The picture that appeared in Han Cheng's mind was the picture in the history textbook.

It was a large bronze mask.

The mask was covered with rust and verdigris.

The eyeballs, nose and mouth on the bronze mask appear particularly prominent.

Such masks look unique and are particularly different from mainstream historical relics. They look unique.

Along with these masks, there are also some bronze trees that are also very unique.

Next to these pictures, there is some introduction about Sanxingdui.

Recalling the picture he had seen before in his mind, and staring at the bronze mask in his hand for a while, Han Cheng's shock became more and more intense.

The mask in his hand was far from being as sophisticated as the mask in the picture in his memory, and it also had many differences compared to the mask in the picture.

But if you compare them carefully, you can still see some similarities.

Just like the eyes on the mask in his hand that look particularly protruding!

Sanxingdui was the ancient Shu Kingdom before the Qinling Mountains. Now, the place where we are is also the area south of the Qinling Mountains. Geographically, it also belongs to the ancient Shu Kingdom.

Comparing the similarities between the simple mask in his hand and the exquisite mask in the Sanxingdui civilization, Han Cheng's heart couldn't help but pound.

Everything he saw before him, and so many coincidences, made him associate the two things together.

Could it be that the Red Tiger Tribe was the tribe that created the Sanxingdui civilization?

Is this the person who created the early Sanxingdui civilization?

Now, the place where I am is where there is a Red Tiger Tribe that I have almost destroyed. Is it the early Sanxingdui civilization?

Thinking about these things in his mind, Han Cheng's mouth opened wider and wider, and he was more and more shocked.

At the same time, there was a strange and indescribable feeling rising from my heart.

My whole head felt dizzy.

If it is really as I guessed, and according to the normal historical process, I seem to have made a big mistake inadvertently!

Han Cheng stared at the bronze mask in his hand for a long time. He felt dizzy and had many thoughts dancing in his mind. He shook his head vigorously.

He threw aside all the thoughts that were triggered by the bronze mask in his mind.

Regardless of whether the Red Tiger Tribe has some intricate connection with Sanxingdui as he guessed, the Red Tiger Tribe has now been occupied by his own tribe.

Except for a few people, the rest either died or integrated into their own tribes.

Han Cheng had nothing else to say except to cheer up those Red Tiger tribe members who had escaped and encourage them to keep working hard to develop the tribe again.

After all, he is so busy and there are many things to do in his tribe. How can he always think about these things?

Moreover, even if the Red Tiger tribe is gone, we still have our own tribe.

If we ignore the historical complex, as far as the current situation is concerned, the Qingque tribe, which has its own existence, is more capable of shouldering the responsibility of development, making this area better and developing a culture.

Of course, even if it is not suitable, Han Cheng will definitely try his best to make it suitable.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart, and he also understood why the Red Tiger Tribe's level of development surpassed many tribes of this era.

The grass root standing aside, looking at the Son of God who kept staring at the bronze mask in his hand, with his expression changing constantly, couldn't help but reach out and scratch his head.

He was very confused and didn't know why the Son of God of his tribe would be like this.

This strange thing made of bronze doesn't look very good, it's very rough, and the quality is not as good as those in his own tribe.

Apart from being weird, there is nothing else to recommend it.

Besides, it's of no use.

It is not sharp and cannot be used as a knife for cutting.

It cannot be used as a tool for labor.

Its only use seems to be to wear it on the face.

But what kind of use is this?

It's of no use other than getting in the way.

In the eyes of the grassroots, the use of this thing is not as great as a hoe in their tribe.

He picked it up and showed it to the Son of God because the thing had a strange shape, so he brought it to show the Son of God of his tribe.

But I didn't expect that this thing would attract such attention from the Son of God.

Could it be that this thing, which looks very strange but is actually useless, has some use that I don't know about?

Otherwise, how could the extremely intelligent and wise Son of God of his tribe become like this?

As Cao Gen was thinking with great curiosity, Han Cheng, who had been staring at the bronze mask for a long time in a daze, shifted his gaze away from the bronze mask.

"Since they don't want to go out, let them continue to live in here."

Han Cheng pointed at the noseless people of the Red Tiger tribe and gave these instructions to the grassroots.

It’s good that these people like to stay here, as they can continue to work as miners and technicians and contribute to their tribe.

Han Cheng likes to see people like this the most.

"However, the technology they have now is no longer usable. We need to pass on our tribe's advanced technology and experience to them so that they can produce better products."

Han Cheng gave another explanation.

Cao Gen nodded vigorously to indicate that he had taken note of it.

Han Chengdu plans to develop the various minerals in this valley.

It won't work just by relying on these women who are missing their noses.

In the future, we will need to continue to arrange people to increase the development of these minerals.

For these women without noses, Han Cheng will not change some of their habits. He will let them continue to live like this according to their own habits.

But Han Cheng decided to change some habits.

For example, they don't get married or have children.

This habit is not a good habit.

It is too cruel to stifle women's nature and deprive them of the opportunity to become mothers.

Han Cheng must correct such a cruel thing.

I have been working here all the time, but when I have time to work, there are a few fat kids chattering around me. When I get tired of working, I can beat up the fat kids to stretch my muscles and relieve my emotions. Isn't that comfortable?

It’s settled!

Han Cheng couldn't help rubbing his hands, thinking this excitedly.

Of course, the most important thing is that while doing these things, the population in one's own tribe can also achieve a good growth.

