissed Jiang Tu's mouth.

Then the man turned around shyly, his face flushed with Jiang Tu behind his back.

Pursing his lips, the man grinned silly.

Man of God is my mate now.

Man of God, kiss me.

God man, God man...

The man who was full of thoughts about Jiang Tu became more and more excited, and a raging fire burned under the animal skin skirt.

The man wanted to hug Jiang Tu, but the man didn't dare.

The man could only clamp his legs firmly, not daring to move his body, fearing that Jiang Tu would be upset by his abruptness.

Jiang Tu, who didn't realize it, was sleeping soundly.

In the dream, Jiang Tu returned to his home and saw the old man looking at Jiang Tu's photo.

Jiang Tu had a sore nose and almost cried...