The encounter between Mr. Lu and Fu Jiang in the wild did not cause any concern among the crowd.

In the Qingque tribe, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

The large blue brick and tile house has been leveled, and the next thing to do is to build the gables on both sides and put up the wooden beams.

This is not to say that Han Cheng and the others don't care about Uncle Lu and the others, but that they don't even know about this matter.

After all, although the deer have mouths, they cannot speak human words. Due to the language barrier, they cannot tell the two-legged animals who protect them about what they encounter in the wild...

Han Cheng held a tea bowl and sat on a wooden stool at the gate, feeling the coolness brought by the constant breezes, while from time to time he brought the tea bowl to his mouth and took a sip of the cool water.

The water is light green in color and is no longer just boiled water.

Of course, no fuel was added, and the Qingque tribe did not find any mung beans that the turtle liked. This light green water was boiled from fresh bamboo leaves.

The bamboo that Han Cheng transplanted last year from the bamboo forest where there were national treasures that could not be messed with finally survived.

Not only did the first transplant survive, but the one in autumn also survived, and now quite a few bamboo shoots have sprouted.

Bamboo leaf water is cool. Now that there is no mung bean soup, people pick some fresh bamboo leaves in the morning, wash them, and then boil them in a large vat. Put them under the shade of a tree to wait for them to cool down, then cover them with a lid and place some clean large bowls on the clean stones nearby. This kind of water has become a rare summer heat-relief tool for the people of the Qingque tribe.

Moreover, compared with dried bamboo leaves, fresh bamboo leaves have a unique fragrance that dry bamboo leaves do not have.

Han Cheng now feels very comfortable all over, not only because he still has a long way to go before he can have air conditioning, wireless internet and watermelons, but also because of the people in the tribe.

The people in the tribe are all familiar faces, so naturally there is nothing special about them. However, if there were some other changes, it would look different.

The changes in the people of the Qingque tribe were not reflected on their faces, but on their bodies.

Not too far from Han Cheng, the twin sisters Xiaomei and Xiaoli, wearing shorts that barely covered their buttocks, were sitting in the shade picking vegetables.

Their upper bodies were completely naked, except for the key parts, which were covered by two separate clam-shell-like pieces of clothing.

However, compared with their powerful weapons, this piece of clothing seemed to be made of too little material.

Even if they stood up straight, they couldn't cover it all, not to mention that the two of them were bending over to pick vegetables.

With such a beautiful scenery in front of him, how could he not be happy?

Looking around, not only Xiaomei and Xiaoli, but other female primitive people in the tribe were dressed the same way.

As for the male primitive people in the tribe, they were basically shirtless and wore a pair of linen shorts that were much larger than those of the female primitive people.

Some of the more idle people wore a pair of flip-flops made of wood and leather ropes...

It was a pity that there were no sunglasses and deck chairs, and there was no large beach around the tribe. Otherwise, with Han Cheng's control, this place would have become a beach in the future...

The people in the tribe dressed like this, not because Han Cheng was too petty and wanted to experience the customs of later generations, but because they had no choice but to do so.

This last resort refers to linen.

Last year, although the tribe harvested several rafts of wild hemp from Yau Ma Tei, after fermentation, the amount of hemp twine obtained was not much.

Since there is not much hemp thread as raw material, the amount of cloth produced cannot be much either.

In addition, a wave of cloth was consumed when making masks before, so the tribe had less cloth.

All these reasons combined have created the cool breeze that is now prevalent in the Qingque tribe.

After all, clothes made in this way save the most fabric and are more in line with the style of primitive people who went shirtless in the summer.

Of course, the little thoughts hidden behind these great principles by a certain Son of God can also be accomplished in passing.

In that case, why not do it?

Of course, the child bride Bai Xuemei is not among them.

She had more clothes on her body than anyone else in the tribe.

In addition to the two-piece suit that is required for female primitive people in the tribe, she also wore an extra short-sleeved shirt to cover all the flesh on her body, and the shorts she wore on her lower body were also longer than those of ordinary female primitive people.

The people of the tribe had no complaints about this. After all, apart from the special relationship between Snow White and the Son of God, Snow White was the one who wove the most of the linen.

In the eyes of everyone in the tribe, there was nothing wrong with Sister Bai Xue wearing more cloth.

"Brother Cheng..."

A pair of feet in flip-flops appeared in front of me, followed by shorts and short-sleeved shirts.

While blocking Han Cheng's view of the beautiful mountain, the child bride's somewhat aggrieved voice also sounded.

Han Cheng sniffed. A benevolent man loves mountains, a wise man loves water. As a man of great benevolence and righteousness, he should learn from the sages to appreciate the scenery. But this little child bride actually cares about...

He raised his head and looked at the little child bride who had grown a lot and now looked aggrieved, and he couldn't help but smile.

It’s just a small matter for this little girl, why should she feel so wronged?

Of course, Bai Xuemei was so aggrieved that her mouth pursed.

I was naked in my room, and Brother Cheng didn't even look at me, but now he was secretly looking at Xiaomei and Xiaoli who were wearing clothes...

After Han Cheng's kind words of persuasion and his promise to look at her the same way at night, the aggrieved Bai Xue finally turned her worry into joy and ran away happily.

Han Cheng shook his head and smiled bitterly. Men...

While Han Cheng was pretending to be sad and expressing his feelings like this, the person who was truly sad approached the Qingque tribe.

“￥￥!”

When they were still some distance away from the Green Bird Tribe, the leader of the Green Tribe asked his men to put the furs they were carrying in the grass and pull up some grass to cover them.

After doing all this under the puzzled gaze of the tribesmen and resting for a while, the leader of the Green Tribe, carrying weapons for self-defense and the puzzled tribesmen, headed towards the wealthy tribe.

Didn't the chief want to exchange the fur for salt? Why did he hide the fur now?

In response to the questions of the tribesmen, the leader of the Green Tribe, who had been melancholy for a long time, finally smiled.

The people in the tribe are still not as smart as I am!

He sighed like this.

Of course there was a reason for doing this. He wanted to try and see if he could get free salt from the tribe as he had done before.

If it really doesn't work, go back and carry the skin over.

The leader of the Green Tribe, who likes to take advantage of small opportunities, is always very talented in this matter.

When he told these to the tribesmen, they once again admired the chief's wisdom...