I am a Primitive Man

There are many things to do when one tribe merges into another tribe.

The same applies to the Yu tribe joining the Qingque tribe.

But things are still going on in an orderly manner.

After all, the senior members of the Qingque tribe have experienced too many such things, and they are simply familiar with them.

Coupled with the relationship between the Yu tribe and the Qingque tribe, the people of the Yu tribe really wanted to merge with this tribe that was once a tribe, so things went smoothly.

"Rabbit, rabbit."

"Rabbit. Rabbit."

On the side of the bunny circle of the Qingque tribe, Witch threw grass into the bunny circle, and pointed to the rabbits and muttered loudly.

The witch of the Yu tribe nearby, now renamed Han Youyu, immediately read it with a poor pronunciation.

Mandarin is the only official language of the Qingque tribe. Anyone from the Qingque tribe must learn to speak Mandarin. This is a hard requirement set by Han Cheng.

Even the existence of the Yu tribe is no exception.

After all, the people in the Qingque tribe are all speaking Mandarin, so how can you not speak Mandarin?

Of course, in the Qingque tribe, Mandarin is still habitually called the language of gods.

It's just like the square characters in the tribe are called gods by the people in the tribe.

Han Youyu studied very seriously.

Not only is it okay, I just follow the witch and learn the language of the tribe. When it’s okay, I also like to go to the Qingque tribe’s unique classroom to go to the ‘crunch class’ and learn with the little dolls in the tribe.

Of course, the class he took was a preschool in the tribe, which was specially used to enlighten the children in the tribe.

Han Youyu, who has gray and sparse hair, sits here for a lesson. At the beginning, the teacher who teaches knowledge can't help but get nervous, but after experiencing this a few times, he becomes accustomed to it.

And also secretly admired this old and studious man.

Because this old man who didn't know the language of their tribal gods before, learned very fast, and was the one who made the fastest learning progress in this preschool.

And just like a real student, she will meticulously complete her assignments every time.

The children in the preschool were more afraid of this old man at first.

But if you have more contact, you won't be afraid.

On the contrary, every time between class, many children would gather around Han Youyu and play with him.

Han Youyu also really likes children, so he plays and plays games with these kindergarten children.

Before I knew it, I became the king of children in this preschool, more authoritative than the monitor in the class...

And at this time, the big sailboat of the Qingque tribe also set off again, sailing towards the downstream, to deliver supplies to those downstream who are building the Hukou sub-tribe.

These supplies include big animals such as donkeys and cattle.

Of course, it is not for the people there to eat, but for them to raise it to relieve the burden of the work there.

These people who are far from the main tribe and fighting for the tribe, Han Cheng will not forget, and will not let the people in the tribe shed blood and sweat, even if they can't care about food and clothing.

After more than half a month, the Qingque returned to sail, and at the same time brought back some information about the Hukou sub-tribe that was under construction.

For example, in a row of twelve houses, one has been built, and the other is under construction.

However, the construction of the second building was much slower, because a lot of manpower was used to open up wasteland.

Those who are constructing Hukou said that the housing is not very good for the time being, if there is a place to live, it will be fine if the wind cannot stop or the rain cannot stop.

The most urgent task is to open up the land first, and wait for the spring to grow crops.

In this way, self-sufficiency can be achieved as quickly as possible, and no longer ask for food from the main tribe.

As people with hands and feet, not only can they not deliver food to the main tribe, but they also have to ask for food from the main tribe, which makes them feel particularly ashamed.

As for the construction of the Hukou sub-tribe, they plan to take time to do it during the slack season.

Strive to achieve both food production and the construction of the Hukou tribe without delay.

Han Cheng was very satisfied with the tribe who was sent to Hukou for construction.

After all, this is better than what he had imagined.

Winter is coming, and after a night of cold wind howls, snowflakes fall from the sky in the morning.

Although only a few sporadic, but also exciting enough.

