Before the ceremony was held, Han Chengji had already told him the significance of Qingque wine through his senior brother.

Not only was he told the significance of the Green Bird wine, but he was also told the punishment he would receive if he regretted drinking the wine.

He was no stranger to public beheading. The scene of the leader of the Bone Tribe being beheaded one by one by his eldest brother using a bone knife became particularly clear in his mind at this moment.

After drinking the Green Bird Wine, their Green Tribe would truly cease to exist.

As the leader of the Qingque tribe, his feelings at this moment would naturally be different from those of the ordinary people in the Qingque tribe.

Of course, his hesitation did not last long. No matter the original living conditions of their tribe or the current good life of the Qingque tribe, he did not have too much time or room to hesitate.

He raised his head and drank a bowl of Qingque wine...

The wind was blowing and snow was falling, and the snowflakes hit the windows covered with animal skins, making a rustling sound.

Inside the room, the fire in the fire pit was burning slowly, and the smoke slowly floated out along the chimney built at the back of the room, and soon merged with the dim sky.

The leader of the former Green Tribe sat on a warm kang, holding a small wooden sign in his hand and looking down at it seriously.

The surface of the wooden sign was smooth and shiny, with three characters engraved on the front. The top two characters were "Qingque" and the bottom one was "Gu".

On the back of the wooden sign, there is a picture of a bluebird spreading its wings, ready to fly.

The former leader of the Green Tribe, now Gu, has fully understood the meaning of this thing.

This is his symbol of identity, proving that he is a member of the Qingque tribe.

The thumb of his right hand gently rubbed the word "谷".

After several days of studying in the big brick and tile house, he had recognized the word and understood its meaning.

It is not only its own name, but also the name of a food.

The most popular and delicious millet porridge and millet rice eaten in the tribe are a kind of millet.

Seeing the word "Valley", the former Green Tribe leader felt uncomfortable.

Because only now did he know that the golden, delicious and filling food was made from the wild grass spikes that he thought were not tasty at all...

Of course, this discomfort would not last too long, because if he had realized at that time that this wild grass spike was so delicious, he would not be able to enjoy this kind of life now...

He rubbed it for a while, then hung the small wooden tag called "identity card" around his neck, just like everyone else in the tribe.

Gu knew that there was another more exquisite kind of card called an identity card, which was made of precious pottery.

He wanted such an ID card, but the Son of God did not give it to him. Instead, he said that he could only get it after the fruits matured twice in large areas.

If you want to get it in advance, you can, but you need to make a greater contribution to the tribe.

It would take too long for the fruits to mature twice on a large scale, and Gu was somewhat unwilling to wait, so he secretly made up his mind to work hard after the spring and try to replace the wooden identity card with a ceramic one as soon as possible.

Because people with pottery ID cards can live in houses with tile roofs.

If a house with a thatched roof is so comfortable, a house with a tiled roof would probably be even more comfortable to live in, right?

Like many other members of the original Green Tribe, Gu felt uncomfortable with this kind of differential treatment.

However, when the Son of God came with a leader called the Big Brother and told them how they had built the tribe bit by bit to become the prosperous and powerful it is today, and how much hardship they had endured to build the thatched houses they now live in, and asked the elders of the Green Bird tribe to open their palms for them to see, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of some people in Gu and the original green tribe quickly disappeared.

Except for a very few, the palms of the old people in the tribe are all covered with a thick layer of calluses.

Even the noble Son of God has calluses on his palms.

Yes, they have never paid anything for this tribe, and now they can enjoy such treatment, which is already very good.

If you want to get better treatment, you can only work hard to contribute to the tribe like the elders in the tribe...

If words are not spoken clearly and ideological work is not done, the ideological realm cannot reach a certain height.

If we want to prevent our thoughts from slipping, we must do ideological work...

Han Cheng was squatting in front of the charcoal brazier in the room, holding some marinated mutton skewered on bamboo sticks in his hand. He was drooling at the sizzling mutton skewers and thinking proudly in his heart.

As a person from later generations, he knows more clearly than people of this era how much influence thoughts have on a person.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people who have been brainwashed by pyramid schemes and can’t be pulled out of them.

The changes that had occurred to the people of the Green Tribe were basically within his expectations. After all, the people of the Green Tribe had always yearned for their tribe, so it would be easier for them to absorb and integrate with it...

After several rounds of lambs giving birth, there are now eighteen sheep in the tribe, which is a considerable number.

There were originally nineteen of them, but for some reason one of them seemed depressed in the last few days.

Han Cheng couldn't bear to see it, so he asked someone to rescue it from this state.

Doing good things always makes people happy. Han Cheng, who rescued the sheep from its depression, was also smiling as he looked at the ten skewers of fat and lean mutton that he had already grilled.

However, his smile did not last long and turned into a bitter smile that showed a bit of helplessness.

Because he had heard footsteps passing by the window.

It goes without saying that the person coming over is the child bride Bai Xuemei.

"Squeak~"

The door that was offset a few gaps was opened, and Bai Xue, a taller girl with pigtails, walked in. She came to Han Cheng, looked at the kebabs in Han Cheng's hand, and couldn't help but stick out her pink tongue to lick her lips.

Han Cheng sniffed. This young wife was really good at calculating time. She was clearly weaving over there, but she always appeared in the room at the exact moment when he finished grilling the skewers.

Han Cheng gave six skewers to Bai Xuemei, who was standing aside and watching without saying a word. Bai Xuemei immediately became happy.

Without Han Cheng's help, she separated them into three strings, ran to another room, and gave them to Wu.

Then it ran back quickly, and while running, it opened its little mouth and bit a piece of meat into its mouth.

The little mouth moved quickly, and the lips became more rosy because of the oil. In a short while, several skewers of mutton were all finished.

Seeing Bai Xuemei's 'feral' eating style, Han Cheng suddenly felt a chill in some places on his body...