The wound on Changtui's leg has almost recovered, and he has joined the work. He always feels guilty for eating and not working for some time.

At this moment, he was holding a bone shovel and shoveling the soil that the others had dumped from the wheelbarrow from one side to the other.

The soil was covered with some finely chopped grass and even a few handfuls of salt, which they considered extremely precious!

Even though it was not the first time that he saw people from the tribe sprinkling salt on these piles of earth, Changtui still couldn't help feeling shocked and distressed.

Such delicious and precious salt was actually scattered into the soil like this?

All good stuff!

While they were shocked and heartbroken, they worked even harder because they heard that this was the house that the Son of God was going to build for them to live in.

How could he not be moved and work hard when such delicious and precious salt was put into the house built for himself and others?

Thinking back to the selfish behavior of the witch in their original tribe who took some salt and gave no share to anyone except himself and a few leaders, Changtui felt that the Son of God and the witch in this tribe were so generous and kind, which made him admire them.

Some even felt that the witches had a leader and that he deserved to be executed.

The witch of the Tengshe tribe had been burned to ashes. If he was buried, knowing what Changtui was thinking, he would definitely open the coffin and come over to give Changtui a few hard hits.

Then he pointed at the long legs and became furious.

My tribe only has a tiny bit of salt, while this tribe can continuously produce large amounts of salt. Can the two be compared?

If my tribe had as much salt as this tribe, then there would be no problem in making bacon out of the long legs, let alone building a house.

Unfortunately, the witch of the Tengshe tribe had been burned to ashes, and she and other people of the Tengshe tribe who were also burned to ashes entered the cesspool of the Qingque tribe.

After fermenting for a period of time, it will become fertilizer and be used to fertilize the fields.

Therefore, even if you know what Long Legs is nagging in his heart, the most you can do is make a few more sticky bubbles come out of the pit.

Long Legs was mumbling these things in his mind, and he used a bone shovel to turn the pile of soil with "seasoning" to the other side.

After such a turning, the salt and hay sprinkled on the surface of the pile will be mixed more evenly with the soil.

Then someone scooped some water with a bowl and poured it on top, making it a little damp, and then scooped it up and put it into the mold that had been separated and opened.

After being tamped vigorously, it becomes a wall.

After turning over a pile of soil, the man with long legs stood up and looked at the section of earth wall that had appeared as a result of their labor. His mind couldn't help but waver.

It turns out that walls and houses did not exist from the beginning, they were really built by humans.

It turns out that in addition to gathering, hunting, and attacking other tribes, humans can actually do such great things!

Long Legs looked at his hands, then at the earth wall, with some excitement and disbelief.

He couldn't quite believe that they had built the wall like this.

While Changtui was excitedly looking at the earth wall they had built, Han Cheng, who was standing on the wall, was also looking at the people who were working.

The selection of the locations for the two slave yards and the implementation of corresponding measures put his mind at ease.

Moreover, during this period of time, these slaves had no resistance to their slave status. They all followed his arrangements, doing their work peacefully, and no trouble occurred.

That's good, Han Cheng muttered to himself, with a smile on his face.

According to his personality, as long as these slaves were obedient and did not cause trouble, he would not do anything too harsh.

There would never be someone like Zhou Paopi who got up earlier than the chickens and pretended to crow like a chicken to get the farmhands up and go to work in the fields.

Getting up earlier than the chickens, isn't it too hard to be a slave owner?

His eyes lingered on the group of slaves who were busy building houses for a while, then he passed them and came to the east side of the wall and downstream of the creek.

The hemp in the tribe had been fermented. The tribe had finally recovered from the war, and those who had time were, under Han Cheng's arrangement, taking out the hemp bundles and peeling them.

By now, hemp has become an indispensable crop for the Qingque tribe.

In addition to the increasing use of linen, another important factor is that hemp rope is stronger and easier to use than rope grass.

So after freeing up his hands, Han Cheng immediately asked people to peel and wash the hemp.

This way, you can weave cloth indoors when the weather is cold in winter.

I just don’t know how the hemp cultivation of the Fire Tribe is going, and whether they have started weaving.

Han Cheng thought of the tribe with a large population located downstream of the river.

After watching everyone peeling hemp from a distance for a while, Han Cheng turned his gaze to the west of the tribe.

The forest looks much cleaner after the leaves fall, and through the branches, the sight can extend far inside.

But it was still quiet there, with no sign of those who had gone out to fight returning.

Han Cheng thought so, then shook his head and smiled.

He secretly thought that he was too impatient. Only a few days had passed and he already started thinking about the return of his senior brother and the others.

According to what Tumao said before, they had just arrived at the Tengshe tribe's nest at this time, and it would take them a long time to return.

Just wait patiently.

But this waiting is really excruciating.

However, this torment was immediately diluted because a joyful voice came from behind: "Brother Cheng!"

Han Cheng turned around and saw Bai Xuemei quickly climbing up the wooden ladder.

Han Cheng, looking down from a high position, had an absolute advantage. Looking through her collar, he could see a trembling white.

Sister Bai Xue didn't notice Han Cheng's unserious look, and even if she did, she wouldn't care too much.

After all, the two of them had already done countless things that were even more improper than this.

"Brother Cheng, I made something good!"

After Bai Xuemei climbed up, she reached out and grabbed Han Cheng's arm, jumping and dancing with joy.

Feeling the soft and elastic touch on his arm, Han Cheng was worried that Bai Xue was not hugging him tightly enough, so he very considerately leaned his arm closer to her.

Then he smiled and asked, "What good stuff? Let me see."

In fact, even if Bai Xuemei didn't say it, Han Cheng could guess what the good things Bai Xuemei was talking about were. However, seeing that his young wife was so happy, he couldn't bear to spoil her interest and deliberately asked.

"Guess what!"

While saying "guess", he had already let go of Han Cheng's arm, reached into his pocket, and took out the thing. If you want to chat about "I am a Primitive Man" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, chat about life, and find confidants~