The pictures that appeared in Han Cheng's mind were those from history textbooks.

It was a big bronze mask.

On the top of the mask, it was rusty and full of patina.

The eyeballs on the bronze mask and the nose and mouth stand out.

Such a mask looks unique, and there is a big difference between it and mainstream historical relics, and it looks unique.

Along with these masks, there are also some bronze trees that also appear to be very stylish.

On the side of these pictures, there are some introductions about Sanxingdui.

Recalling the pictures he had seen in his mind, and staring at the bronze mask in his hand for a while, the shock in Han Cheng's heart became stronger and stronger.

The mask in his hand was far from being as good as the mask on the picture in his memory, and it was also very different from the mask in the picture.

But if you compare carefully, you can still see some similarities.

It's like the eyes that look bulging out of the mask in my hand!

Sanxingdui was in the ancient Shu Kingdom before the Qinling Mountains, and now, the place where it is located is also the area south of the Qinling Mountains, and geographically, it also belongs to the ancient Shu Kingdom.

Comparing the similarities between the humble mask in his hand and the exquisite mask in the Sanxingdui civilization, Han Cheng's heart couldn't help but thump.

Everything he saw in front of him, and so many coincidences, couldn't help but make him associate the two together.

Could it be that this Red Tiger Tribe is the tribe that created the Sanxingdui civilization?

Is it the person who created the early Sanxingdui civilization?

Now, the place where he is wiped out by himself is almost the same Red Tiger Tribe, which is the early civilization of Sanxingdui?

Thinking about these things in his heart, Han Cheng's mouth opened wider and wider, and the shock in his heart became more and more.

At the same time, there are also strange and indescribable feelings that arise from the heart.

The whole person's head became dizzy.

If it is really as I guessed, it seems that according to the normal course of history, I inadvertently seem to have made a big mistake!

Han Cheng, who had been staring at the bronze mask in his hand for a long time, and Han Cheng, who was dizzy and had so many thoughts dancing in his head, shook his head vigorously.

Throw aside many thoughts in my heart because of this bronze mask.

Regardless of whether the Red Tiger Tribe is as he guessed, there is some inextricable connection with Sanxingdui, and now the Red Tiger Tribe is already occupied by its own tribe.

With the exception of a few, the rest either died or integrated into their own tribes.

Han Cheng had nothing else to say except to cheer on those Red Tiger tribesmen who had escaped and let them continue to work hard to develop the tribe again.

After all, he is so busy, and his tribe still has a lot of things to be busy with, how can he always think about these things.

Moreover, the Red Tiger Tribe is gone, and there is still its own tribe.

If you don't consider the historical complex, as far as the current situation is concerned, the Qingque tribe with its own existence is more able to take on the important task of development, build this piece better, and develop a culture.

Of course, even if it is not suitable, Han Cheng will definitely work hard to make it suitable.

Han Cheng thought this in his heart, and he also somewhat understood why the development level of the Red Tiger Tribe would surpass many tribes in this era.

The grassroots standing on the side, looking at the god who was staring at the bronze mask in his hand one by one, and his face changed constantly, he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his head.

He was puzzled, not knowing why the god son of his tribe was like this.

This strange thing cast in bronze doesn't look very good, it's very rough, and the quality is not as good as that of its own tribe.

There is no rest of the merit except for the strange.

Moreover, it is also of little use.

It is not sharp and cannot be used as a knife or other thing to cut.

Nor can they be used as tools to work.

Its only use, it seems, is to wear it on the face.

But what kind of use is such a use?

It's of little use other than getting in the way.

In the eyes of the grassroots, the role of this thing is not as great as that of a head of their tribe.

He picked it up for the Son of God to see, because it had a strange shape, so he brought it to the Son of God of his tribe to see.

But I didn't expect that this thing could actually arouse such attention from the Divine Son.

Could it be that this thing looks strange, but in fact has no use, and what use does it have that I don't know?

Otherwise, how could the extremely wise and wise Divine Son of his own tribe become like this?

In the thought of the grassroots' extreme curiosity, Han Cheng, who had been staring at the bronze mask for a while, looked away from the bronze mask.

"Since they don't want to go out, let them continue to live in here."

Han Cheng stretched out his finger and pointed at the Red Tiger tribesmen who had no noses, and explained to the grassroots.

These people like to stay here, just enough to continue to work as miners and technicians in it, and shine for their tribe.

Such a person, Han Cheng likes to see it the most.

"However, the technology they have now cannot be used, and we need to pass on the advanced technology and experience of our tribe to them, so that they can produce better things."

Han Cheng once again made an explanation.

The grassroots nodded vigorously, indicating that he had written it down.

The various minerals in this valley are to be developed in Hancheng.

It is not enough to rely on these women who have less noses.

In the future, it is necessary to continue to arrange people to come in and increase the development of these minerals.

For these women who have no noses, there are some habits that Han Cheng will not change, and according to their own habits, let them continue to live like this.

But there are some habits, and Han Cheng decided to change them.

For example, they don't get married, they don't have children.

This is not a good habit.

It is cruel to stifle the nature of a woman and deprive her of the opportunity to be a mother.

Such a cruel thing, Han Cheng must be corrected.

I have been working here, where is there a time to work, a few fat dolls, chattering around the side, doing work and tired, you can also beat the fat doll, move the muscles and bones, and soothe the feelings to be comfortable?

That's it!

Han Cheng, who couldn't help rubbing his hands, thought excitedly.

Of course, the most important thing is that while doing these things, the population of your own tribe can also get a good growth.