As for whether the children born to these women would also lack noses, this was not within Han Cheng's consideration at all.

After all, these women's noses were cut off later in life, not formed congenitally.

So there is no need to worry about passing it on to the next generation.

"When arranging people to come in to work, arrange more men to come in and let them live with these women."

Han Cheng said this to the long-legged person walking beside him.

A good girl is afraid of being clingy.

Even before these people, under the cruel rules of the Red Tiger Tribe, the idea of ​​not living a happy life and not having children had become so deeply rooted in their minds. As they lived together day and night, they fell in love with each other over time, and driven by human nature, one night, such restrictions would be broken!

As for whether there would be male primitives who disliked these nose-less female primitives for being ugly and thus refused to have fun with them, Han Cheng was not worried at all.

After all, as one big guy in the comment section said, when some men get excited, they even do that to ewes.

These women, although they only lack a nose, are still much prettier than sows.

"We should also arrange for some women to come here, and it would be best if their spouses were also here so that they can all live together."

Han Cheng thought about it and spoke to Changtui again.

This move is just adding fuel to the fire.

Even if some people can finally hold on to some lines because of some things, they will become vulnerable in front of the primitive tunes created by the actual actions of the people around them...

It can be said that Han Dashenzi is also very insidious and cunning.

After walking around the mineral-rich valley of the Red Tiger Tribe for a few times and making some arrangements, Han Cheng, accompanied by Changtui and others, finally left the valley and came to the hill next to the Red Tiger Tribe's residence to look out over the place.

"Don't demolish these houses yet. Just live in them and plant rice in the surrounding paddy fields that haven't been planted yet.

After the rice seedlings were planted, a wall was built around the houses.

Han Cheng stood on the top of the mountain and pointed at the residential area of ​​the Red Tiger tribe.

Cao Gen standing nearby nodded vigorously, indicating that he had taken careful note of the matter.

Of course, Cao Gen nodded vigorously.

Because Han Cheng had already said that he would be allowed to temporarily manage the Red Tiger Tribe and be responsible for various affairs.

Red Tiger Tribe?

Han Cheng muttered this in his mind, then shook his head.

This sounds a bit awkward.

The Red Tiger Tribe has disappeared, and now this place has become the place of my own tribe. I still call it the Red Tiger Tribe, the Red Tiger Tribe, but I always feel that something is not right, which makes people think of something.

Especially those people from the original Red Tiger tribe.

It's time to change the name of this place.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart.

After this thought came to mind, something quickly appeared in Han Cheng's mind.

This thing was none other than that very crude bronze mask.

This is the residential area of ​​the Red Tiger tribe, so let’s call it Sanxingdui from now on.

After this thought came to his mind, Han Cheng quickly decided on it.

The name Sanxingdui is indeed appropriate for the occasion.

In fact, at the beginning, Han Cheng wanted to remove the "dui" at the end of the name and make it a two-character name because it sounded better and was easier to pronounce.

But after realizing that removing the "pile" would turn it into three stars, Han Cheng gave up the idea.

This is not only because Samsung's thing is easy to explode and hurt people, but more importantly, it is to prevent the Koreans from disgusting people.

Although Han Cheng knew that his worry was a bit groundless, he still decided not to call him that.

It is better to call it Sanxingdui, which is more pleasant and safer.

Well, it doesn’t seem very safe.

Because some people who have no brains and are used to inventing history, if they really take it seriously, they can invent all the races and all the history of the world as the derivatives of their civilization...

Shaking his head, Han Cheng threw away the shameless behavior of these shameless people and continued to stand here and watch the Red Tiger Tribe plan their settlement...

At night, an oil lamp flickered, illuminating the dark room.

Han Cheng sat at the table, holding a brush in one hand, and carefully combed the tip of the brush beside the bluestone inkstone. Then he sat up straight, transferred the pen in his hand to the paper, and began to write seriously.

He wrote every stroke very carefully.

A man who is serious is the most handsome.

But this kind of handsomeness can't last long.

“Clatter.”

"Bang!"

Such a sound was heard in the quiet room.

Han Cheng crumpled the paper that had just been written on into a ball and then threw it hard into the corner of the room.

In this corner, there are seven or eight similar paper balls.

These were all left there by Han Cheng tonight.

Standing up, Han Cheng rubbed his head hard with his ink-stained fingers and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This calligraphy is still difficult.

Ever since he got the brush, Han Cheng has been practicing calligraphy a lot.

With his continuous practice, his calligraphy has definitely improved greatly.

But those are small characters. It is still easy to write badly when writing big characters.

After rubbing his head, Han Cheng walked around the room for a while. Still unable to find his state, Han Cheng finally changed things to do and decided to write the three big words "Sanxingdui" later.

Han Cheng sat back at the table and took out a booklet from the desk.

There are many numbers written on the booklet.

He flipped through it for a while, turned to a page, and then spread it out.

What is recorded above is the population size of the tribe.

Then he took out a few more papers from the side.

Open it and spread it on the table.

There are a lot of numbers written on this paper.

What is recorded above is the statistical changes in the tribe’s population since the last time Han Cheng counted the population.

Han Cheng looked at the numbers and calculated. After adding and subtracting for a while, Han Cheng drew a horizontal line at the bottom of the paper and wrote a new number below - seven thousand five hundred and twenty-three!

(Thanks to my book friend SeaL for the 10,000-dollar reward, haha…)