Seeing the way Shenzi drooled at the pheasant, Tietou felt that his tribe could eat chicken for lunch today.
This pheasant had a rather irritable character, and was not honest when he held it in his hand. It would flap its wings from time to time, and sometimes it would tilt its head and wait for an opportunity to peck the iron head, but the iron head would dodge it.
Annoyed by its aggressiveness, he wanted to kill this guy because he had to eat it for lunch anyway.
"Alas!"
Tietou suddenly let out a scream, covering his crotch with one hand, hunched over and jumping on the ground.
This was not because he discovered that he had an intention to kill the chicken. Han Shenzi, who was full of fantasies about eating eggs, was so angry that he used the widely circulated trick of monkey stealing peaches on him. It was because of the opening of his leather skirt.
Somehow it moved to the front, and something like a bean bug was exposed.
Feeling the murderous intention, the pheasant decided to die with this special chicken. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the chicken took a bite like a peck...
"Stop, stop. Don't kill it!"
Seeing this sudden scene, Han Shenzi was stunned for a moment when he woke up from the egg, and then he couldn't hold back his laughter.
Seeing that the angry Tietou was holding back the pain and wanted to kill this bean-eating pheasant, he quickly spoke to stop him.
Shenzi spoke, and Tietou naturally had no way to avenge his brother. When he saw this guy tilting his head and looking at him again, he quickly stretched out his arms to keep him away from him.
Ruhua pulled her leather skirt aside to make sure nothing was exposed, and then took the pheasant who had bullied her spouse from Tietou's hands.
Seeing this guy tilting his head and glancing at the flowery skirt, Han Cheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter...
At Han Cheng's signal, Ruhua grabbed the base of the ferocious pheasant's wings, pulled its head back, and wrapped it around with her thumbs. This guy who always wanted to do tricks was in trouble.
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Of course, he specifically asked Ruhua not to press too hard, lest the pheasant suffocate and die.
A group of people from the Qingque tribe walked towards the tribe with the joy of harvest.
Of course, this cheerful person has to get rid of the iron-headed one who walks in a weird way.
Han Cheng took a look at Tietou's injuries and found that only the outer skin was injured. The key parts inside were well protected and it would be fine in a few days. There was nothing serious.
But he must take some time off these days...
The senior brother who was laying tiles on the roof couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the people returning.
In each of the two hands of the witch, there was a fat rabbit with its legs tied. In the flowery hand, there was a pheasant, and on the other's shoulder, there was a fox.
The eldest brother used to often take people from the tribe out to hunt. A group of people would be busy all day long, and many times they would not catch as much prey as they did!
Now Shenzi and others only went out for less than a morning and brought back so many prey, and among the ten people there were two people, the young Shenzi and the old Wu, who were not able to hunt.
This...is truly a miracle!
He was thinking with excitement, remembering what happened yesterday when God took people out with a rope, and he became a little confused.
Didn't the Son of God say he wanted to catch rabbits? Why did he even catch pheasants and foxes?
"Click"
There was a sound, and the excited senior brother threw away the tiles in his hand, walked to the edge of the roof, and jumped down without even stepping on the shelf.
"Son of God. Witch"
He came to Han Cheng and Wu and asked eagerly, eager to know what was going on.
When the working people saw that their leader, the senior brother, was no longer working, they all put down their tools and gathered around to share the joy of harvest.
Among them, apart from the eldest brother, Shang, the leader of the original pig tribe, stood at the front.
He suffered a heavy blow because of food, and he has always cared about food. Now that he saw Shenzi and others bringing back so many prey in a short time, he naturally wanted to know how he did it.
"Son of God!"
"Son of God!"
After the witch told everyone about this miraculous thing and raised the rope and rabbit high, the people in the tribe once again burst into thunderous cheers.
The rope, which is very common among tribes, can be slightly modified and left in the wild overnight to catch prey in huge numbers. This is really a miracle!
At the suggestion of the happy shaman, who was walking with some sway, all activities of the Qingque tribe were temporarily suspended. He was going to lead the tribe to hold a sacrifice to dedicate these things to the gods, and at the same time, to thank the gods for their support of Qingque.
The love of the bird tribe.
The blazing flames burned, and the heat wave was overwhelming.
The fire was certainly hot in the summer, and Han Cheng, who was standing on the edge of the totem pole, was already sweating.
Before the sacrifice began, Han Cheng told the witch that he wanted to cancel the flames. The witch shook his head and refused, saying that this was passed down from the previous witch and that there must be fire during the sacrifice.
Han Cheng thought about it and felt that without the flames, the mystery and ritual of the sacrifice would be reduced by half, so he said no more.
So now I'm sweating all over.
Han Cheng also understands the need for flames during sacrifices.
After all, the emergence of fire saved mankind from the era of eating hair and drinking blood, and it is an extremely important link in the history of human evolution.
In this era of widespread nature worship, it is normal for people to both fear and worship flames.
Every time it was time for sacrifices, Wu's physical fitness would become extremely good. Han Cheng was sweating all over even standing here and felt tired.
But the shaman, wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff, jumped up and down, full of passion, and did not show any sign of his old age.
It seems that living for another ten years or so is not a problem.
"God!"
The witch finally stopped his dance and came to the totem pole with hares, pheasants, foxes, and rabbit traps. He saluted respectfully to the totem pole and praised the gods. Then he saluted Han Cheng and praised the Son of God.
, and other people in the tribe follow suit.
The pheasants and rabbits placed here as sacrifices looked at this solemn scene in horror...
What frightened the ferocious pheasant was yet to come. After he came down from the sacrificial altar alive, the leader, the ferocious little monkey, held a burning stick in one hand and pulled his own wings with the other to burn them.
In the panic, the ferocious pheasant wanted to attack the little monkey with some bugs, but he tilted his head and looked for a long time but couldn't find it...
Han Cheng, who was bent on burning the feathers on the pheasant wings, didn't know that his airtight leather pants were protecting him again without knowing it...
