What happened to Uncle Lu and General Fu in the wild did not attract the slightest attention from everyone.
In the Qingque tribe, everything is going on in an orderly manner.
The large blue brick house with tiles has been stacked up, and the gables on both sides and the upper wooden beams need to be built further up.
This is not to say that Han Cheng and the others don't care about Uncle Lu and the others, but that they don't know about this matter at all.
After all, although the deer uncles have mouths, they cannot speak human words. Due to the barrier of language communication, they cannot tell the two-legged beasts who protect them about what they encounter in the wild...
Han Cheng held the tea bowl and sat on the wooden pier under the gate. While feeling the coolness brought by the small and continuous breeze, he would bring the tea bowl to his mouth from time to time and drink.
Take a sip of cool water.
The water is light green in color and is no longer simply cool and white.
Of course, fuel was not added, and the Qingque tribe did not find the mung bean that looked the same as the tortoise. The light green water was boiled from fresh bamboo leaves.
Last year, the bamboos that Han Cheng transplanted from a bamboo forest where there was a national treasure that could not be touched were still alive.
Not only did the ones transplanted the first time survive, but the ones transplanted in the autumn also survived, and now a lot of bamboo shoots have sprouted.
The bamboo leaf water is cold. Now that there is no mung bean soup, pick some fresh bamboo leaves in the morning and clean them, then throw them into a large vat and boil them. Leave them under the shade of a tree to cool, then cover them with a lid and keep the edges clean.
Put some clean large bowls on the rocks. This kind of water has become a rare tool for cooling off the summer heat for everyone in the Qingque tribe.
And compared with dried bamboo leaves, fresh bamboo leaves have a refreshing fragrance that dry bamboo leaves never have.
Han Cheng now feels very comfortable all over his body, not only because he is still a long way from the air-conditioned wireless watermelon, but also because of the people in the tribe.
The people in the tribe are all familiar faces, so naturally there is nothing attractive about them, but if there are some other changes, it will look different.
The changes in the Qingque tribe are not reflected on their faces, but on their bodies.
Not too far away from Han Cheng, the two twin sisters Xiaomei Xiaoli, wearing short shorts that barely covered their buttocks, were sitting in the shade choosing vegetables.
Their upper bodies were all bare, with only two separate pieces of clam-shell-like clothing covering their key areas.
But compared to their raging weapons, this piece of clothing still seems to use too little material.
Even if you straighten your body normally, you can't cover it completely, let alone the two of them who are still bending down to choose vegetables.
With such beautiful scenery in front of him, how could he feel unhappy?
Looking around, not only Xiaomei and Xiaoli, but also the other primitive women in the tribe are all dressed in the same way.
As for the male primitives of the tribe, they are basically bare-chested and wear a pair of large linen pants that are much larger than the female primitives.
Some people who are more leisurely wear a pair of flip-flops made of wooden boards and leather ropes on their feet...
It is a pity that there is a lack of sunglasses and deck chairs, and there is no big beach around the tribe. Otherwise, under Han Cheng's control, this place will soon become a beach for future generations...
The people in the tribe dressed up like this, not because Han Cheng was too narrow-minded and wanted to experience the customs of later generations. In fact, he had no choice but to do so.
This last resort refers to linen.
Last year, although the tribe harvested several bamboo rafts of wild hemp from Yau Ma Tei, after retting, the amount of twine obtained was not too much.
If there isn't too much twine as raw material, then there won't be much cloth produced.
In addition, when making masks, another wave was consumed, so there was a lot less cloth in the tribe.
These reasons come together to create the cool breeze that is now prevalent in the Qingque tribe.
After all, clothes made in this way save the most fabric, and are more in line with the style of primitive people who go shirtless in summer.
Of course, the little thoughts hidden behind these great principles of a certain god's son can also be completed incidentally.
In this case, why not do it?
Of course, the child bride-in-law Bai Xuemei is not included in this list.
She wears more clothes than everyone else in the tribe.
In addition to the necessary two-piece suit for the female primitives in the tribe, she also wore an additional short-sleeved upper body that covered all the flesh on her body, and the shorts she wore on her lower body were also shorter than those of ordinary female primitives.
Be long.
The people of this tribe are not dissatisfied with this. After all, apart from the unusual relationship between Bai Xuemei and Shenzi, Bai Xuemei weaves the most linen.
In the eyes of everyone in the tribe, there is nothing wrong with Bai Xuemei wearing more cloth.
"Brother Cheng..."
A pair of feet wearing flip-flops appeared in front of me, and then there were shorts and short sleeves.
While blocking Han Cheng's view of the beautiful mountain peak, the child bride's somewhat aggrieved voice also sounded.
Han Cheng sniffed. A benevolent person enjoys mountains and a wise person enjoys water. As a benevolent and righteous person, he imitates those sages and appreciates the scenery, but this little child bride actually cares...
He raised his head and looked at the little child bride who had grown up a lot and looked aggrieved, and couldn't help but smile.
This little girl is so young, how could she be so aggrieved?
Of course, as for such grievance, Bai Xuemei's mouth became deflated.
I was wearing nothing in the room, and Brother Cheng didn't look at me very much, but now he secretly looked at Xiaomei Xiaoli and the others who were wearing clothes...
After Han Cheng persuaded her with kind words and agreed to look at her like this at night, the aggrieved Bai Xuemei turned from worry to joy and ran away happily.
Han Cheng shook his head and smiled helplessly, man...
While Han Cheng was sighing in a pretense of sadness, the truly sad person approached the Qingque tribe.
"#￥￥%#!"
When they were still some distance away from the Qingque Tribe, the leader of the Green Tribe asked someone to put the fur they were carrying on their backs in the grass and pull up some grass to cover it.
After doing this under the puzzled gaze of everyone in the tribe, and resting for a while, the leader of the green tribe headed towards the wealthy tribe with weapons for self-defense and the puzzled tribesmen.
Didn't the leader want to exchange his skins for salt? Why did he hide the skins now?
The leader of the Green Tribe, who had been melancholy for a long time in response to the questions from the tribe, finally showed a smile on his face.
The people in the tribe are still not as smart as themselves!
He sighed like this.
Of course there was a reason for doing this. He wanted to try to see if he could receive free salt from this tribe as he had done in the past.
If that doesn't work, go back and carry the leather on your back.
The leader of the Green Tribe, who likes to take advantage of others, is always very talented in this matter.
When he told these things to the tribesmen, everyone once again marveled at the leader's wisdom...