However, these excited people did not include the Yu tribe members who had not been in the Qingque tribe for too long.

After the weather suddenly becomes cold, the following days will become particularly difficult, and every winter will leave them with a particularly deep impression and an extraordinary suffering.

Under such circumstances, how can they be happy?

And to the people of the Qingque tribe, at this sad time, they are so happy and don't understand.

However, when they gradually turned their eyes to the thick winter clothes they were wearing, and then recalled the warm room and the warm Kang, they suddenly became relieved.

In today's situation, it is indeed possible to leave all the worries about the cold behind and simply feel the joy of the first snow falling.

After reacting to the fact that he and others have joined the Qingque tribe, and their living conditions have undergone tremendous changes, these people in the Yuanyu tribe soon also felt this joy.

Everyone is happy. Han Cheng, who has always liked snow, didn't feel any happiness from it this time. On the contrary, he appeared a little worried.

This is of course not because Han Cheng does not have any good measures to keep warm, but because Fujiang has a problem.

From the day before yesterday, Fu Jiang didn't eat much, he always liked to lie there, he looked sick and lacking energy.

Han Cheng tried to make it energetic, but his efforts failed.

Even in the past, the things that Fu Jiang likes to do with Han Cheng and Uncle Deer to bully the deer for stealing milk from the deer have become lack of interest.

It can't be said that it is a lack of interest, but it should be said that I want to do it, but I don't have the spirit and strength to do it.

There were times in the past, although Fu Jiang would be a little sluggish, but he would not appear in this state.

Facing the blessed general in this state, Han Cheng always has a hidden worry in his mind.

After all, Fu Jiang is already very old among wolves.

As Han Chengcai came to this era, it didn't take him long to come to Han Cheng's side. After more than ten years, Han Cheng had already regarded this loyal guy as a part of the tribe.

And it's a very important part.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

Squatting behind the door of the house where he lived, Han Cheng poured some very fragrant meat porridge into a large bowl with a gap.

"Come on, General Fu hurry up and eat it. It took me a long time to cook this thing. There is no stupid deer. Just you. Get up and taste it."

After Han Cheng poured the meat porridge in the bowl, he greeted Fu Jiang, lying behind the door.

Behind the door, Han Cheng himself built a small nest there, and this small nest is the residence of Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang is a dog who pays attention to hygiene. He knows to go to the toilet to solve the problem.

Bai Xuemei or Han Cheng would bathe her when she was okay, so even if her doghouse was behind the door, there would be no unpleasant smell in the room.

Fu Jiang, lying in the doghouse, raised his head after hearing Han Cheng's words, and whimpered at Han Cheng.

Then he stood up hard and walked out.

This very ordinary action in the past, for the present lucky general, actually seemed a lot more difficult.

Standing in front of Han Cheng, its body was shaking uncontrollably.

Han Cheng looked particularly distressed, and quickly picked up the dog bowl with food and put it under Fu Jiang's mouth.

"Eat, eat more food to be good, and then to bully that stupid deer."

Han Cheng said aloud while touching Fu Jiang's dog's head, as if he was coaxing a sick child to drink medicine.

After hearing this, Fu Jiang lowered his head obediently to eat the meat porridge in the bowl.

Seeing this, Han Cheng couldn't help but relax.

But good times are not always there.

Fu Jiang just ate two bites and stopped eating.

No matter what Han Cheng said, he just ate it anyway.

After arriving, Fu Jiang looked at Han Cheng and wailed twice.

Han Cheng could actually see the meaning of pleading.

After looking at Fu Jiang's eyes for a while, Han Cheng finally sighed.

"If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it, go back and rest..."

If it is left in the past, not to mention it is porridge with minced meat, even if it is white porridge, such a big bowl of blessing will be finished in a while.

but now.

I don't know if he understood Han Cheng's words, or because he was too tired, Fu Jiang quickly lay on the ground to rest.

