Chapter 413 People die for wealth, birds die for food
Han Cheng took his own ID card in his hand, then started to pick up the remaining ones, recited them aloud, and handed them out to everyone.
There are also children, but they are basically over three years old.
Children under three years old do not have ID cards because their loss rate is relatively high.
People who receive Tao ID cards hold the ID cards in their hands and play with them carefully and curiously. Sometimes several people will get together to compare and discuss.
I was amazed by the unexpected beauty of the ID card.
I don’t know who put the headband on, but carefully drilled a small hole in the exquisite pottery ID, then passed it through with a thin leather rope and tied it around the neck.
Within two days, except Han Cheng, everyone in the Qingque tribe with ID cards did this.
A good ID card has now become something like an accessory.
Looking at the tribal people with uniformly woven ID cards hung around their necks, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing.
Fortunately, we are not in the future. If we were in the future, we would be in trouble if we dared to drill a hole in our ID card.
But this is fine, since they are both worn around the neck, so they can identify each other at a glance.
And it’s not easy to lose.
The ID card of the Qingque tribe, to a certain extent, can be regarded as combining the functions of the household registration book and the ID card of later generations into one.
Pottery ID cards also have additional meanings attached to wooden ID cards, similar to the different household registrations in later generations.
As time goes by, after the sun sets, the temperature is not as hot as before.
On days like this, the hundreds of acres of millet around the Qingque tribe became fuller day by day.
Sometimes, all it takes is a gust of wind to blow by, and there will be a fragrance of ripening millet, which will envelope the entire tribe.
This kind of fragrance makes everyone in the Qingque tribe feel energetic.
The sky turned bright, and the wooden door creaked. Wu, who seemed less sleepy, walked out of the room. After washing, he fed the rabbits with grass as usual.
After picking up the rabbit and petting it for a while, he, accompanied by Junior Brother Sha and another person, walked out of the tribe gate and walked toward the slightly yellowed grain field to the east.
Circling around this large field of millet belonging to the tribe has become another major hobby of the shaman.
Looking at the excellent growth of the millet, he sometimes bent down to pull out some grass from the field. He couldn't do enough of these things.
At the beginning, Han Cheng was a little worried about his safety and worried that he would be tired, but after a period of time, Jian Wu's spirit became better and better, and he stopped saying anything.
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However, when the witch goes out for a walk, there will be at least two people accompanying him with weapons.
After all, this is the primitive era, not the later generations where all wild beasts must be deliberately protected by humans to survive.
"boom!"
Junior Brother Sha, who was walking with Wu on the edge of the millet field, suddenly stopped, opened his bow and nocked an arrow. When the bow string sounded, an arrow suddenly flew out like a shooting star.
"boom!"
Where the arrow fell, a group of black birds suddenly rose from the millet field like a black cloud.
It chirped and landed on a tree not far away, waiting for these hateful two-legged beasts to leave and continue to come back to eat these rare and rich delicacies.
"shoot!"
"Shoot them!"
When they landed on the tree and cursed these hairless monkeys for not letting them eat well, the hairless monkeys were also cursing them.
After discovering that the food that his tribe had worked so hard to grow had been stolen, Wu Shi lost all trace of his old age. He pointed at the birds that had harmed the crops, jumped on his feet and cursed. He was even more energetic than when he was dancing to the Great God.
"stretch!"
Junior Brother Sha followed his good example and drew his bow again, and an arrow flew out. A bird standing on the tree screamed, and was carried forward by the arrow for a certain distance before plunging to the ground.
Seeing the power of the hairy monkey, these birds screamed in panic, flapped their wings and flew away.
Wu, an elder who still had lingering anger, was still angrily cursing in the direction in which the birds were leaving. He was so excited that he even spoke the tribal dialect.
Man will die for money, and bird will die for food. This saying is not true at all.
The large expanses of millet that are about to mature around the Qingque Tribe are an irresistible temptation for these birds.
Before the witch's curses disappeared, these birds that circled half in the air landed again about a mile away from him, and continued to chirp and feast on their friends.
From time to time, some sporadic birds spread their wings and flew over to join the feast.
"Shoot! Shoot them!"
Wu's eyes were red, and as he said this to Junior Brother Sha, he already bent down to find a piece of earth, and threw it at those damn birds with all his strength.
Of course he couldn't throw it across such a long distance.
Junior Brother Sha, who was also a little annoyed, approached from behind and fired his bow again...
"shoot……"
In the fields in the early morning, the angry howls of witches kept ringing, and they were much more confident than when they were offering sacrifices to the gods.
"Why hasn't the witch come back yet?"
Han Cheng muttered, in the past, even if he went out for a walk, he would not come back for so long...
Looking at Wu who was panting, with bird feathers on his head, holding a bunch of dead birds in his hands, and cursing from time to time, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing.
Old children, old children, sometimes when people get older, they do become a little childish in some behaviors.
In order to vent his anger on the witch, Han Cheng specially gave the tribesmen another meal and roasted all the birds.
"Son of God, these birds..."
While Wu was chewing the bird meat, he seemed a little worried as he spoke.
This morning's troubles made him almost helpless towards these annoying birds like flies.
After hearing what Wu said about driving away these birds, Han Cheng also nodded. What Wu said was indeed a very necessary thing.
The ecology at this time is really great, and there are many kinds of birds. After the news that there is a large area of delicious food in the Qingque Tribe spread in the bird world, there is no shortage of flat-haired animals here to catch the autumn wind.
If there is no control and they are allowed to continue like this, by the time the millet is fully mature and can be harvested, the fruits above will have shrunk by almost 10% or more.
"It's okay, I have a solution."
Han Cheng said to Wu confidently.
Hearing what Han Cheng said, Wu immediately felt relieved. He finished the meal quickly and asked Han Cheng to quickly use his methods to control those annoying birds.
