Han Cheng took the piece of ID card that belonged to him in his hand, and then began to pick up the remaining ones, read them out loud, and handed them out to everyone.

There are also those children, but they are basically over the age of three.

Children under the age of three do not have ID cards because they have a higher discount rate.

The person who received the Tao ID card held the ID card in his hand, carefully and novelly played and watched, and sometimes several people would get together to compare and discuss.

Be amazed by the unexpected beauty of the ID card.

I don't know who took the head, but I carefully drilled a small hole in the exquisite pottery identity, and then threaded it through the neck with a thin leather rope.

Within two days, except for Han Cheng, all the people in the Qingque tribe who had ID cards operated like this.

A good ID card has become an ornament now.

Looking at the tribesmen with uniformly woven ID cards around their necks, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle.

Fortunately, now is not the next generation, if in the future life, dare to drill a hole in the ID card, it will be a little troublesome.

But it's okay to wear them around your neck, so you can recognize each other's identities at a glance.

And it's not easy to lose.

The ID card of the Qingque tribe, to a certain extent, can be regarded as a combination of the household registration book and the function of the ID card of later generations.

The ceramic ID card, but also the wooden ID card attached to the meaning, similar to the different hukou of later generations.

As time goes on, the sun goes down and the temperature doesn't get as hot as it used to be.

On such days, the hundreds of acres of millet around the Qingque tribe are also full day by day.

Sometimes, all it takes is a gust of wind to blow and the fragrance of the millet about to ripen, enveloping the whole tribe.

Such a fragrance makes everyone in the Qingque tribe become vibrant.

As the sky turned bright, and the creak of the wooden door, the witch, who had not seen much sleep, came out of the room, washed up, and fed the rabbits with grass.

After taking out the rabbit and putting it in his hand for a while, he walked out of the tribe gate accompanied by Senior Brother Sha and another person, and walked towards the valley to the east, which was already slightly yellowed.

Circling around this large area of grain belonging to the tribe has become another major hobby of witches.

Looking at these millet that was growing so well, sometimes he bent down to pull some grass from the ground, and he couldn't do enough of these things.

At the beginning, Han Cheng was still a little worried about his safety and afraid that he would be tired, but after a period of time, after seeing Wu's spirit getting better and better, he stopped saying anything.

However, when the witch goes out, at least two people will be accompanied by weapons.

After all, this is the primitive era, not the future generation where all wild beasts have to be deliberately protected by humans to survive and barely save their lives.

"Bang!"

Senior Brother Sha, who was walking with Wu on the edge of the valley, suddenly stopped, opened his bow and arrows, and when the bowstring sounded, a feathered arrow had already flown out like a meteor.

"Boom!"

Where the feather arrow fell, a flock of black-pressed birds, like a black cloud, rose suddenly from the grain field.

Chirping and crowing, they landed on a tree not far away, waiting for the abominable two-legged beasts to leave and come back to eat these rare and hearty delicacies.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot them!"

When they landed on the tree and cursed the monkeys who didn't let them eat properly, the monkeys who didn't grow much hairy were cursing at them.

After discovering that the grain that his tribe had worked so hard to grow was stolen and eaten, Wu is old age disappeared at all, pointing at the birds that had plagued the crops, and swearing with his feet, which was even more energetic than when he danced the gods.

"Stretch!"

Senior Brother Sha was as good as a stream, stretched out his bow and arrows again, and an arrow flew out, and a bird standing on the tree screamed miserably, and after being carried forward by the feather arrow for a distance, it fell to the ground.

The birds, who had seen the hairless monkeys, screamed in panic, flapped their wings and flew away.

Wu, the elder who was still angry, was still cursing angrily in the direction of the birds' departure, and his emotions were so excited that even the local dialect of the tribe soared out.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food. This statement is not false at all.

The vast expanse of maturing millet around the Blue Sparrow tribe is irresistibly tempting for these birds.

Before the witch's cursing had died down, the birds, which had circled in the air for half a circle, fell into a place about a mile away from him, and continued to chirp and feast on their friends.

From time to time, there are some sporadic birds flying in to join the feast.

"Shoot! Shoot them! ”

Wu's eyes were red, and he said this to Senior Brother Sha, and he had already bent down to find a dirt and threw it towards the damned birds with all his might.

Of course, he couldn't throw it away from such a distance.

It was also Senior Brother Sha, who was a little annoyed, who approached from behind and fired the bow again......

"Shoot ......"

In the early morning fields, the angry howl of the witch continued to sound, which was much more confident than when he was sacrificing to the gods.

"Why hasn't Wu come back?"

Han Cheng muttered, in the past, even if he went out for a walk, it wasn't because he shouldn't have come back for so long......

Looking at the Wu who was panting, with bird feathers on his head, a string of dead birds in his hand, and a curse in his mouth from time to time, Han Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Old children, old children, sometimes when people get old, on top of some behaviors, they do become a little childish.

In order to make Wu angry, Han Cheng specially added another meal to the people of the tribe and roasted and ate all these birds.

"Son of God, these birds ......"

Wu said with a worried look as he chewed on the bird's flesh fiercely.

This morning's tossing and turning made him almost helpless about these flies-like annoying birds.

After listening to what Wu said about driving away these birds, Han Cheng also nodded, what Wu said was indeed a very necessary thing.

At this time, the ecology is really good, there are many kinds of birds, and after the news of a large area of delicious food here in the Qingque tribe spreads in the bird world, there is no shortage of flat-haired animals who come to fight the autumn wind.

If left unchecked, let them go on like this, and when the grain is fully ripe and ready to be harvested, the fruit on it will almost shrink by one percent or more.

"It's okay, I have a solution."

Han Cheng said confidently to Wu.

Hearing Han Cheng say this, Wu immediately felt a lot more relieved, and quickly finished the meal, and pulled Han Cheng to quickly use his means to restrain those annoying birds.

He couldn't bear these birds.