The time for study is always boring, especially when there is not a beautiful schoolgirl beside her blinking her big eyes waiting for you to explain. Pan Ting looked at the boring planting for a while, took a nap, got up and looked at it for a few minutes, and opened the fingers silently for 2046, playing happily, losing more than a dozen times in a row. He felt that he wasted his time, so he continued to read, and then...

After repeating this for three or four days, his learning process was present, and the results were stagnant.

Pan Ting couldn't stand it in the space and decided to go out for some breath. He asked Zaozi if he wanted to go out for a walk together, but Zaozi politely declined - it was indeed polite, and he shook his hand from beginning to end, so tactless that he could not be more tactful.

When he went out to let the air, Pan Ting took a deep breath. The aroma of barbecue in the air suddenly aroused his greed. He moved forward along the fragrance, and the wooden houses of the Guangrong clan were lined up one after another, neatly arranged on the riverside. Two wooden platforms seven or eight meters high stood in the middle of the wooden house, like two tentacles on Zaozi's head.

The aroma of meat comes from the middle of the wooden house.

Pan Ting looked up at the wooden platform and then at the wooden house. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to Earth. It was too similar to the civilization of human beings' inception, no, it was more advanced than them.

"God!"

A familiar call came towards us.

As soon as Pan Ting raised his hand and wanted a long-lost hug, he was stunned by the scene in front of him and stood there, watching the other person approaching.

The nephew stopped and grinned.

Pan Ting's eyes moved from his face to the vehicle under him. Although it was very simple, the outline of the bicycle was visible to the handle and wheels, and judging from the nephew's half-ride and half-walk posture, the car was able to move.

"You...I'll do it." The nephew scratched his head honestly.

Pan Ting touched the handlebar and drove the person down. He went up and tried it out. The car had no pedals, but there was a tree strip on the handle, which could be manually rotated. When the front wheel moved, the rear wheel would also move. It was a bit hard to use, but it was a miracle for my nephew who had not been in contact with the world for a long time.

Pan Ting looked at him and joked: "If a fruit hits you, will you find gravity?"

The nephew grabbed his hand, placed it on his face, and rubbed it gently, like a puppy asking for advice.

Pan Ting patted his face: "I smell the smell of meat, let's have a meal together!"

"Flesh!" The nephew's eyes lit up, he threw the car to the ground, and pulled him forward.

Pan Ting felt sorry for the car: "It's not locked yet."

The nephew thought he was unwilling to do so, and tempted: "Flesh!"

Pan Ting suddenly laughed at himself. Where is the car thief in this world?

The Guangrong clan was barbecuing meat. Pan Ting teared a piece into his mouth. He thought it was a faint meaty smell, but who knew it would be a bit salty when chewed in his mouth. He looked at his nephew in surprise.

The nephew smiled happily: "It's delicious."

Pan Ting patted his head: "You know it tastes delicious. What's sprinkled on it?"

One hand stretched over, it was a kind of grass, squeezed into juice.

Pan Ting noticed that the owner of his hand was the girl who licked her face last time, and she was erecting her big belly.

The nephew took her hand, licked her hand, and handed the grass to Pan Ting.

Pan Ting looked at him and then, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if his daughter, whom he had worked hard to pull up, was about to leave with someone else. But as early as when the Glorious Clan knew how to match men and women, he had expected this day.

"Your child?" He pointed to the woman's belly and his nephew.

The nephew tilted his head, not seeming to understand what he meant.

Pan Ting thought that they might not know the meaning of a woman having a big belly. If they hadn't come out this time, they might not even know that the child was going to give birth. After all, they all jumped out of the cracks in the stone.

He suddenly felt that he had a great responsibility and popularized the basic knowledge of taking care of pregnant women with his nephew.

My nephew didn't understand it, but after hearing it, he became impatient and stretched out his mouth to lick him.

A married man dares to lick others in front of his wife?

Pan Ting looked at the girl awkwardly and saw that the girl was flirting with another man.

