Chapter 506 The witch of the Teng Snake tribe who can't hold down the lid of the coffin
The upper legs of Long Legs were almost healed, and he also joined the ranks of working. During this period of time, he always felt a little guilty because he only ate and did not work.
At this time, he was holding a bone shovel and shoveling the dirt that the others had fallen from the wheelbarrow from one side to the other.
The soil is covered with some chopped grass, and there are even several handfuls of table salt that they consider extremely precious!
Even though this was not the first time I saw tribesmen taking salt and spreading it on these mounds of soil, Long Legs still couldn't help but feel shocked and distressed.
How could such delicious and precious table salt be sprinkled into the soil like this?
All good things!
While I was shocked and distressed, I worked even more vigorously because I heard that this was a house that the Son of God would build for them to live in.
The house he built for himself and others actually contained such delicious and precious salt. How could he not be moved and work hard?
Recalling the selfish behavior of their tribe's witches who made some salt and ate it without anyone else except themselves and a few leaders, Long Legs felt more and more that the sons of gods and witches of this tribe were so generous and kind, which was admirable.
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He even felt that it turned out that the witches had a leader and that they should be executed.
The shaman of the Soaring Snake Tribe had been burned to ashes by fire. If he were to be buried, knowing what Long Legs was thinking, he would definitely lift the coffin board and come over and give Long Legs a few hard blows.
Then he pointed at his long legs and jumped furiously.
My own tribe only has a little bit of salt, but this tribe is constantly producing a large amount of salt. Is it possible to compare the two?
If one's own tribe could produce as much salt as this tribe's, there would be no problem in building a house and curing long legs into bacon.
Unfortunately, the shaman of the Soaring Snake Tribe had been burned to ashes, and he and the other members of the Soaring Snake Tribe who were also burned to ashes entered the cesspool of the Qingque Tribe.
After retting in it for a period of time, it will become fertilizer and fertilize the fields.
Therefore, even if one could understand the nagging thoughts in Long Legs's heart, at most it would only cause a few more sticky bubbles to pop out of the manure pit.
Long Legs, who was thinking about these things in his mind, took the bone shovel and kept turning the pile of soil with "seasoning" to the other side.
After such a stirring, the salt and hay sprinkled on the surface of the mound will be mixed with the soil evenly.
Then someone scooped a bowl of water and poured some water on it. After it was a little moist, he scooped it up and put it into the mold that had been cut out.
After hard ramming, it became a wall.
After turning over a pile of soil, the long legs straightened up and looked at the section of earth wall that had appeared as a result of their work. They couldn't help but feel a little shaken.
It turns out that walls and houses didn't exist from the beginning, they were actually built by humans.
It turns out that in addition to gathering, hunting, and attacking other tribes, people can actually do such great things!
Long Legs looked at his hands and then at the earthen wall. He was a little excited but also a little disbelieving.
He couldn't believe it, but they actually built this wall like this.
While Long Legs was looking at the earthen wall they had built and feeling excited, Han Cheng, who was standing on the wall, was also looking at the working people.
The selection of the sites for the two slave courtyards and the implementation of corresponding measures made him feel stoned.
Moreover, these slaves have not resisted their status as slaves for a period of time. They all followed his arrangements and worked peacefully without any trouble.
That's good, Han Cheng thought to himself, with a smile on his face.
According to his temperament, as long as these slaves are obedient and don't act randomly, he will not do anything too harsh.
Like Zhou Papi, he would get up earlier than the chickens and pretend to be crowing to get the long-term workers to get up and work in the fields. This would never happen to him.
Isn't it too hard for a slave owner to wake up earlier than a chicken?
His eyes lingered on the group of slaves who were busy building houses for a while, and then he passed them and came to the east side of the wall, downstream of the creek.
The flax in the tribe has been retting. They have finally recovered from the war. The people who have free hands, under the arrangement of Han Cheng, are taking out the flax bundles and peeling the flax.
By now, hemp has become an indispensable crop for the Qingque tribe.
In addition to the increasing use of linen, hemp rope is stronger and easier to use than rope grass, which is also an important factor.
So after freeing up his hands, Han Chenggong immediately asked people to peel and wash the hemp.
This is just right for weaving in the house when the weather is cold in winter.
I just don't know how the Fire Tribe's hemp cultivation went, and whether they started weaving.
Han Cheng thought of the tribe with a large population in the lower reaches of the river.
After watching everyone peeling hemp from a distance for a while, Han Cheng turned his attention to the west of the tribe.
After the leaves have fallen, the forest looks much clearer. Through the branches, the gaze can extend much further inside.
However, it was still quiet there, and there was no sign of anyone returning from the expedition.
Han Cheng thought this, then shook his head and smiled.
I secretly thought that I was too impatient. It had only been a few days and I was already thinking about the return of my senior brother and the others.
According to what Tu Mao said before, they had just arrived at the Soaring Snake Tribe's lair at this time, and it would still be quite some time before they could return.
Just wait.
But this kind of waiting is really excruciating.
However, this kind of suffering was immediately diluted a lot, because a joyful cry came from behind: "Brother Cheng!"
Han Cheng turned around and saw that Bai Xuemei had quickly climbed up the wooden ladder.
Han Cheng, who was condescending, had an absolute advantage. Looking through her collar, he could see a trembling white.
Bai Xuemei didn't notice Han Cheng's unserious gaze, and even if she did, she wouldn't care too much.
After all, the two of them had already done countless things that were even more improper than this.
"Brother Cheng, I made something good!"
After Bai Xuemei climbed up, she reached out and took Han Cheng's arm, jumping up and down with joy.
Feeling the soft and bouncy touch on his arm, Han Cheng was worried that Bai Xuemei's hug was not tight enough, so he very considerately moved his arm closer to her arms.
Then he smiled and asked: "What good thing? Let me see."
In fact, even if Bai Xuemei hadn't said anything, Han Cheng could have guessed what the good things Bai Xuemei was talking about. However, seeing his young daughter-in-law being so happy, he couldn't bear to spoil her interest and deliberately asked along the way.
"Guess what!"
As he said "Guess what," he let go of Han Cheng's arm, reached into his pocket, and took out the thing.