It just didn't return to its kennel, but was lying on the ground outside the kennel.

The blessed general who was lying on the ground was not as trembling as before.

Han Cheng was afraid that Fu would be lying on the ground and was frozen by the ground, so he picked it up with his hands and prepared to put it back in the nest.

Fu Jiang didn't struggle, and let Han Cheng hug him and put himself in the doghouse.

After putting Fu Jiang back into the doghouse, Han Cheng squatted here and reached out and touched Fu Jiang's dog's head, and then took the bowl he brought and walked outside.

Looking up at the gray sky, scattered snowflakes fell on his face, a cold piece.

Han Cheng's heart is as gloomy as the sky in this winter.

He was really worried that Fu Jiang, the dog, would completely leave because of this.

He is an old man, especially at this time, he is facing Fu Jiang, the guy who has been by his side since he came into this world not too long.

Han Cheng, who likes snow the most, can't feel half of his joy when looking at the first snow of this year...

When he came to the kitchen and stood in front of the stove with hot coals for a while, Han Cheng walked out from here again, and returned from the outside after a short while, holding some herbs in his hand.

Add some water to the pot, throw the herbs in his hand, and close the lid. Han Chengcheng sat in front of the stove and started to burn.

Han Cheng didn't know what illness Fu Jiang had, but he couldn't bear to watch it go on like this.

Regardless of whether these methods are useful or not, he has to try them.

When Han Cheng made the medicine and walked out of the kitchen with the steaming and bitter medicine bowl, the scattered snowflakes outside had become bigger and fell one after another.

The fluttering snow fell into the soup medicine bowl, and instantly merged with the soup medicine.

Han Cheng opened the door with the medicine bowl and walked in. The snowflakes on his body quickly melted.

Fu Jiang maintained the previous posture of Han Cheng holding it in. Hearing the movement of Han Cheng coming in, he raised his head and yelled twice at Han Cheng, appearing weak.

Then he lowered his head again and placed it on the ground.

Back then, the dog who couldn’t stop seeing Han Cheng for a while, and when he saw it again, he would be alive and kicking, and now he is very old...

Han Cheng squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand to gently stroke Fu Jiang's head.

After waiting for a while, he reached out and touched the soup medicine in the medicine bowl. After finding that the temperature was right, Han Chengchi began to feed Fu Jiang the medicine.

Fu Jiang, who doesn't want to eat meat porridge, is naturally less likely to drink it when faced with such a bitter soup.

After much persuasion was useless, Han Chengji started to do it.

He found the bamboo tube and put it into Fu Jiang's mouth, and then poured the medicinal soup in the bowl along the bamboo tube into Fu Jiang's mouth.

It didn't go well when the medicine was being filled, so Bai Xuemei came to help and poured the medicine down.

The lucky general who was given the medicated soup sneezed several times and shakes his head a few times before slowly regaining his calm.

But it still looks more uncomfortable.

Han Cheng hugged Fujiang into the doghouse again, and squatted down here, touching Fujiang's dog head for comfort.

Fu Jiang, who was forcibly administered by someone just now, has no memory and rubbed the back of Han Cheng's hand with his dry nose.

This kind of action made Han Cheng very pleased ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ After staying here for a while, Han Cheng left here.

Fu Jiang fell asleep in the doghouse at this time...

I don’t know if Han Cheng’s rush to the doctor worked. At night, Fu Jiang’s condition looked much better. When Han Cheng fed him food again, he ate it. There is a small half bowl.

This is a remarkable improvement compared to Fu Jiang's condition these days.

A smile appeared on Han Cheng's face and he was relieved.

The witches, big brothers, iron heads, black babies, stones, etc. who came to see Fu Jiang all had the same smile on their faces.

As the earliest group of people in the tribe, they have deep feelings for the earliest dog in the tribe who accompanied them to grow up and witnessed the development and growth of the tribe. They were reluctant to let this old man leave like this...

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