"Hiss~"

Han Cheng couldn't help but take another breath. It wasn't because he felt so terrified when he saw the Dou Zong expert, but because he felt a sharp pain in his arm. The sour feeling was so painful that it was impossible to describe it in words.

His right arm was already red and swollen, with a bulge in the middle that was a little white and had some blood spots.

"Damn it, why is this damn thing available now?"

Han Cheng, whose hands and face were purple, scratched the red and swollen area on his arm vigorously while cursing indignantly.

Um, don’t worry, the purple color on Han Shenzi’s hands and face is not caused by poisoning, but for other reasons.

The story begins from yesterday.

Yesterday, the rafters and fences of the first new house built by Qingque tribe had been tied together and laid. When they were preparing to mix mud and paste it on the roof, the weather turned bad and it started to rain, so the work of roofing the house had to be temporarily stopped.

Fortunately, it was not a violent storm. Even a house without a roof could withstand such rain.

The rain was drizzling and had not stopped until today. Han Cheng, wearing a large bamboo hat, checked the houses in the courtyard. When he thought of the dozen or so mulberry trees four or five miles away, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Not that he was thinking of silkworms again.

Now that the leather pants have become much softer after being treated with nitrate, he is no longer obsessed with using silk to make pants.

What made his heart suddenly jump was the mulberries, those small fruits that were purple-red and sour-sweet.

This thing was Han Cheng's favorite when he was a child. It can be compared with popsicles, Tang Monk's meat, Nan De and Beijing instant noodles.

Now that I have been thrown into the primitive society, I can forget about the last three things in the short term, but I can savor the mulberry again.

I remember that in my previous life, mulberries usually ripened around the time when wheat was ripe. The climate where Han Cheng is now is not much different from that in his previous life, so it should be around this time.

In Han Cheng's hometown in his previous life, wheat usually matured more than a month after rapeseed was harvested. Roughly calculating the time, mulberries would also mature around this time.

Han Cheng slapped his head and thought to himself that he was stupid. How could he almost forget such an important thing?

Once the thought of eating mulberries comes to mind, it grows like wild weeds and I can no longer hold it back, making me not want to wait even a moment longer.

Han Cheng went back to the house and called several senior brothers who were resting in the cave, and asked them to bring weapons and accompany him to the mulberry forest.

Han Cheng usually would not go away from the tribe alone. He now values ​​his life very much.

Thanks to his efforts, the Qingque tribe lived better and better, and there were signs that they were gradually moving closer to the rural areas of the last century. Wouldn't it be a great loss if they lost their lives just because of eating mulberries at this time?

The eldest brother and his companions naturally agreed to the Son of God's proposal. These days, the eldest brother and his companions were either building walls or houses, and they had not gone far for a long time. When they heard Han Cheng's words, they felt a little itchy and followed the eight of them.

If there weren't so few bamboo hats in the tribe, there would definitely be more people following.

The production of bamboo hats started at the beginning of spring this year.

The one who took action was still Lame.

The reason for making conical hats is that umbrellas are too troublesome to make, and the Qingque tribe does not have the required raw materials at the moment, so they can only make conical hats as a second choice, mainly for people standing guard in the rain.

With flexible tree branches, straw and ropes, and Han Cheng's guidance, making a bamboo hat was not a difficult task for the dexterous Bo.

First, use wood to weave out a hollow cylinder about five or six centimeters deep and more than ten centimeters in diameter. This is used to be worn on the head.

Then, several tree branches used as "bones" for weaving the cylinder were bent outward and downward, forming an angle of about 45 degrees with the main body of the cylinder.

Continue using these wooden sticks as the skeleton, and use tree branches to weave several circles from top to bottom to make it into an inverted cone shape.

Then use ropes to tie the thatch, cut into pieces of about 15 centimeters, from bottom to top in circles around the horizontal wooden strips. In order to prevent rain from leaking on the tip of the hat, you can put a small piece of animal skin there to cover it.

The suffering Han Cheng is suffering now is related to eating mulberries later.

Arriving at this mulberry forest that he had not been to for a long time, Han Cheng was not disappointed. Most of these tall mulberry trees were indeed covered with purple-red mulberries.

A few black birds that were not crows arrived first and ate the mulberries on the mulberry tree.

These birds are not afraid of people. When they see these two-legged beasts holding sticks climbing up the tree, they just tilt their heads and look at them fearlessly. After watching for a while, they start to scream twice in their unpleasant voices.

Show off to these two-legged creatures who can't climb to the highest places and can only eat what they leave behind.

Han Cheng was in no mood to pay attention to these noisy birds. He just climbed the tree branches with one hand and picked mulberries with the other hand and put them into his mouth.

The dust on the mulberries was washed off after the rain, and they were soaked in rain water and felt cool when put in the mouth.

Take a bite, the thin and soft skin breaks open, and the sweet purple juice bursts out and fills your mouth, making you unable to stop eating even more than eating Xuanmai.

People say that excessive joy leads to sorrow. Just when Han Cheng was immersed in the taste of his childhood, tragedy struck quietly.

A strong pain suddenly came from his left arm, and Han Cheng retracted his hand that was picking mulberries. When he looked hurriedly, he saw a red ridge had appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Han Cheng’s first reaction was that he was doomed. He had escaped the ferocious beasts of the primitive age, but was harmed by the insects of the primitive age!

Thinking of this, he hurried to look at the branches and leaves he had just touched. Even if he died, he had to kill the murderer first and could not wait until the next life to take revenge.

Those branches and leaves looked the same as the rest. When Han Cheng used broken branches to turn them over, he saw the murderer under a leaf.

This guy is not big, about the size of two soybeans, with a green body with some red or white spots. There are some light yellow thorns about two or three millimeters long on its back.

After Han Cheng saw the true face of the guy who plotted against him, he first felt relieved, and then he became furious.

I have been looking for silkworms on the mulberry tree so many times, but I haven't seen any silkworm droppings. Now I have encountered such a divine beast!

It's really useful that no one comes, but the troublemakers live happily.

This guy is called "foreign pepper" in Han Cheng's hometown. It is a true divine beast with huge energy contained in its small body. If you pull it, it will be very painful and it will take several days to heal completely.

Han Cheng had been pulled before, and only applying cool toothpaste could provide temporary relief.

But obviously there was no toothpaste at this time.

He reached out his hand to scratch the red and swollen area, and after thinking for a while, he broke the branch where the "peppermint" was, asked the people standing below to leave, and then threw the branch off the tree.

He slid down the tree, and under the concerned gaze of his senior brother and others, Han Cheng used two small sticks to dismember the mythical beast that had harmed him, and then used the light green liquid that flowed out after its death to smear the place where it was pulled.

Strangely enough, after applying this water, the burning pain was relieved a lot very quickly.

This is probably the reason why original soup can defeat original food.