Han Cheng sat at the entrance of the cave, leisurely watching the people who gathered in groups of three or four in the courtyard, bursting with great enthusiasm in the broad daylight, and occasionally took a sip of tea, almost commenting on what was done well and what was worth seeing. (It's not that there was tea, but we are used to calling hot water tea here, so I wrote it like this)

In his previous life, he had watched too many Japanese action movies and had seen all kinds of action. He had even seen the Guinness record-breaking scene with 500 people from Japan performing it simultaneously more than once.

Being used to the ups and downs of life, he was able to remain calm and unperturbed by the current small situation. It can be described as "Once you have seen the sea, all other puddles are but puddles; once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other mounds are but mounds."

Of course, part of the reason was that after he traveled through time, he became too young and had not yet developed to that age. Even if he wanted to do something, he was powerless...

Of course, he would not tell these to Tietou and others who were standing not far away, watching the scene in the courtyard with red faces and thick necks.

Shang did not participate in this event, not because he didn't want to, but because the eldest brother, as the leader, had assigned the tasks. There were still people from three tribes who had not arrived, so the people of the Qingque tribe had to conserve their strength.

Of course, this is also a way for the eldest brother to establish his authority.

After all, Shang, the leader of the original pig tribe, is still very powerful. Even if he cannot defeat the eldest brother, he is still a strong opponent.

As for the Son of God, the eldest brother was convinced and never thought too much about it. After all, the two were not people of the same level.

But for Shang, who once served as the leader of the Pig Tribe for a long time, he did not have such a broad mind. He would do some things in this regard intentionally or unintentionally. Of course, he did not go too far.

Shang stood on the low wall, looking as far as he could into the distance, hoping to divert his attention, but those little tunes that seemed to have magic kept drilling into his ears.

Shang looked down at his puffed-up leather skirt and couldn't help but reach out and knead it. He was now very much looking forward to the rest of the tribe coming soon...

Under Han Cheng's arrangement, some people from the Qingque tribe who did not participate in the war began to carry out large vats for cooking soup, and then made a fire to boil salted fish soup near the cave in the courtyard.

Damn, these guys have made great contributions. Not only are they enjoying themselves, but we also have to serve them food and drinks.

Han Cheng took advantage of others not noticing and secretly unzipped his leather pants. Looking at the little leader who was quietly staying there, he was filled with melancholy. Then he looked up at these burly primitive women, and his melancholy increased even more...

Once the amount of exercise increases, people will easily become hungry. Today, these people exercise enough, so naturally they get hungry quickly.

At the beginning, they were all immersed in another world and automatically blocked out these distractions.

But when the rich fragrance spread far and wide in the courtyard, these guys were quickly distracted.

The people of the Green Bird Tribe were better off because there was plenty of food in the tribe and there were no restrictions on their food. They could eat as much as they wanted, but there was one thing: they must not waste food.

In fact, no one is willing to waste food.

The people of the Green Tribe were in trouble. They had come from far away and were already quite tired. Moreover, the food they brought with them was only enough for a few days. In order to stay here for a few more days and bring back more seeds, the leader of the Green Tribe imposed food restrictions on the people of their tribe.

The original idea of ​​the leader of the Green Tribe was to wait until it was almost dark before distributing food to the people in the tribe, but after being treated like this by the Green Bird Tribe, his stomach began to growl.

He endured for a while, but couldn't bear it any longer, so he hurriedly finished the job. Then, he complained in his heart that the well-fed men of the Qingque tribe didn't know the hunger of the hungry men. You guys are making a fuss about food, but you can't make such a fuss about it? How can we, who have less food, survive if you do this? At the same time, he reluctantly went to get the food and prepared to distribute it to the tribe members.

At this moment, the eldest brother, who looked energetic, came with the two equally energetic spouses of the green tribe leader.

When the eldest brother saw the leader of the Green Tribe taking food, he waved at him.

The leader of the Green Tribe was puzzled by this, but when he understood what the eldest brother meant, he immediately became happy.

“￥%@”

He shouted and began to gather the tribesmen to eat food.

The leader of the Green Tribe was of course happy, because this way they would have a lot of food left, and smelling such a rich aroma, he had long wanted to taste what the food tasted like.

The leader of the Green Tribe still couldn't put into words how wonderful this delicious food tasted. It's not that he didn't eat any, but he couldn't think of any words to describe this food that he had never eaten before but was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating.

His tired words could not express this.

“Tsk, tsk.”

The leader of the Green Tribe was unwilling to waste even a bit of food. After finishing the food in the thing that was made of unknown substance and was called a 'bowl' by the Green Bird Tribe, he began to suck his juice-soaked fingers one by one.

There are also many green tribesmen who lick their bowls.

Han Cheng was speechless after watching this scene. Damn, these bowls are useless. I will use them to entertain foreign guests in the future.

Especially when he saw the leader of the Green Tribe sucking his fingers, Han Cheng's expression became even more complicated.

Because these guys are different from the people of the Green Bird Tribe. Under Han Cheng's high pressure, the people of the Green Bird Tribe have long developed the habit of washing their hands before meals, but the people of the Green Tribe do not do that.

If it were normal, it would be fine. The key is that these guys didn't do anything good today. It's hard to imagine what could be on their hands. And now they don't use chopsticks, but directly use their hands to scoop...

Han Cheng shuddered.

The leader of the Green Tribe didn't know what Han Cheng was thinking. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care, because that's what they did on a daily basis and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The leader of the Green Tribe felt like he was about to die of overeating, but looking at the still plenty of steaming food, he couldn't help but drool...

After the meal, the battle was far less intense than before. The main reason was the people of the Green Tribe. They were so full that they could hardly walk, so they had no energy to do these things.

Inside the deer pen, the old deer, whose fur looked a little dull, leisurely ate two mouthfuls of grass. He looked at the two-legged animals half-lying on the ground in the distance, with a flash of contempt in his eyes.

It ate the grass, raised its head proudly, and then walked with its slender legs to the back of a doe, and stood up...