At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the natives, who had been tossed all night, were finally allowed to be completely disbanded.

Just this means that their sore bones can lie down on the soft grass and sleep well in the warm rabbit skin?

Don't be funny! In the eyes of their leader, Brother Yong, this is simply impossible.

It's not that there is no water, how can I sleep with such a smell of sweat? What should I do if I get sick with a cold in this coming winter day because of lack of hygiene?

He didn't have a place to go get cold medicine for these guys.

Besides, in case they were injured in the next battle, the thick dirt on their bodies would be a huge source of infection.

If it weren't for the fact that it was too late and the weather was too cold, Song Yong was worried that these guys would be in trouble if they took a cold bath with cold water.

Otherwise, Brother Yong will let them take a hot shower tonight before going to bed.

But no matter what, he felt that washing his face and washing his hands and feet was necessary.

So, he opened a large bag of laundry detergent from the hotel, and drove everyone up and down the Gray Rabbit tribe to go to the small pond deep in the cave and wash their faces, hands and feet.

As for the higher level of hair washing, there is also a big job like bathing.

He felt that he might have to find an auspicious day for the zodiac, and he was mentally prepared enough to carry out such a historical event worthy of special mention.

Then the poor little pond suffered.

After everyone finished washing, Song Yong took his mobile phone and took a picture inside.

Where he saw was still a pool of clear water, a pool of black soy sauce with a layer of laundry detergent foam floating on it.

Even as the head came closer, a strong smell rushed into its nostrils.

almost smoked a poor young man on the spot.

There is no doubt that the clear water in this pond is completely wasted, otherwise, if these soy sauce-like things are drunk in the stomach, it may kill people.

After everyone had finished washing, he and the health commissioner Yu were separated for inspection.

Song Yong made it clear to everyone beforehand that if you don't wash your hands, feet and face, you won't want to sleep at night, so Song Yong checked it all the way, and the effect is still obvious.

The only problem is that after washing off the old dirt, those white faces, hands and feet are obviously black and white from those that have not been washed.

At the same time, he also saw an unusually painful expression on the faces of the natives.

However, Song Yong knew that whether these guys understood it or not, sanitation activities must be forcibly promoted, and that was a valuable experience that had been summed up by a dimensional civilization after thousands of years of development......

"Brother Yong, come over and take a look. Gardenia turned around and shouted loudly.

Then, after Song Yong, who was carrying a stick, heard this, he immediately hurried over from the other end of the cave, and kept muttering: "What's wrong?"

Gardenia didn't speak, but silently pointed to the wilderness lying on the haystack.

Song Yong carefully stared at the barren feet and head and face, and when he found that there was still obvious dirt on it, he instantly raised the stick in his hand.

He asked lightly: "Ara, do you want to wash your face, hands and feet by yourself, or do you wash them after I beat you?"

glared fiercely, the one who didn't look at his own sister at all.

I had no choice but to pour a small handful of laundry detergent into the laundry detergent bag next to the fire, and then continued to walk deeper into the cave, intending to wash again.

Looking at the deserted home, the look of unhappiness.

Song Yong launched a ruthless attack in his heart: What's the matter! The next time he comes, he must feel that he will bring a baton to see if you are afraid of pumping.

Eventually, by the time it was almost twelve o'clock, everyone had reached the hygiene standard.

Immediately after being allowed to sleep by the leader Yong, there was a loud snoring sound in the cave, and after a night of tossing, these poor fellows were really exhausted.

It's just that what they don't know is that their new leader, Brother Yong, didn't sleep.

Instead, he carried a torch of pine oil into the depths of the cave, and first took a large wooden spoon to clean the black water from the pond thoroughly.

Then, I took the unopened steel tip and finished grinding it on the grinding wheel.

Through the large stones blocking the entrance of the cave, the bonfire in the fire pit blown in by the mountain breeze gently swayed, for Song Yong, tonight was another sleepless night.

The battle with the Broken Tooth Tribe, he didn't intend to end up in person.

And these little things in front of him are all the things he can do for Gray Rabbit, a small tribe that is inferior to the production team.

These people of the Gray Rabbit tribe have allowed him to have a different life in the modern plane, and he has naturally made these natives have a better tomorrow.

Equal exchange, each according to his own place! Properly, there is nothing wrong with it.

With a sound of 'bang~', the fire in the fire suddenly burst into a little spark, as if in response to Song Yong's statement......

The steel spear head attached to the wooden stick emits an instinctively terrifying cold light in the newborn morning sun.

The captain of the hunting team carefully pressed his thumb lightly, and it was sharpened overnight.

As a result, he didn't use much force, and his calloused thumb was punctured.

On the sharp tip of the spear, a bright red bead of blood hung on it, showing its extraordinary sharpness.

"Wow, the artifact of the Huaxia tribe is really amazing~" The indigenous people who were watching immediately let out such an exclamation.

After polishing for a night, Song Yong only polished more than 30 gun heads.

However, he is very sure that the hunting team will go out with these things today, and he believes that they will get a different harvest.

For this reason, after Song Yong yawned, he urged everyone in the hunting team to arrive: "Okay, remember to catch a little more prey and come back, it's better to catch a little more goats and come back, remember to live!"

As if carrying the latest toys, the people of the hunting party went out in high spirits.

And Song Yong lit a cigarette for himself to refresh himself, and then shouted at the six fingers and a few people: "Come here, let's discuss it and see if we can make something good before moving with the Broken Tooth Tribe." ”

At the sound of his shouting, Six Fingers came over with a few cripples.

They were all good hunters in the tribe before, without exception, but in the process of hunting, because of this and that accident, they became in a state of missing arms and legs.

For example, a guy like Six Fingers who has a thumb on his left hand and only a thumb and index finger on his right hand is relatively lucky.

However, the Grey Rabbit tribe does not raise idlers, nor can they afford idlers, and in order for the entire tribe to survive in a difficult environment, they can only contribute all their strength.

Polishing the stone tools of various lives and battles has become the most important work for them to exert their residual heat.

Throughout the day, Song Yong led them to make wooden shields, which were useful tools in battle.

It wasn't until dark that the hunting party returned with an unprecedentedly rich harvest, and among them there was even a large wild boar of seven or eight hundred pounds, which was carried back by four men.

Suddenly, the whole tribe was revelry.