Han Cheng couldn't help but take another breath. It wasn't that he felt so horrified when he saw the strong man of Douzong, but there was a strong stinging pain in his arm. The sour feeling could not be described in words.
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His right arm was already red and swollen, and there was a ridge bulging in the middle. The ridge was a little white and there were some blood spots.
"Damn it, why do you have this damn thing now?"
Han Cheng, whose hands and face turned purple, struggled to scratch the redness and swelling on his arm with his hands, while cursing angrily.
Well, don't worry, the purple color on Han Shenzi's hands and face is not caused by poisoning, but for another reason.
Things have to start from yesterday.
Yesterday, the first newly built house of the Qingque tribe had already tied up the rafters and laid the fence. When they were preparing to mix mud and put mud on it, it rained, so the roof was built for the house.
Work had to stop temporarily.
Fortunately, it was not a violent storm, and a house that had not yet laid a roof could withstand such rain.
The rain was pouring down and it didn't stop until today. After Han Cheng took a big bamboo hat and checked the house in the courtyard, he thought of the dozen mulberry trees four or five miles away, and his heart suddenly jumped.
It's not that he thought about silkworms again.
Now that leather pants have become much softer after being tempered, he no longer has such a strong obsession with using silk pants.
What made his heart skip a beat were mulberries, that kind of red, purple, sour and sweet little fruit.
This item was Han Cheng's favorite when he was a child. It can be compared with popsicles, Tang monk meat, Nande and Beijing instant noodles.
Now that we are thrown into a primitive society, we should not think about the next three things in a short time, but this mulberry can be recalled again.
I remember that in my previous life, mulberries usually matured before and after the wheat. The climate where Han Cheng is now is not much different from that in his previous life, so it should be around this time.
In Han Cheng's hometown in his previous life, wheat usually matured more than a month after the rapeseed was harvested. Roughly calculating the time, mulberries matured around this time.
Han Cheng patted his head and thought to himself that he was confused. How could he almost forget such an important thing?
The thought of eating mulberries grew like wild weeds and could no longer be suppressed, making people not want to wait any longer.
Han Cheng went back to his house and called his senior brothers who were resting in the cave, took their weapons and accompanied him to the mulberry forest.
Han Cheng would normally not do it by staying away from the tribe alone. He now values his own life very seriously.
With his efforts, the Qingque tribe's life is getting better and better, and there are signs of gradually moving closer to the countryside of the last century in later generations. At this time, if you lose your life just because of eating a mulberry, isn't it a loss?
The senior brother and the others naturally agreed to Shenzi's proposal. These days, the senior brother and the others have been either building walls or houses. They have not gone far away for a long time. When they heard Han Cheng's words, they all felt a little itchy.
Then eight people followed him.
If there weren't too few bamboo hats in the tribe, there would definitely be more people following.
The production of bamboo hats started as early as the beginning of spring this year.
The one who did it was still lame.
The reason why we made bamboo hats was because umbrellas were too troublesome, and the Qingque tribe did not have the required raw materials for the time being, so we could only make the second best to make bamboo hats, mainly for people who stand guard in the rain.
With the flexible tree branches, thatch and rope, and Han Cheng's guidance on the side, it is not that difficult for the dexterous lame to make a bamboo hat.
First, use the tree to weave a hollow cylindrical shape about five or six centimeters deep and more than ten centimeters in diameter. This is used to wear on the head.
Then, the several tree strips used as "bones" that weave the cylinder are bent outward and downward, forming an angle of about 45 degrees with the main cylinder.
Continue to use these wooden sticks as bones, and weave several circles from top to bottom with tree strips to form an upside-down cone shape.
Then use a rope to cut thatch into sections of about fifteen centimeters, and tie the coils from bottom to top around the horizontal wooden strips. In order to prevent rain from leaking on the tip of the hat, you can put a piece of non-woven fabric there.
Large animal skin cover.
The sin that Han Cheng suffered now was related to eating mulberry later.
Coming to this mulberry forest that he had not been to for a long time, Han Cheng was not disappointed. Most of these tall mulberry trees had red and purple mulberry fruits hanging on them.
Some dark-looking birds that were not crows arrived first and ate the mulberries on the mulberry trees.
These birds are not afraid of people. When they see these two-legged beasts with sticks climbing up the trees, they just tilt their heads and look at them fearlessly. After watching for a while, they call out at the top of their lungs.
Show off these two-legged beasts that cannot climb to the highest point and can only eat what is left of them.
Han Cheng was in no mood to pay attention to these noisy birds. He just climbed the branches with one hand and picked mulberries with the other and put them in his mouth.
After the rain, the dust has been washed away from the mulberries. They are soaked by the rain and put in your mouth to feel cool.
When you bite it, the thin and soft peel breaks open, and the sweet purple juice bursts out and fills your mouth. It is even more irresistible than eating Xuanmai.
People say that extreme joy brings sorrow. Just when Han Cheng was immersed in the taste of childhood and couldn't extricate himself, tragedy struck quietly.
A strong stinging pain suddenly came from his left arm. Han Cheng's hand that went to pick mulberries suddenly retracted. When he looked at it with his eyes, a red edge had grown up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Han Cheng's first reaction was to stop eating. He escaped from the beasts of the primitive era, but was assassinated by the bugs of the primitive era!
Thinking like this, I was busy looking at the branches and leaves I just touched. Even if I die, I must kill the murderer first, and cannot wait until the next life to take revenge.
Those branches and leaves looked the same as the others. It was only when Han Cheng turned over the branches and leaves with a broken branch that he saw the murderer under a leaf.
This guy is not big, about the size of two soybeans. His body is green with some red or white spots, and there are some light yellow thorns about two to three millimeters long on his back.
After Han Cheng saw the true appearance of the guy who had assassinated him, he felt relieved at first, and then became furious.
I have searched for silkworms on the mulberry trees so many times, but I have not seen any silkworm feces, but now I have met such a magical beast!
It's really useful not to come, but it's a disaster to live a happy life.
This guy was known as the "foreign spicy guy" in Han Cheng's hometown. He was a real mythical beast. His small body contained huge energy. If he was pulled up, the pain would be unbearable and it would take several days to heal completely.
Han Cheng had been stretched before and could only get temporary relief by applying cool toothpaste.
But obviously I can't find toothpaste at this time.
He reached out and scratched at the red and swollen area. After thinking for a moment, he broke the branch where the 'spicy' was, asked the people standing below to leave, and then threw the branch down the tree.
He slid down the tree, and under the concerned eyes of his senior brother and others, Han Cheng used two small sticks to cut the body of the mythical beast that had harmed him, and then smeared the area where it was pulled with the light green liquid that flowed out after it died.
Strangely enough, after applying this water, the burning stinging was relieved a lot very quickly.
This is probably the principle of original soup and original food.
