What's wrong? You actually asked me what's wrong?

Looking at the old primitive man in front of him, who was always known for his wisdom and was now looking at him with concern and innocence, Han Cheng really didn't know what to say or what words to use to express his feelings.

this……

This reversal is too big, and the turn is too sudden, right?

Caught off guard, an experienced driver like him was also knocked over by the car...

“Nothing…Nothing…”

Han Cheng's smile seemed a little forced, and his expression was a little stiff, because he really didn't know what to say at the moment.

"Then...the rabbit...?"

From the reaction of the Son of God, Wu Cong was basically certain that his idea would not work, but he still wanted to confirm it again because if this thing succeeded, it would be too tempting.

After Han Cheng recovered, he felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He could not believe that such a thing would happen to Wu.

But he soon stopped laughing because he sensed danger in the seemingly childish behavior.

In order to test whether it is possible to grow and harvest rabbits, Wu buried his favorite black-eyed rabbit.

If we apply this idea to humans...

Han Cheng didn't dare to think further. He was very worried that the witch would plant a son of God in the spring and harvest many sons of God in the autumn.

In order to avoid being buried in the ground as a seed by the tribal witch with a kind face while he was sleeping, Han Cheng decided to do his best to prove the fallacy of this matter and dispel the witch's terrible idea.

Otherwise, it would be too dangerous.

God knows how the witch got this horrible idea from his own act of burying the wood.

Is it the same wild idea as the one I got from the book "The Charcoal Seller" that charcoal cannot be burned by landfill method?

"Wu, you can't..."

Han Cheng began to give Wu a scientific lecture in a very serious manner.

Explain to the witch in a way that he can understand that the growth of all things is governed by laws.

It was emphasized that only those plants that originally grow in the soil can be treated in this way, and the rest cannot.

If you bury animals in the ground, nothing will happen except death and rot.

Wu listened to Han Cheng's words and thought carefully about what he had seen and heard over the years. He also felt that this method would not work.

He was not a stupid man. It was just that the idea was too tempting and he wanted the tribe to develop rapidly, so he had been dwelling on it and fell into misunderstanding.

After listening to Han Cheng's explanation and some thought, he finally abandoned this tempting but unfeasible idea.

But he couldn't help feeling disappointed, because this not only announced the failure of what he had been thinking about for some time, but also meant that the rabbit that he often stroked died in vain.

Han Cheng had lived two lives as a human being, so he naturally noticed that Wu was in a low mood.

Older people dare not often indulge in such depressed moods, so Han Cheng changed the subject and began to comfort Wu.

First, he affirmed Wu Yixin's good intentions for the development of the tribe. Then, in response to Wu's hope to make the tribe richer and more powerful, he emphasized to Wu again the tribal expansion plan using salt as a strategy.

Then he listed the Qingque tribe's fish cages, rabbit traps, and exchange pottery, which were tools that could be used to obtain large amounts of wild meat, as well as the breeding of deer, chickens, and rabbits, the cultivation of rapeseed and millet, and the expectations for the future.

When the pie in the sky was drawn that was combined with reality, Wu, who had just been depressed because of his shattered dream, suddenly became excited.

Yes, our tribe has so many good things. If the current situation continues, it is inevitable that the tribe will become bigger and stronger.

In that case, why should I be disappointed by that unrealistic idea?

Looking at the witch who had come to the edge of the rabbit pen, picked up another rabbit, placed it on the edge of the rabbit pen and started playing with it with a smile, Han Dashenzi quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This primitive tribe is really dangerous. If you are not careful, you might be planted as a seed...

Primitive society was indeed dangerous enough. Just after Han Cheng expressed his feelings, the man standing guard on the low wall began to shout loudly: "Someone! Someone!" and banged his clappers loudly.

The thatch on the back mountain had been harvested, and a large number of people in the tribe were now working on the low wall, making straw hats for the wall. When they heard the alarm, they were not panicked.

The eldest brother and others dropped their work and quickly ran towards the front wall. Heiwa ran very fast and tied the gate of the tribe tightly from the inside.

The alarm was soon lifted because the people who came were from the Sheep Tribe.

The people of the Sheep Tribe brought a large amount of furs, which meant they were coming to trade.

After some communication, the people of the Sheep Tribe left their weapons outside and came in with the furs.

The Sheep Tribe was indeed a wealthy family. Among the numerous furs they brought, except for a small amount of other skins, the rest were actually sheepskins!

Receiving tribes that come to trade is basically the job of the leader, the eldest brother. Unless there are special circumstances, Han Cheng usually won't intervene directly. How can it be as comfortable as being a big boss behind the scenes in open transactions?

Han Cheng, who had read too many novels in his previous life, fantasized about positioning himself in this way.

This time, the leader of the Sheep Tribe did not go straight to the point and follow the eldest brother to exchange pottery. Instead, he took the sheepskin and went to the deer pen first, stretching his head to look at the deer in the pen.

This group of deer has brought a lot of honor to the Green Bird Tribe.

Of course, it was not the eldest brother who said that if you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it is like walking in fine clothes at night, but he had this thought.

It was a wonderful feeling to see people from nearby tribes being amazed at the wealth of their tribe.

So after hearing that the leader of the Sheep Tribe wanted to see the deer of his tribe first, the eldest brother agreed readily.

This herd of deer has gained a few new calves recently, and seems to be even bigger.

The leader of the Sheep Tribe was looking at the deer in the deer pen, but the eldest brother was looking at the leader of the Sheep Tribe. Seeing the expected look of surprise on the face of the leader of the Sheep Tribe, the eldest brother smiled modestly.

The exclamation of the Sheep Tribe leader was heartfelt, not just because of the large group of deer, but more importantly because these deer were so fat.

The leader of the sheep tribe, who has been raising sheep for quite some time, knows clearly how difficult it is to reach this step.

When he saw the three snow-white lambs that had grown up in the deer pen, his face was filled with even more surprise. The sheep raised by his own tribe were so different from those raised by the neighboring tribe...

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