When Zaidou and the others looked back, Han Cheng also looked back at these guys a few times.
Let's talk to a witch about this matter. Compared to ordinary tribesmen, witches are more receptive to new things, so he might be able to explain this matter more clearly.
While walking back, Han Cheng muttered in his heart.
Walking into the courtyard, I looked at the granary from a distance. Sure enough, there was a wizard holding a rabbit, looking into the granary.
Seeing this scene, Han Cheng instantly wanted to take back what he had just said.
The witch who is addicted to catching mice, lying in front of the crack in the door and peeking in secretly, looks a little too obscene.
And how could anyone lie down at the crack of the door and keep looking after the trap?
At the beginning, the mice were not familiar with these routines. Now, after suffering successive losses, the mice have learned the tricks and will not be easily fooled again.
You are still guarding the door. How dare the mouse dare to continue to eat the food on the trap under your insidious gaze?
You are not a cat. A cat guards in front of a mouse hole and can catch a mouse if it pokes its head out. However, it is useless for you to stay here...
Han Cheng had told Wu about this more than once, but his words were of little use to Wu. Soon he would continue to come to the door and peek inside. Sometimes he could take a peek all morning long.
More dedicated than cats.
Han Cheng had nothing to do with his hobby of witchcraft, which was born out of 'hate'.
If the old man likes to do such a thing, then do it, but he is worried that his body will not be able to bear it if things continue like this.
When Wu noticed someone coming, he turned his head with some annoyance on his face.
You know without asking that no mice fell into the trap.
Looking at the shaman who looked a little aggrieved, Han Chengdu wondered whether he should wait until he had more time to call on the people in the tribe to go to the wild to feed the voles.
Then put the caught mice into the tribe's granary and let them enter the trap again, making the witch happy.
Just like leader Hao Jiannu who went diving to hang a fish on the leader's fishhook...
Not long ago, Han Cheng was complaining about Dou Cao and their inner drama, but in fact, as the son of a god, his inner drama is even richer.
The corners of his mouth curled up to expel these unreliable thoughts. Han Cheng, who didn't want the tribe's granary to become a mouse paradise, began to tell Wu more specific things about the tribe's expansion and planning...
Han Cheng found that he had thought wrongly about another thing. Regarding the matter of tearing down the courtyard wall for expansion and demolishing some houses to build new ones, Wu was not enlightened at all. Like people like Dou, he also felt that
Living in the tribe is pretty good now.
Slight expansion is okay, but large-scale expansion is really not necessary.
When Han Cheng was slightly stunned by this unexpected incident, Wu was also looking at Han Cheng in a daze.
How can such a good thing be dismantled at the drop of a hat?
At this time, Han Cheng finally realized the mistake he had made in this matter.
As a person who was completely at odds with rats because they stole some of the tribe's food, if you told him that the tribe's big walls and some houses should be demolished, it would be strange if he would agree immediately.
This is what Han Cheng is saying. If others dare to mention these things in front of the witch, even though the witch is old and his arms and legs are no longer flexible, the witch can still jump up and let the person know that the old man is going crazy.
Come on, it hurts the same.
Compared with other people in the tribe, shamans who have been engaged in civil service for a long time are undoubtedly able to speak more and give more sufficient reasons.
"The wall surrounding the house is too good? Would it be a pity to tear it down?"
Han Cheng secretly muttered what Wu said.
You have never seen those buildings that were demolished in later generations. After you see them, you will no longer say that it would be a pity to demolish them...
"Okay, you can continue to guard the mice here..."
After talking for a while, Han Da Shenzi, who felt overwhelmed by his superiority, turned around and walked away with a prophetic loneliness and helplessness.
It turns out that after surpassing everyone to a certain extent, it is really so lonely... Han Cheng, possessed by Dugu Qiubai, thought hypocritically.
With so many people in the tribe, there should be someone who can understand my feelings and understand my intentions, right?
So Godson Han went to find the person in the tribe whom he had most misled. This person was getting some pockmarked stones there.
Han Cheng's idea came to nothing once again. He briefly turned his attention away from using hemp skin to make paper. He looked up at the Son of God. After pondering for a while, he made the same choice as the others in the tribe.
.
In the past, he lived in caves and slept crowded together with many people, so he didn't realize how crowded the tribe was now.
On the contrary, he also felt that living together like this was quite lively.
As for the lack of clear functional divisions in the tribe, the buildings being too dense, and the gradual mixture of some serious things, Shitou, like other people in the tribe, did not notice much.
He stretched out his hand and patted Shitou on the shoulder, asking Shitou to continue studying making paper from hemp leather. Han Cheng left here looking a little melancholy and walked elsewhere.
Shitou touched the melon seeds on his head with his big wet hands, looked at Shenzi's back with some confusion, and then didn't think deeply, and then started to feel numb.
Different life situations lead to different views on the same thing.
For example, now, Han Cheng feels that today's tribe has become increasingly crowded and the functional divisions are unreasonable and chaotic. However, everyone in the tribe feels that this situation is very good and there is nothing wrong with it.
"Sometimes it's too advanced and not very good..."
Han Dashenzi, who was very hurt, hugged his son and spoke in a slightly pretentious manner. The only response he received was the babbling of Little Pea, which he couldn't understand what he meant.
After coaxing his son to play for a while, he felt uncomfortable, so Han Chenggong started to do things that seemed childish.
He found a broken clay pot, got a lot of ashes from the bottom of the pot, scooped some water and stirred it to make a simple, rough ink.
Then he found a large brush made of wild boar hair and tied it to a stick. Then he carried these tools and walked out of the gate and outside the tribe's wall.
I looked around, found a place that was more pleasing to the eye, and started to dip in ink and swipe at it.
Of course, it is not a slogan that is easy to misunderstand, such as "It is the unshirkable responsibility of the village party secretary to make the whole village pregnant with a second child." Instead, it first draws a big circle on it, and writes big words inside the circle.
word.
After I finished writing, I tilted my head and looked at it. The more I read, the more pleasing it became to my eyes.
