The knowledge he brought with him from the afterlife, or what can be called common sense, is the foundation of his life in this era.

There is a truth that will not change at any time, that is, a person who can bring benefits and usefulness to others is far more popular and even respected than others, and can more easily integrate into a collective.

You don't need to look far away, you just need to think about Han Cheng's process from the original meat that the second senior brother wanted to eat to the god son who is now particularly respected by the entire Qingque tribe.

These things that exist in his mind are his greatest wealth, and they are also the basis for him to live better in this era.

How could he be casual about something so important?

As for the things that are recorded on the pottery tablet, which will be seen by others, and his status as a god son will be affected from now on, Han Cheng has considered it as early as when he decided to record the things in his mind, and he has also adopted a corresponding countermeasure, which is Hanyu Pinyin.

All of these things he recorded were written in Hanyu Pinyin, and in his era, no one could really understand these things except him.

Even the three foreign friends who died were stunned, and they were helpless in the face of something that looked similar to English but was not a system at all.

This is an insurance that Han Cheng has added to himself.

He is not a great man, nor is he a selfless person, and it is impossible that he will not seek some future for himself.

At this time, the Qingque tribe was happy, all the people were huddled together to keep warm, and everyone also respected him as a god, but this is just for now, who knows what it will be like in the future?

The wings of the butterfly have flashed, the original historical process has quietly changed, and the entire Qingque tribe has been led astray by him, who knows what will happen in such a high-speed development?

No matter what way he thinks about it, he has to leave such a path for himself......

"Miko, kiln ......"

The voice of the black baby on the side pulled Han Cheng out of this imagination, and when Han Cheng reflected, he saw the black baby looking at him.

He asked himself about sealing the air intake.

Han Cheng shook his head slightly, not allowing himself to think about these messy things anymore, he thought about such things too much, and he always felt that something seemed wrong.

He bent down, and when he saw that the fire had spread to the air inlet, he nodded to the black baby, signaling that he could block it.

After the hole at the top of the kiln is sealed, all that remains is to wait.

Because of the snow, the days have become shorter, reaching out to feel the temperature on the earthen kiln outside the kiln, and then looking at the sky, Han Cheng finally gave up the idea of opening the kiln today to see the results, and walked to the tribe with Heiwa and a few people.

Snowflakes fell on the warm kiln and disappeared without a trace.

The dinner of the Qingque tribe is still soup, and since Han Cheng brought out the pottery and moved the pottery to cook soup and eat it, in the diet structure of the Qingque tribe, the cooking soup has gradually increased.

And as the weather gets colder, the soup is boiled more and more, and now, there is basically soup to drink three times a day.

"Let's ......"

The sound of chopsticks falling to the ground sounded, and the second senior brother held the bowl in one hand, bent down, and looked a little difficult to pick up the chopsticks.

This is the fourth time he has dropped his chopsticks tonight.

He knocked the chopsticks he picked up twice on the bottom of the bowl, shook off some of the stains on it, and after taking the chopsticks, he was ready to go to the meat in the bowl to eat.

As a result, the hand holding the chopsticks shook uncontrollably, and the chopsticks had a tendency to fall again.

After trying this twice, he had to give up the practice and hold the chopsticks in his hand instead of using them, but just leaned over to the bowl and drank the soup.

After drinking the soup, go to eat the meat.

The second senior brother tonight was very strange, in the past, he would have at least three bowls of such broth, but tonight he put down the bowl after eating only one bowl, got up and walked out of the cave, and walked all the way to the sleeping house through the snow.

Because of the layer of snow, tonight is much brighter than other nights.

The second senior brother swept out the open space in front of the door and covered it with a layer of sand, and stomped his feet vigorously to shake off the snow on the straw sandals, and then entered the house.

The room he lived in was adjacent to Senior Brother Sha's room, and to enter his room, he had to pass through Senior Brother Sha's room.

He stopped when he passed the room where Senior Brother Sha lived, raised his head slightly, and looked at the wall above the edge of the kang.

There, two sticks were nailed, and on top of them lay a handful of curved wood with a rope.

This is exactly the bow that Senior Brother Sha made today, and it is also the root cause of the pain and extreme contradiction in the second senior brother's heart.

He stood there and watched for a moment, trying to remove the bow, but he didn't do so, and returned to the room where he was.

After taking off his shoes and socks, he slept under the covers and covered his head.

Han Cheng had already noticed the strangeness of the second senior brother, and he also knew the reason why his chopsticks were old tonight.

Whoever kept throwing stones with all his strength for nearly a day would not be much stronger than the second senior brother.

It seems that the appearance of the bow and arrow has dealt a big blow to the second senior brother, the pea shooter of the Qingque tribe.

Han Cheng was holding the bowl and slowly chewing the food while thinking about it.

Slowing down the pace of eating was something Han Cheng was deliberately doing, not that he was also like a witch with bad teeth, but that he wanted a good stomach.

In later life, for various reasons, he left the habit of eating very quickly, and after many years, his stomach was correspondingly not good.

Now that he has come to the primitive society, he finally doesn't have to live like being chased by a vicious dog every day, so he naturally has to work hard to get rid of this bad habit.

It's a good idea to think of something to distract yourself while eating, or to count the number of times you chew while eating.

Han Cheng divided the last soup into three small bites and swallowed it, put down the bowl and left here, instead of going to the second senior brother, he went directly back to his room.

How to deal with this matter, he hasn't thought about it yet, so he can only wait.

'Whew! ”

The fur covering his head was lifted, and the fat face of the second senior brother peeked out from under the fur, and because of the poor lighting in the room, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

At this time, it was already the dead of night, if it was in the past, he would have been asleep when he could eat and sleep, but he has not fallen asleep tonight.

This man, who has always been able to fall asleep soon after lying down, tasted insomnia for the first time tonight.