“…”

Pan Ting found that he used the framework of the earth to measure the Glorious Clan again.

They have not formed a marriage system, let alone loyalty and loyalty. He even suspects that they only know how to be in heat, not in love, which can explain why the nephew is confused about him. Perhaps in the nephew's concept, there is no distinction between family, friendship, love, only liking and closeness. It is because the moral qualities of the Glorious Clan are so good that they unknowingly regard them as "civilized" people. In fact, their civilization has just begun, and most of them are reflected in material things, and there is no sign of spiritual civilization construction.

It seems that my guidance is still long and arduous!

After dinner, Pan Ting visited the Guangrong clan and taught the concept of the tribe, calling his nephew the chief. The nephew was not very happy and obviously liked his nephew more. Pan Ting explained the difference between his position and his name for a long time.

The nephew finally agreed after persuading that "the nephew is his, no one will give it to him, and the chief can give it to others."

Pan Ting asked about the role of the platform.

My nephew didn't understand the gesture, so he simply took him up.

Since falling twice from Wuming No. 2, Pan Ting's inhumane acrophobia has been completely overcome. He has gone up at such a height. Standing at the top of the platform, he also feels heroic as he sees the small mountains.

The nephew climbed up behind him, took out two hollowed-out rod-like objects similar to bamboo tubes, and put them on a wooden rack on the edge of the platform. Then he scooped a spoonful of water from the bucket and slowly poured it into the rod-like object. The water flowed down the groove of the rod, and landed on the nearby house at a height of two or three meters.

Oh My God!

Pan Ting was shocked: Is this a water pipe used for firefighting?

My nephew took out a few poles, one longer than the other, and then moved the wooden shelf, and it was all covered in four directions, southeast, west and north.

Pan Ting visually measured the location of the two high platforms and the length of the poles, and was surprised to find that the two high platforms completely covered all the wooden houses. Is this what they thought before building the house? Or after building the house?

He had never expected that he had just been here for a few months, and the Glory Clan brought him one after another. He couldn't help but look forward to the future of the Glory Clan. What will the final step for such a developed-minded group? Will he witness the science fiction world in Star Wars? Even a higher civilization beyond?

Since becoming the Creator, Pan Ting has burned out expectations and hopes for the world for the first time, and no longer just uses it as a springboard to go home.

"God?"

The nephew reached out to pinch his face.

Pan Ting grabbed his hand and patted his head: "Come on."

My nephew looked at him in a daze, not understanding what kind of enthusiasm and expectations his three words contained.

Pan Ting smiled and touched his head: "It seems that we must seize the time to teach you words."

In order to ensure that newborn babies can be born smoothly, to strengthen the construction of spiritual civilization in the tribe, and to make communication between each other smoother, Pan Ting has served several positions - obstetrics and gynecology nurses, music teachers, art teachers, Chinese teachers and mathematics teachers.

Surprisingly, among all the courses, he was the happiest person to be an art teacher, because a large number of terrible graffiti set off his paintings, like a group of fireflies surrounding a light bulb, making the light bulb particularly dazzling. The most painful thing was the music class, he had never seen such a fantastic incomplete tone.

Chinese and mathematics are the two best courses they have learned, and the learning ability of the Guangrong clan is fully utilized in these two items.

In addition to learning, Pan Ting began to teach planting techniques. The purple rice created by TOEFL Yusal is very convenient to plant and grow easily, but the maturity cycle is long and it matures every year. Fortunately, the land is wide, Pan Ting directed the Guangrong tribe to plant a large number of plants, and the income is also considerable when the harvest is good.

Time passed day by day, and winter came in a blink of an eye. Under the leadership of Pan Ting, the Guangrong clan had learned to make leather coats, leather mats, blankets and charcoal. However, the Guangrong clan was born with a good physique and didn't catch a cold about charcoal. He liked leather coats very much. Several pregnant women got together and came up with various styles of leather coats, short skirts, trousers, vests, shawls, which surprised Pan Ting. Unexpectedly, the designer industry appeared so soon. It seems that the prospect of the spiritual civilization development of the Guangrong clan is also very optimistic.

