Chapter 7 The listening wall doesn't respond to the following?! This is the end
Han Cheng swore that he had never tasted such delicious meat soup.
Although this meat soup was made in a unique way, without adding any seasonings, not even salt, he could still say with certainty that this was truly the most delicious food he had ever eaten.
After eating three bowls of water, Han Cheng finally ate all the minced meat in the 'bone bowl'.
The old primitive man seemed very happy that the wood-like Han Cheng could eat the food he invented.
He put the empty bone bowl back to its original place, looked at Han Cheng with a smile, and then tentatively said some words to him, accompanied by some gestures.
Han Cheng couldn't understand or figure out what the old primitive man meant. Even if he did, all he could respond was to roll his eyes and blink as usual.
The old primitive man worked hard like this for a while. Seeing that Han Cheng seemed to have difficulty understanding what he meant, he stopped doing useless work and turned around to start busy with his affairs.
After waking up today, Han Chengcheng knew that the old primitive man in front of him was a cultural man.
This is easy to figure out, because within this cave, there are many stone slabs placed in relatively independent small caves, with many simple and clumsy characters carved on them.
Well, maybe it can be described with pictures.
It was very similar to the ones he saw on the rock wall before crossing over.
And now the old primitive man is using a stone to slowly carve on a stone slab that is not full of writing.
What is a person who can write but a cultural person? Especially in primitive times.
Han Cheng squinted at the old primitive man's hand holding the stone, wanting to see what he was going to carve.
However, he didn't see a reason until he fell asleep.
This is not because the handwriting of the old primitive man is too primitive and Han Cheng cannot understand it, but because the writing speed of the old primitive man is so slow that Han Cheng has already fallen asleep before the two characters are written...
When I woke up again, the sky was already a little dark, and a kind of primitive man who went out came back with the joy of harvest.
"boom!"
The pot-bellied second senior brother shook his shoulders, and a heavy prey fell from his shoulders to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust and causing the flames to sway constantly and almost go out.
Han Cheng looked over and recognized that it was a wild boar. Judging from its size, it weighed about a hundred pounds. I don't know how they caught and killed such a big guy.
Today is a harvest day. In addition to this big wild boar, there are also three small wild boars weighing about ten pounds.
It seems that they took away the wild boar's family.
Some women spread out the animal skin packages they held in their hands, revealing the green-yellow fruits inside.
These fruits were placed in the place where senior brother took the fruits last night.
Everyone in the tribe looked happy and looked at this precious food with joy.
Because they caught a lot of prey today, they can have a nice meal!
Under the arrangement of the senior brother, the people in the cave started to fuck in an orderly and enthusiastic manner.
Junior Brother Sha used a stone knife to cut open the bellies of four wild boars of different sizes.
Remove all the internal organs of the wild boar and give the intestines to the lame, emaciated man.
The lame man, with the help of his wife, walked out of the cave with the intestines. Not long after, his wife came in with a hanging pile of processed pig intestines.
Leave it to the man in charge of making dinner while she goes out to help his man with the pig intestines.
Han Cheng blinked, but he didn't expect that this lame primitive man was also a master at dealing with intestines.
The others were not idle either. They were very busy peeling the skin, cutting the meat and grilling the intestines.
As everyone was busy, the smell of meat soon spread in the cave.
The food served tonight was indeed very rich. In addition to four pairs of pigs, a small wild boar was also roasted.
After the food is baked, it is the senior brother who takes the lead.
He tore off a fat piece from the roasted pork, took out a piece of intestine, and gave it to the old primitive man who was the first to give it to his master.
The old primitive man pointed at Han Cheng and said a few words and gestures to his senior brother. The senior brother nodded, then raised his head and looked at Han Cheng curiously.
Then he went out and took some more from the pile of baked food.
It was a dark patch that Han Cheng didn't recognize.
The sumptuous dinner began. There was plenty of food tonight. Even the lame primitive family who went to get the food at the end received enough food to fill their stomachs.
Seeing everyone happily eating meat, Han Cheng's stomach sang happily.
But no one paid attention to him. Everyone, including the old primitive people, was enjoying their hard-earned food.
Of course, old primitive people still eat slowly and leisurely.
When everyone else has finished eating and they have been combing each other's hair for a while, the old primitive will finally swallow the last bite of food.
Then he stood up, brought the bone bowl that Han Cheng had used once, picked up the dark and unidentifiable thing that the senior brother brought last, broke off a small piece with his hands, and crushed it with his hands.
, put into the bone bowl.
Han Cheng suddenly realized that this was roasted pork liver.
About ten minutes later, Han Cheng drank the delicious and unusual pork liver soup.
By this time, the cave had become dark.
By the time he finished eating, most of the people in the cave had gone to bed.
Han Cheng looked at this simple and quiet cave and the people in the cave, and his heart felt surprisingly peaceful.
Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, in this seemingly monotonous life, he felt what he had always wanted but could not get.
That is the slow pace of life.
Here, people don’t need to pursue too many things. As long as they have enough food to fill their stomachs every day, they can get the joy that emanates from deep within.
It's not like the later generations who were suffocated by invisible pressure every day.
I wish I could stay up all day, but I still feel like I don’t have enough time...
From this point of view, people in later generations may not really have the happiness that primitive people lived.
Han Cheng's somewhat ethereal thoughts were interrupted.
Maybe it's because they're full, but there are a lot of people who can't sleep tonight.
At this time, there were no good entertainment activities, unlike in later generations where you could beat the king or something like that. Therefore, primitive singing soon began to play in the cave.
One after another.
Han Cheng suddenly discovered a very serious problem. In the past, if he encountered such a scene, even if he didn't want to, something below him would react immediately. However, now, he doesn't even have the slightest feeling.
