Han Cheng took his own ID card in his hand, and then began to pick up the remaining ones, reading them aloud and distributing them to everyone.

There are also children there, but they are basically over three years old.

Children under three years old do not have ID cards because their loss rate is higher.

Those who received Tao's ID card held it in their hands, playing with it carefully and curiously, and sometimes several people would gather together to compare and discuss it.

I was amazed by the unexpectedly exquisite ID card.

I don't know who took the lead, but they carefully drilled a small hole on the exquisite pottery identity card, then passed a thin leather rope through it and tied it around the neck.

Within two days, everyone in the Qingque tribe who had an ID card, except Han Cheng, did the same thing.

A good ID card has now become like a jewelry.

Looking at the tribesmen with uniformly woven identity cards hanging around their necks, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff.

Fortunately, we are not in the later times now. If we were in the later times, if someone dared to drill a hole in the ID card, it would be a bit troublesome.

But it’s better this way, since they are all worn around the neck, we can recognize each other’s identity at a glance.

And it’s not easy to lose.

To a certain extent, the identity card of the Qingque tribe combines the functions of the household registration book and the identity card of later generations into one.

The meanings attached to ceramic and wooden identity cards are similar to the different household registrations in later generations.

As time passed and the sun went down, the temperature was not as hot as before.

On days like this, the hundreds of acres of millet around the Qingque tribe grew fuller day by day.

Sometimes, all it takes is a gust of wind to bring the fragrance of ripening millet, enveloping the entire tribe.

Such a refreshing fragrance makes everyone in the Qingque tribe look radiant.

As the sky brightened, the wooden door creaked and the witch, who seemed not very sleepy, walked out of the room. After washing up, he fed the rabbit with grass as usual.

After taking out the rabbit and stroking it for a while, he walked out of the tribal gate accompanied by Junior Brother Sha and another person and headed towards the millet field in the east that had turned slightly yellow.

Circling around the large millet field belonging to the tribe became another major hobby of the witch.

Looking at the millets that were growing so well, sometimes he would bend down to pull out some weeds in the ground. He could never get enough of these things.

At the beginning, Han Cheng was still a little worried about his safety and afraid that he would be tired, but after a while, seeing that Wu's spirit was getting better and better, he stopped saying anything.

However, when the witch goes out, there will be at least two people following him with weapons.

After all, this is the primitive age, not the later times where all wild beasts have to rely on humans’ deliberate protection to survive.

"Bang!"

Junior Brother Sha, who was walking with Wu on the edge of the millet field, suddenly stopped, drew his bow and drew his arrow. When the bowstring sounded, a feathered arrow suddenly flew out like a meteor.

"boom!"

Where the feather arrow fell, a group of black birds suddenly rose from the millet field like a black cloud.

It chirped and landed on a tree not far away, waiting for these hateful two-legged beasts to leave, and then came back to eat these rare and delicious foods.

"shoot!"

"Shoot them!"

When they landed on the trees and cursed the hairless monkeys for not letting them eat properly, the hairless monkeys also cursed them.

After discovering that the crops that his tribe had worked so hard to grow had been stolen, the witch lost all his old look. He pointed at the birds that had ruined the crops and cursed while jumping around. He was even more energetic than when he was performing the shaman dance.

"stretch!"

Junior Brother Sha followed suit and drew his bow again. An arrow flew out. A bird standing on the tree screamed, and was carried forward for a distance by the arrow before it fell headfirst to the ground.

The birds, having seen how powerful the hairless monkeys were, cried in panic and flapped their wings and flew away.

Wu, the elder who was still angry, was still cursing in the direction where the flock of birds flew away. He was so excited that he even spoke in the tribal dialect.

People die for money, birds die for food. This saying is absolutely true.

The vast expanses of millet that are about to mature around the Greenbird Tribe have an irresistible appeal to these birds.

Before the witch's curse faded away, the birds that had circled half a circle in the air landed about a mile away from him, and continued to chirp and call their friends to eat.

From time to time, some birds would fly over and join the feast.

"Shoot! Shoot them to death!"

Wu's eyes turned red. While saying this to Junior Brother Sha, he bent down, found a clod of earth, and threw it at the group of damn birds with all his strength.

Of course he couldn't throw it over such a long distance.

Junior Brother Sha, who was also a little annoyed, approached him and fired his bow again...

"shoot……"

In the fields in the early morning, the witch's angry howls continued to be heard, and he sounded much more confident than when he was offering sacrifices to the gods.

"Why hasn't Wu come back yet?"

Han Cheng muttered to himself. In the past, even if he went out for a walk, he shouldn't have stayed away for so long...

Looking at the witch who was panting, with bird feathers on his head, holding a bunch of dead birds in his hands, and cursing from time to time, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

Old child, old child. Sometimes when people get old, they do become childish in some of their behaviors.

In order to vent the witch's anger, Han Cheng specially gave the people of the tribe another meal and roasted and ate all the birds.

"Son of God, these birds..."

Wu chewed the bird meat fiercely and spoke with a worried look on his face.

After all the trouble this morning, he was almost helpless against these annoying birds that were like flies.

After listening to what the witch said about driving away the birds, Han Cheng nodded. What the witch said was indeed a very necessary thing.

The ecology at that time was really good, and there were many kinds of birds. After the news that there was a large area of ​​delicious food in the Green Bird Tribe spread in the bird world, there was no shortage of flat-haired beasts coming here to take advantage of the food.

If we do not control it and allow it to continue like this, by the time the millets are fully mature and ready to be harvested, the fruits on them will have shrunk by 10% or more.

"It's okay. I have a solution."

Han Cheng said to Wu confidently.

Hearing Han Cheng say this, Wu immediately felt relieved. He quickly finished his meal and pulled Han Cheng to quickly use some means to subdue those annoying birds.

He had reached the point where he could no longer tolerate these birds.