The leader of the donkey tribe was holding a bowl of steaming broth and slurping happily around the fire.
The broth was salted and delicious, and he couldn't get enough of it.
After drinking the hot broth, his whole body felt warm, which made him fall in love with the pottery even more.
Even if his tribe had to cut back on food and clothing this winter because of the replacement of pottery, he felt it was very worthwhile.
He drank the soup in the bowl, finished the meat, and then handed the bowl to another tribesman who had been waiting eagerly for a while.
The donkey tribe doesn't have many pottery bowls, so they need to take turns when eating.
The food eaten by the rest of the people is much worse than that of the leaders. Meat is rarely seen in their bowls. Generally, there are one or two fruits boiled with the meager meat in each person's bowl.
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The joy of getting pottery makes them want to put any edible food into the pot and cook it.
And this is indeed a very good method. In the past, a person could not be full even if he ate three fruits. Now, he only needs one fruit to be full.
The only drawback is that I get hungry quickly and need to urinate frequently...
Compared with previous years, the Soaring Snake tribe seemed a little deserted. Last year's battle caused their tribe to lose many adults. Even if they plundered some people from other tribes, they could not make up for this loss.
Because the ones they plundered were all underage children and primitive women. In order to prevent resistance, the adult males had to kill those who ate meat...
The second leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe squatted in a corner and gnawed on some Bingya fruit in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the place where Wu and several other leaders gathered not far away, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
The aroma of meat came from there, which made people salivate. Especially the roasted and greasy breast in Wu's hand was unbearable.
In the past, he was one of the people who ate meat every day, but now, he can only silently chew the fruit here.
All because of that damn tribe!
He thought bitterly.
Just when I think of the horrific scene that day, a kind of fear arises in my heart.
While silently chewing the fruit, he cursed the damn tribe every day, and at the same time, he was still thinking about how to resume his position as leader.
If we lead people to completely capture that damn tribe...
The world is very big, and a lot of things are happening every moment. Han Cheng is not a god who is aloof and does nothing but just overlooks all living beings. He has his own affairs to be busy with, and of course he doesn't know what is happening in other tribes.
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In fact, even if he wants to know, he doesn't have the ability. After all, he is just a false son of God and does not have such great power that can penetrate the world.
If he really had such great ability, he wouldn't be troubled by this little piece of charcoal.
Two of the three giants of the Qingque Tribe had problems. Shenzi was very passionate about burning charcoal. He didn't pay much attention to other things every day and just wanted to burn out the charcoal.
The witch is even scarier, and he spends more and more time lying next to the rabbit circle every day.
Just the day before yesterday, Wu dug a pit where it could get sunlight and buried a rabbit in it.
Buried at the same time is the sun-dried grass that rabbits love to eat.
Han Cheng also knew about this. At that time, he was coming back from outside with a hand full of black ash.
When he saw the witch doing this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. He was worried that the witch would be too sad, so he deliberately stayed here with the witch for a while.
Because the rabbit Wu buried was the one with dark circles that he often played with.
The old primitive man who puts eating as the first priority in everything and cherishes food very much can make the wizard not eat the dead rabbit, but bury it in memory. You can imagine how much this rabbit occupies in his heart.
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The death of this rabbit brought great harm to the witch.
Moreover, the witch was very careful to bury it with its favorite grass and a few newly pulled out rapeseeds, and even the covering soil was made very fine, for fear that big clods of soil would crush the rabbit...
...From this we can clearly see the witch's reluctance to part with it.
Seeing the witch doing this seriously and without saying a word, Han Cheng could understand the witch's mood very well.
Recalling his own mood when Fu Jiang was lost some time ago, Han Shenzi, an emotional man, shed a handful of tears of sympathy for the rabbit with dark circles under his eyes and for Wu's deep love for him.
In later generations, he met some old people who depended on each other for their lives and spiritual support for their cats and dogs.
Although witches are primitive people, they are also old people. After living together for a long time, it is not surprising that like those old people in later generations, they will develop feelings for the things they raise.
But what Wu did next made Han Cheng a little confused.
After carefully covering the rabbit, Wu did not end his action, but picked up half a can of water with some ice particles and poured it on, very carefully.
After Han Cheng was stunned for a while, he soon understood Wu's painstaking efforts.
He might be doing this because he was worried that the rabbit would get thirsty, or it might be a unique memorial ceremony for the deceased among the Qingque tribe.
The death of this rabbit really caused great psychological trauma to the witch. After burying the rabbit with black eyes, the witch who used to run to the rabbit pen every day no longer went to the rabbit pen.
Instead, he often stayed at the place where the black-eyed rabbit was buried, staying there for most of a while, and would only leave when it was time to eat. Sometimes, he would whisper something in his mouth.
Han Cheng was moved by this, but also worried about Wu's health.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that primitive people would be so affectionate for the animals they raised?
Han Cheng, who had some mud between his fingernails, came back from the tribe and saw the shaman squatting motionless like a sculpture where the black-eyed rabbit was buried. He couldn't help but feel moved and sighed.
Sure enough, there are infatuated people everywhere.
Han Cheng watched here for a while and decided to go over and comfort this sad old primitive man. After all, the rabbit cannot be resurrected, so it is no good to be sad at this time.
Han Cheng walked up to him, but before he could say what he had planned, Wu spoke first.
This made Han Cheng feel slightly happy. As long as he was willing to speak, he would be able to persuade him.
He looked at Wu with a smile, but the smile on his face completely froze before he heard a few words, as if he had been struck by lightning, burnt on the outside and crispy on the inside.
In the past two or three days, have I been blindly moved by my emotions?
At this moment, Han Cheng, who knew the truth, almost shed tears.
"Son of God, why are you..."
The shaman, who was talking about his thoughts with great interest but full of confusion, noticed the strangeness of the Son of God, stopped hurriedly, and asked with concern.
