When Dou and the others looked back, Han Cheng also looked back at these guys.

It would be better to talk to the witch about this matter. Compared with ordinary tribesmen, the witch is more receptive to new things, and he may be able to explain this matter more clearly.

As he walked back, Han Cheng muttered to himself.

I walked into the yard and looked towards the granary from a distance. Sure enough, the witch holding a rabbit was looking into the granary.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng instantly wanted to take back what he had just said.

The witch who was addicted to catching mice looked a little too obscene from behind as he crouched in front of the crack in the door and peeked inside.

Besides, how could you set a trap and then lie down by the crack of the door and keep looking out?

It was OK that the mice were not familiar with these tricks at the beginning, but now after suffering losses one after another, the mice have learned and will not be easily fooled again.

You are still guarding the door. How brave must the mouse be to continue eating the food in the trap under your sinister gaze?

You are not a cat. A cat guarding a mouse hole can catch a mouse with one claw if it sticks its head out. But you guarding here is useless...

Han Cheng told Wu about this more than once, but his words were of little use to Wu. It wouldn't be long before he would continue to come to the door and peek inside. Sometimes he would peek for the whole morning. He was more dedicated than a cat.

Han Cheng was helpless against Wu's habit which was caused by hatred.

If the old man likes to do this kind of thing, then let him do it. I’m just worried that his body won’t be able to handle it in the long run.

When Wu noticed someone coming, he turned around with a look of annoyance on his face.

No need to ask, no mouse fell into the trap.

Looking at the witch who seemed a little indignant, Han Chengdu was wondering whether he should start calling on the people in the tribe to go to the wild to kill field mice when he had time.

Then the captured mice were put into the tribe’s granary, allowing them to fall into the trap again, making the witch happy.

Just like the female leader Hao Jian who dived down to hook fish on her leader’s fishing hook…

Han Cheng was complaining not long ago that they had too much inner drama, but in fact, his inner drama as the Son of God was even richer.

With the corners of his mouth curled up, Han Cheng drove away these unreliable thoughts. He didn't want the tribe's granary to become a paradise for rats, so he began to talk to the witch about the tribe's expansion and planning in more detail...

Han Cheng found that he was wrong again. Regarding the matter of tearing down the courtyard wall for expansion and demolishing some houses to build new ones, the witch was not open-minded at all. Like Dou and others, he also felt that the current tribe was good enough.

A slight expansion is fine, but a large-scale expansion is really unnecessary.

While Han Cheng was stunned by this unexpected thing, Wu was also looking at Han Cheng in a daze.

How can such a good thing be dismantled?

At this time, Han Cheng finally realized the mistake he had made in this matter.

As a person who has been at loggerheads with rats because they stole some of the tribe's food, it would be strange if he immediately agreed to tear down the large wall and some houses in the tribe.

Han Cheng was talking about things like this. If someone dared to mention these things in front of Wu, even though Wu was old and his arms and legs were not flexible, he could still jump up and let that person know that when an old person gets angry, it can still hurt to be beaten.

Compared with other people in the tribe, the witch who has been engaged in civil service for a long time can undoubtedly say more and give more sufficient reasons.

"The house wall is too good? It would be a shame to tear it down?"

Han Cheng muttered to himself what Wu said.

You haven't seen the buildings that were demolished in the future. If you see them, you won't say it's a pity to demolish them...

"Okay, you continue to guard the mice here..."

After talking for a while, Han Dashenzi, who felt that he was at the top, turned around and walked away with a sense of loneliness and helplessness like a prophet.

It turns out that after surpassing everyone else to a certain extent, one really feels this lonely... Han Cheng, who was possessed by Dugu Qiubai, thought hypocritically.

With so many people in the tribe, there must be one who can understand my feelings and know my intentions, right?

So Han Dashenzi went to find the person in the tribe who had been led astray the most by him, who was currently dealing with some hemp-skinned stones.

Han Cheng's idea was once again dashed. He briefly withdrew his mind from the thought of using hemp skin to make paper, looked up at the Son of God, and after pondering for a while, he made the same choice as everyone else in the tribe.

As someone who used to live in caves and sleep together with many other people, he didn't feel how crowded the tribe was now.

On the contrary, he felt that living together like this was quite lively.

As for the fact that the functional divisions in the tribe were not clear enough, the buildings were too dense and gradually became mixed up, Shitou, like everyone else in the tribe, did not notice much.

He reached out and patted Shitou on the shoulder, asking him to continue researching how to make paper from hemp skin. Han Cheng looked a little melancholy as he left and walked somewhere else.

Shitou touched his head with his wet hands, looked at the Son of God's back with some confusion, but without thinking too much about it, he started to feel numb.

Because of different living conditions, people have different views on the same thing.

For example, now Han Cheng feels that the tribe is becoming increasingly crowded, the functional area division is unreasonable, and it is also quite chaotic. However, everyone in the tribe thinks that this situation is very good and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Sometimes being too advanced is not a good thing..."

Han Dashenzi was very hurt. He held his son and spoke in a slightly pretentious manner. The only response he got was Little Pea's babbling, the meaning of which was incomprehensible.

After playing with his son for a while, Han Cheng felt uncomfortable and started doing childish things.

He found a broken clay pot, got a lot of pot ash, scooped some water and stirred it to make a simple, rough ink.

Then he found a large brush made of wild boar hair and tied it to a stick. Then he carried these tools out of the gate and came to the outside of the tribal wall.

He looked around, found a place that he liked, and began to dip the brush in ink and paint.

Of course, it was not a slogan that could easily lead people to misunderstand, such as "It is the village party secretary's unshirkable responsibility to make every village pregnant with a second child." Instead, a big circle was drawn on it, with big words written inside the circle.

After I finished writing it, I tilted my head to look at it, and the more I looked at it, the more it liked it.

(Another update is due...) Fupin Chinese