Seeing that several pregnant women had bigger and bigger belly, Pan Ting was frugal with the knowledge of giving birth, and also speculated the expected delivery date based on the description of his nephew and others. However, no matter how much theoretical knowledge he absorbed, he was too fragile to the face of this big tiger in reality.

When the pregnant woman had broken amniotic fluid, his whole head was blank, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand straight, and he had to rely on his nephew to drag him half-wrap him to the chair. The pregnant woman looked much calmer than him, and according to Pan Ting's prior instructions, he tried to spread her legs.

The other pregnant women came up one by one and touched her curiously.

Pan Ting took a deep breath, pushed his nephew away, walked to the end of the bed, looked at her open legs, took a deep breath, and barely stretched out his hand. He was not nervous because he was afraid of the consequences of the failure of delivery. He knew that even if a pregnant woman had difficulty giving birth, one corpse and two lives, the people of the Glorious Clan would never blame him, and would even comfort him in turn. It is precisely because of this that he was under greater pressure.

"Take a deep breath and use force slowly..."

Pan Ting stared at the acupoint and mouth in a concentrated manner, eliminating all distractions.

At that moment, he felt that his entire person had been sublimated, no longer a simple Pan Ting, as if he had been reborn and stood at an unprecedented height.

The production process was extremely smooth.

The child came out automatically and cried as soon as he came out.

Pan Ting first used tender grass softer than cotton to clean the child's nose and mouth, then gently cut the umbilical cord with a stone knife prepared in advance, and wrapped the child with a prepared animal leather jacket. He tried to make clothes with tender grass cleaning the child's mouth, but unfortunately he failed and could only deal with the animal skin.

The mother hugged the child, her eyes shining with the brilliance of maternal love.

Perhaps this is the first time they know about pregnancy and childbirth, but it does not hinder the innate tacit understanding and love between mother and child.

Pan Ting was half-wramed by his nephew and left the wooden house.

The girl who had an ambiguous relationship with her nephew followed them step by step. Her belly was also very big, Pan Ting had calculated that it was almost the same thing as in the past few days.

The nephew touched her head, pointed at the distance, and told her to walk away.

She looked at Pan Ting pitifully.

Pan Ting felt inexplicably like the main wife who was forced to be a mistress, but he soon realized that this was just an illusion. The girl took his hand and gently pressed it on her belly, looking at him expectantly.

Pan Ting thought for a while and said, "Do you want me to deliver your baby? Or do you want me to give you blessings?"

"Blessing?" The nephew's ears were bright. He knew it was a good word.

The girl carefully held Pan Ting's hand and placed it on her face.

The nephew's expression changed and he looked at Pan Ting unwillingly. Seeing that he did not object, he immediately pulled up his other hand and placed it on his face.

Pan Ting found it very interesting. Unexpectedly, the Glorious Clan, who has always been selfless, has such a stingy side. Should he feel honored or honored. He touched them for a while, then with satisfaction retracted his hand and left.

Well. I didn’t have time to wash my hands just now, so it’s okay to wipe it.

This winter is the day for the new generation of the Guangrong clan to harvest. Children come one after another. Pan Ting's childbirth work is becoming more and more skillful, and he has successfully developed. Several pregnant women who have given birth have become his apprentices, and they are all bold and careful in their actions, and are more neat than him in delivering their children.

Over time, Pan Ting took off his midwife's hat and continued to concentrate on studying and improving the lives of the Glorious Clan.

Until, I gave birth to the girl I was good at with my nephew.

At that time, Pan Ting was studying waterwheels on the surface, and was thinking about whether to implement a monogamous marriage system.

According to his ideas, the sooner this marriage system is implemented, the better. Everyone gets used to it. But he also feels that blindly instilling his ideas to them will kill their creative talent. It can be seen from the bicycles created by his nephew and the fire stadiums they built that their creativity is not inferior to that of the Gaowu clan.
To be continued...