Han Cheng, who was immersed in the joy of fooling the primitive people, was startled by the sudden and angry voice.

Not only him, but even the stone next to him and the somewhat lazy looking dog Fu Jiang had the same reaction.

After a startle, Han Cheng had already recognized the owner of the voice.

Turning around, sure enough, the eldest brother, the tribal leader, was standing not far away.

The eldest brother came out to go to the toilet earlier and saw Shen Zi and Shi Tou looking at the moon here. They were shivering from the cold, so he wanted to come over and call Shen Zi and Shi Tou to go back to sleep to avoid being frozen.

But when I walked in, I heard the Son of God telling a story to a stone.

The eldest brother slowed down his pace and pretended to listen.

At first, he thought that the Son of God was telling the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that he had heard before. After listening for a while, he realized that this was a completely new story.

Moreover, it is a story that is in no way inferior to that of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and is equally touching and inspiring.

The eldest brother couldn't help but be completely attracted by this magical story.

He completely forgot about calling Shen Zi and Shi Tou to go back to the house. He just stood there and listened quietly, even forgetting the coldness that was everywhere.

As the story unfolds, his chest begins to rise and fall, and the amplitude of the rise and fall becomes larger and larger.

After the story ended, he could no longer bear it and finally shouted loudly, his voice filled with anger.

Seeing that the Son of God was frightened by him, he finally came back to his senses from the outrageous story just now.

The angry, majestic and domineering look just now disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a feeling of embarrassment.

Han Cheng carefully thought about what his senior brother had said just now and found it quite strange, so he called his senior brother over and asked him why he said Chang'e deserved to die.

The eldest brother didn't dare to speak too loudly because he had just scared the Son of God, but as he spoke, his words couldn't help but be filled with anger.

"Chang'e stole the elixir and ate it herself, damn it!"

This is the answer given by the eldest brother.

Han Cheng found it strange to hear this unique opinion from his senior brother. In the past, he had only heard praises for Chang'e, but he didn't expect to hear a different voice here.

Following the elder brother's point of view, Chang'e's behavior is indeed not kind.

"Son of God, is the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine to treat Chang'e's injuries? Was Chang'e shot by Houyi's bow and arrow?..."

Han Cheng had already found out what the stone for pounding medicine meant in his previous narration, so he asked about it now.

Han Cheng had never thought about it in this regard before, but after hearing what Shi Tou said, it was quite reasonable to use it to explain the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine. After all, the story of Houyi shooting down the sun had already been told before.

It is understandable that after discovering that the elixir that the two of them shared was consumed by Chang'e alone, he shot Chang'e with an arrow.

It’s just…it’s just that how come a good story has turned sour?

Han Cheng clicked his tongue, looking at himself in both amusements and tears.

Someone came out of the room and asked what happened.

These are the people who were startled by the eldest brother's shout just now.

After hearing the story the Son of God had just told, everyone immediately became extremely excited.

The story of the Son of God is what they love to hear most.

They are still talking about the story of "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" that was told before with great relish. How could they not be happy when they heard that the Son of God was telling another story?

Those who did not hear the story felt itchy in their hearts. This feeling was more uncomfortable than having a pot of steaming delicious soup in front of them but not being able to eat it.

Han Cheng looked at the group of people who were looking at him with eager eyes, sniffed, and then asked everyone to go back into the house to listen to stories. After all, the yard was too cold.

Everyone cheered, seeming to be more excited than if they had caught a big prey.

The three people on guard understood what the Son of God and others were going to do from the cheers of the crowd. They were so envious that they wished they could run into the house right now to enjoy the feast for their ears.

But I still have to stand guard, which makes me feel extremely tormented.

"Son of God, what is a bow and arrow?!"

Junior Brother Sha looked at Han Cheng with expectation.

The rest of the people also fell silent, all staring at their Son of God, wanting to get an accurate answer from him.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, so high that people could only look up at it, but Houyi was able to shoot it down with a bow and arrow. This was really beyond their imagination!

After not daring to imagine it, the thought also arose that if the tribe had such a weapon, how powerful it would be.

This is a weapon that can even shoot down the sun!

With such weapons, they will not be afraid of any danger, and their tribe will become the most powerful tribe in the vicinity!

When the time comes, some people will stay behind to guard the tribe with bows and arrows, while the rest can go out with bows and arrows to look for cattle, an animal they have never seen but have longed to see.

Looking at the sparkling eyes of the tribe members, Han Cheng wondered if he had released the bow and arrow too late?

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about bows and arrows, but there is a reason why he has never made one.

Firstly, the Qingque tribe could get enough food without going out hunting, and secondly, the Qingque tribe was always busy with building walls and houses, so they seldom went out hunting and rarely used bows and arrows. In addition, it was not easy to make a bow with a long enough range, so they never made it.

Seeing that everyone in the tribe was looking at him with particularly bright eyes, even the witch and the eldest brother were no exception, Han Cheng thought for a moment and began to explain to everyone what a bow and arrow was.

"Can...can it be made..."

When Junior Brother Sha asked this question, his throat felt dry and his heart was pounding.

The others also held their breath and looked at their Son of God together.

After seeing Han Cheng nod, the people who were crowded into three rooms cheered again.

Some impatient people already want the Son of God to make bows and arrows.

Lame, who was sitting on the edge of the kang with a limp, looked at Han Cheng with shining eyes, because he realized that he would follow the Son of God and create weapons that were unimaginably powerful.

Such a powerful weapon was in his own hands. The mere thought of it made Bo tremble with excitement.

It's already night and it's dark all around. Of course, we can't make bows and arrows at this time. We can only wait until tomorrow.

Junior Brother Sha and others immediately said that the Son of God did not need to worry about this. They could light a very large fire to illuminate the surroundings, and the Son of God could focus on making bows and arrows.

Han Cheng thought about it and shook his head to reject the group of people who were deeply inspired by the powerful bow and arrow in the story. He told them to sleep peacefully and he would talk about making bows and arrows tomorrow.