Before holding this ceremony, Han Chenggong had already told him the meaning of Qingque Wine through his senior brother.
Not only did he tell him the meaning of Qingque Wine, he also told him the punishment he would receive if he regretted drinking Qingque Wine.
He was no stranger to beheading in public. The previous incident where the leader of the Bone Tribe was decapitated by his senior brother with a bone knife became very clear in his mind.
After drinking Qingque Wine, their Green Tribe will truly cease to exist.
As the leader of the Qingque Tribe, his feelings at this time will naturally be different from those of the average Qingque Tribe.
Of course, his hesitation did not last long. Whether it was the original living conditions of their tribe or the current beautiful life of the Qingque tribe, he had no time or room for hesitation.
He raised his head and drank a bowl of Qingque wine...
The wind was blowing, the snow was falling, and the snowflakes hit the windows covered with animal skins, making a rustling sound.
In the room, the fire in the fire pit was burning slowly, and the smoke slowly floated out from the chimney built at the back of the room, and soon merged with the dim sky.
The former leader of the Green Tribe was sitting on the heated Kang, holding a small wooden sign in his hand and looking down at it seriously.
The surface of the wooden sign is smooth and clean. There are three characters engraved on the front, the two on the top are Qingque and the one on the bottom is "Valley".
On the back of the wooden sign, there is a depiction of a green bird spreading its wings and about to fly.
Gu, the former leader of the Green Tribe, now fully understands the meaning of this thing.
This is his status symbol, proving that he is a member of the Qingque tribe.
The thumb of his right hand gently rubbed the word "Valley".
After several days of studying in a large brick house with tiles, he already knew this word and understood its meaning.
It is not only its own name, but also a food name.
The most delicious millet porridge and dry millet rice eaten by the tribe are a kind of grain.
Seeing the word "Valley", the original leader of the Green Tribe felt a little uncomfortable.
Because only now did he know that the yellow, delicious and hungry food was made from weeds that he thought were not tasty at all...
Of course, this kind of discomfort will not last too long, because if he had realized that the weeds were so delicious, he would not be able to enjoy such a life at this time...
He rubbed it for a while and then hung the small wooden tag called 'ID card' around his neck, just like everyone else in the tribe.
Gu knew that there was a more exquisite type of card called an ID card, which was made of precious pottery.
He wanted such an ID card, but the Son of God did not give it to him. Instead, he said that he could only get it after the fruit matured twice in a large area.
If you want to get it in advance, you can, but you need to make a relatively large contribution to the tribe.
The fruit matured twice over a large area, and it took too long. Gu didn't want to wait, so he secretly made up his mind to work hard after the beginning of spring and try to replace the wooden ID card with a ceramic one as soon as possible.
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Because people with ceramic ID cards can live in houses with roofs made of tiles.
A house with a straw roof is so comfortable, but a house with a tile roof would be even more comfortable to live in, right?
Regarding this kind of differential treatment, Gu, like many people from the original green tribe, felt uncomfortable.
But when the Son of God came with the leader named Eldest Brother, he told them how they had built the tribe into the rich and powerful place it is today, and how much hardship they endured in order to build the thatched roof house they live in now, and asked Qing Qing
After the old man from the Que Tribe spread his palm out for them to see, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of Gu and some people from the Yuanlu Tribe quickly disappeared.
Except for a few, the old people in the tribe have a thick layer of calluses on their hands.
Even the noble Son of God still has calluses on his palms.
Yes, they have never given anything to this tribe, and now they can enjoy such treatment, which is already very good.
If you want to get better treatment, you can only work hard to contribute to the tribe like the old men in the tribe...
If words are not explained clearly and ideological work is not done, the ideological realm will not reach a certain height.
If you want to prevent your thoughts from slipping, you must do ideological work...
Han Cheng was squatting in front of the hot charcoal pot in the room, holding some marinated mutton skewered with bamboo skewers in his hand. He was salivating over the grilled sizzling and oily mutton skewers, feeling proud in his heart.
thinking.
As a person from later generations, he knows more clearly than people of this era how much influence thoughts have on a person.
Otherwise, there would not be so many people who have been brainwashed by MLM organizations and are unable to pull them out.
The changes that happened to the people of the Green Tribe were basically within his expectations. After all, the people of the Green Tribe had always longed for their tribe, so it would be easier to absorb and integrate them...
After several rounds of breeding sheep and lambs, the tribe's sheep now number eighteen, which is quite a number.
There were originally nineteen of them, but for some reason, that one has been looking depressed in the past few days.
Han Cheng couldn't bear to see it, so he asked someone to rescue it from this state.
Doing good deeds always makes people happy. Han Cheng, who rescued the sheep from depression, looked at the ten skewers of fat and thin mutton skewers that had been grilled in his hand, and he was also smiling.
However, his smile did not last long before it turned into a slightly helpless and bitter smile.
Because he had already heard the footsteps walking all the way from the window.
You don't need to think about it to know that it is the child bride-in-law Bai Xuemei who is here.
"Squeak~"
The door with some gaps opened, and Bai Xuemei, who had grown taller with braids, walked in. She came all the way to Han Cheng's side. Looking at the mutton skewers in Han Cheng's hand, she couldn't help but poke out a little pink.
Use your pink tongue to lick your lips.
Han Cheng sniffed. This little wife was really good at telling time. Even though she was weaving there, she always appeared in the room exactly when she was grilling the skewers.
Han Cheng handed out six skewers to Bai Xuemei, who stood aside and watched eagerly without saying a word. Bai Xuemei immediately became happy.
Without Han Cheng being lowered, she separated out three strings, ran to another room, and gave them to the witch.
Then he ran back quickly, and while running, he opened his small mouth and bit into a piece of meat.
The little mouth moved quickly, and the lips became redder because they were stained with grease. In a short time, all the skewers of mutton were wiped out.
Looking at Bai Xuemei's ferocious eating look, Han Cheng suddenly felt that some parts of his body were a little cold...