As for the question of whether the children born to these women will also lack a nose, it is not within Han Cheng's consideration at all.

After all, the noses of these women are cut off the day after tomorrow, not congenitally.

So there's no need to worry about passing it on to the next generation.

"When you arrange for the people who come in to work, you have more men to come in and let them live with these women."

Han Cheng said to the long legs walking beside him.

A good woman is afraid of pestering.

Even if these people were before, under the cruel rules of the Red Tiger Tribe, the idea of not living happily and not having children became so deeply ingrained in their minds, everyone got along day and night, and under the impetus of human nature, there will always be a night when such a confinement will be broken!

As for whether there will be male primitives who dislike the ugliness of these female primitives without noses, so they refuse to have fun with them, Han Cheng is not worried at all.

After all, as a big guy in the comment area said, some male men are energetic, even ewes.

And these women, just missing a nose, are much more beautiful than sows.

"Women should also be brought in, preferably with their spouses, so that they can all live together."

Han Cheng thought about it for a while, and said to Long Legs again.

This move is to add fuel to the fire.

Even if some people can finally hold some lines because of something, they will become vulnerable in the face of the primitive minor tunes created by the people around them with practical actions......

It can be said that Han Dashenzi is also very insidious and cunning.

After taking a few turns in the valley of the Red Tiger Tribe, which is rich in mineral resources, and making some arrangements for some things, Han Cheng, accompanied by Long Legs and the others, finally left this valley and came to the hill on the edge of the Red Tiger Tribe's residence to look at this place.

"Don't demolish these houses, just live like this, and plant rice in the surrounding paddy fields that haven't been sown yet.

After the seedlings were planted, a wall was built around the perimeter of the houses. ”

Han Cheng stood on the top of the mountain and pointed to the Red Tiger Tribe's residential area.

The grassroots standing on the side nodded vigorously, indicating that he had written things down carefully.

The grassroots, of course, nodded vigorously.

Because Han Cheng had already said that he would temporarily manage the Red Tiger Tribe and be responsible for various affairs.

Red Tiger Tribe?

Han Cheng muttered in his heart, and then shook his head.

That sounds awkward.

The Red Tiger Tribe has disappeared, and now this has become the place of its own tribe, and it is still like this, and the Red Tiger Tribe is called by the Red Tiger Tribe, and I always feel that something is not right, and it is easy to make people think of something.

Especially those of the original Red Tiger tribe.

It's time to rename this place.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart.

After such a thought appeared, something quickly appeared in Han Cheng's mind.

This thing was nothing else, it was the crude bronze mask.

The Red Tiger Tribe Residential Area here, or it will be called Sanxingdui in the future.

After this thought arose, Han Cheng quickly settled on it.

The name Sanxingdui should indeed be appropriate.

In fact, at the beginning, Han Cheng listened to the ear and shouted smoothly, wanting to remove the 'pile' behind it and make it a two-character name.

But after realizing that if the 'heap' was removed, it would become a three-star star, Han Chengcheng dispelled this idea.

This is not only because the Samsung thing is easy to explode and hurt people, but more importantly, it is necessary to prevent the stick from disgusting people.

Although Han Cheng knew that his concern was a bit unfounded, Han Cheng still decided not to call it that.

It's still more pleasant to call Sanxingdui, and it's safer.

Well, it doesn't seem to be very insured.

Because some people who have no brains and are accustomed to inventing history, if they are really serious, can invent all the races and all history of the whole world as derived from their civilization......

Shaking his head and shaking his head at the brazen deeds of these brazen people, Han Cheng continued to stand here and watch the Red Tiger Tribe's residence planning......

At night, an oil lamp flickers and illuminates the dark room.

Han Cheng sat at the table, holding a brush in one hand, on the edge of the inkstone made of bluestone, he grated the tip of the grate pen, then sat up straight, transferred the pen in his hand to the paper, and then began to write seriously.

Write very carefully stroke by stroke.

Men who are serious are the most handsome.

But this handsomeness doesn't last long.

"Whoa."

"Bang!"

There was a sound like this in the quiet room.

The paper that had just been written was crumpled into a paper ball by Han Cheng's hands, and then he threw it into the corner of the room.

In this corner, there are seven or eight similar paper balls.

These were all left there by Han Cheng tonight.

Standing up and rubbing his head vigorously with his ink-stained fingers, Han Cheng couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face.

It's still hard to write with a brush.

Since the brush was taken out by him, Han Cheng has practiced calligraphy a lot.

With his continuous practice, it is certain that the calligraphy has improved greatly.

It's just that it's small characters, and when you write big characters, it's still easy to write badly.

After rubbing his head, Han Cheng wandered around the room for a while, and after still not being able to find the state, Han Cheng finally changed things to do, and then wrote the three big words 'Sanxingdui' later.

Han Cheng, who sat back at the table, took out a pamphlet from the table.

There are a lot of numbers written on the booklet.

He flipped through it for a while, flipped it to a page, and spread it out.

This is the number of people in the tribe.

Then he pulled out a few more pieces of paper from the side.

He opened it and spread it out on the table as well.

On this paper, there are a lot of numbers written on it.

What is recorded above is the change in the population of the tribe since the last time Han Cheng counted the population.

Han Cheng looked at these numbers and calculated, and after adding, subtracting, and subtracting for a while, Han Cheng drew a horizontal bar under the paper, and wrote a new number underneath - seven thousand five hundred and twenty-three!

(Thanks to the book friend SeaL for the reward, haha...... ）

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