The sun is a very selfless thing. No matter good or bad, no matter poor or rich, it will generously shed its light and cover them with its own light.

Of course, except for the corners where the sun doesn't reach.

Under the autumn sun, on a relatively flat area, there is a group of not very neat thatched houses.

The thatched house is an irregular circle, and the roof is also an irregular circle.

The thatched hut is not high. Even the highest point of the roof is only about one meter above the ground.

There are about thirty or forty of these thatched huts, scattered across the area in a somewhat messy manner.

Surrounding the group of thatched houses, there is a simple fence made of branches and stones, which encloses this area. Although it is not tight, it can still give people some sense of security.

In the courtyard of this tribe, there were some women and some old people squatting in an open space in the middle of the courtyard, constantly beating something with flat sticks in their hands.

These are some dried vine plants with pods on them, which are now mixed with the vines.

As these shirtless people wrapped in animal skins beat the pods mixed in the vines, they would burst open and some gray-brown seeds would pop out.

Some minors who are not afraid of getting their feet pricked simply run away barefoot on it.

Some of the pods were stepped on by them.

Of course, these gray-brown small particles that are hammered out are round and slippery, and sometimes some minors will slip and fall to the ground.

Such falls were nothing to these minors. They quickly got up from the ground and continued running.

This tribe, with its dome-shaped thatched houses and simple fences, is different from most tribes of that era.

There is a large area around this tribe where not many trees grow.

These trees were obviously removed artificially.

A lot of things grow in these places where there are not many trees.

In addition to some weeds, there were more vine-like plants growing, the same ones that the people in the tribe were beating.

Many of the leaves on this vine-like plant have turned yellow and many have fallen to the ground.

After lifting up these vines, there are small, scorched leaves lying on the ground underneath. When you step on them, it feels itchy and they make the unique crackling sound of dead leaves.

Those who are stronger will bend down, grab the roots of the vine with both hands, pull it up by the roots, and then put it aside.

Those who do this kind of work are mostly primitive women wearing short leather jackets.

Some not-so-strong male primitives were also among them, doing the same thing.

However, these male primitive people were not very fast when doing this, and most of them were overtaken by the female primitive people around them.

This is not to say that these less physically strong male primitives were slower than the female primitives.

It only takes a little longer to discover why these primitive males were not working fast and were lagging behind.

Because these guys squatting on the ground, after pulling up some of these vines, would pause for a moment and look up at the female primitive people who were bending over to pull up vines not far in front of them.

After watching for a while, he would even smile silently, but this smile always had some vulgar meaning in it...

In the middle of these dome-shaped grass houses, there is a round house that is slightly larger than the other houses.

At this time, a person came out from the house.

All these houses face south, and the entrances and exits are all facing south.

Only when you get closer do you realize that this seemingly low round thatched house actually has a lot of secrets inside.

The space inside is much larger than you would imagine from the outside.

This is mainly due to the fact that the inside of these houses are not level with the ground, but have been dug down a lot by humans.

In this way, the height inside is suitable for human survival.

The man followed the embankment dug out by something at the entrance of the cave, bent over and walked out of the house step by step to see the situation inside the courtyard.

This is a woman of considerable age, which can be seen from her somewhat gray hair and the two loose lumps in front of her body.

She stood here for a while and then walked towards the center of the courtyard.

It can be seen that this older female primitive has a very high prestige in this tribe.

With her arrival, the people who were working all looked at her with respect and said a few words to greet her.

Even the running minors seemed much more obedient after this female primitive came over.

This older primitive man is the wise man of the tribe. He can also be called a witch or a priest. There is not much difference at this time.

After she came here, she looked for a while and then squatted behind an older minor.

She reached out one hand and held the minor's hand holding the stick, raising it up and then lowering it. After repeating this seven or eight times, she let go and let the minor do it himself while she watched from the side.

After a while, he held her hand and taught her again. Seeing that the minor was able to do it more effectively, he squatted down and helped the people around him deal with the vines.

The sun moved inch by inch in the sky. When the sun set and people in the fields around the tribe began to carry or hug the vines that they had pulled out today and transport them to the tribe, the people in the tribe had already cleaned up these things.

The beaten vines were placed aside, leaving only a pile of small gray-brown fruits.

The tribe's priest was holding an irregular, round pottery jar in his hand to hold these gray-brown fruits.

She did this very seriously. Every time she did it, she would fill the pottery jar to the level before pouring it into the straw basket beside it.

And every time a jar was poured, a small stone that had been sharpened would be used to scratch a vertical line on another larger stone.

Several rows of such lines have been drawn on this stone slab.

After putting all the gray-brown seeds here in, the priest looked at the stone slab in front of him and sighed slightly.

The latest row of lines drawn is much smaller than the previous ones.

“#￥5$!”

Just as he was sighing and staring at the stone slab in a daze, cheers suddenly broke out in the tribe.

The priest turned his head and looked outside the tribe, then he smiled.