Over the years, Liang has tasted a lot of things, and this little fruit in front of him is actually not very important to him.

Even when he looked at this small fruit, he still had some inexplicable excitement, which was the joy of encountering something that could make him move his mouth after tasting it.

But the joy didn't last long.

Liang put this little fruit in his mouth and chewed it slowly, once or twice, .......

Then the face, full of joy and anticipation, slowly began to deform.

"Bah, Bah, Bah......"

After trying his best to endure it for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his mouth and began to vomit uncontrollably.

After spitting up, he quickly picked up the kettle that was put aside and poured water into his mouth, and then rinsed his mouth with a grunt.

After rinsing the bowl with a pot of water, his mouth was still very uncomfortable, and then he ran to the water tank of the tribe, scooped up the water and continued to rinse his mouth.

At this time, Liang didn't have a little excitement in his heart, on the contrary, he was still a little afraid.

Because in his mind, there is always a very flavorful and visually striking dung scoop shaking.

This is obviously the shadow left in my heart after tasting the poison of the bright grass before.

In order to prevent the dung scoop from falling on his face, Liang is desperately rinsing his mouth with water at this time.

After a long time, the discomfort in my mouth slowly disappeared.

Ryo also feels that his tongue is his own tongue, and his mouth is also his mouth.

Not long ago, he felt his tongue stiffen.

Putting down the pottery bowl, Ryo walked back to the place where the fruit had been placed, looking at the small fruit wrapped in leaves, revealing some apprehensive expressions.

This seemingly inconspicuous little fruit is so sharp!

It's just a small bite that can make you so uncomfortable, and if you eat more, won't it be able to kill people?

But even so, he didn't have to throw it away first, as the women of that tribe did.

Because the poisonous bright grass that poisoned him before and was almost filled with dung, after a miraculous operation by the Divine Son, it has also become a good medicine for curing diseases and saving lives.

Nowadays, this kind of small fruit, although it is uncomfortable to eat in the mouth, is obviously not as toxic as the poisonous bright grass.

Something as poisonous as Poison Bright Grass is still useful, and this small fruit may be of great use.

Of course, the great use that Ryo thinks of is referring to other places, and it is certainly not about eating.

He just ate such a one, and before he swallowed it, he already felt that his tongue and mouth were no longer his own, and if he ate too much, then maybe his life would really be gone.

Thinking like this, Ryo wrapped the seeds and put them back up, and put them a little tighter than before.

Of course, this is not because he wants to swallow this fruit privately, but to prevent the ignorant minors in the tribe from picking up the fruit and eating it by mistake.

After the gradual improvement of living conditions over the years and the increasing number of things they have come into contact with, many people in the Qingque tribe will unconsciously consider things more comprehensively when they think about things again.

Just as Liang had just hidden these things, ready to pick up them again to see if there were any other new things, there was a faint sound of shouting outside.

He stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and listened attentively for a while, and then he sprang out like a child, as if he had been burned to the buttocks, and ran to the gate as soon as he slipped away, not caring to see if there was anything new here.

By the time he reached the gate, the outside of the tribe was completely boiling, and the crowd was cheering and jumping for joy, as if they were welcoming the victorious warriors.

Liang tiptoed and looked there, and in the midst of the shaking of many people's heads, he saw the familiar face of Miko, so Liang quickly rushed towards the place where many people gathered......

Little Pea is crying, she hasn't seen Han Cheng, a father, for nearly two months, and she already has some recognition.

Now that he was forcibly held in his arms by Han Cheng again, he pricked his face with some hard stubble, and immediately began to cry.

Han Cheng didn't mean to let go, he hugged his crying son and teased him for a while before letting go.

Looking at the little pea who was made to cry, Han Cheng still muttered in disgust.

This guy knows that crying with his mouth open, this can't be done.

Encountering such an unreliable father, the little pea is uncomfortable enough.

To deal with a crying child, Han Cheng has many ways to coax him.

There is no need to make a move for something as high-end as a rattle, and a single sun-dried and juicy peach picked from the road has already coaxed the little peas.

"Damn, it's as delicious as your mother......"

Han Cheng looked at the tears on his face, and muttered disgusted as he busily nibbled on the peaches of the peach.

The first day Han Cheng came back quietly spent in such a leisurely time.

In the evening, there is no need to elaborate on what can happen between two young and healthy couples.

This order can be seen from Han Cheng's lazy sleep the next day, and from time to time he pressed his waist with his hand.

It was at such a time that Mao came over.

When he came to find Han Cheng at this time, he naturally had something to say.

It's not about the autumn harvest.

The big guys take the autumn harvest to heart, and they don't need him to talk too much.

He was talking about the people of the tribe he met in the trade this time, and they were going to exchange the children of the tribe for salt.

At that time, Mao directly refused, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was better to say that it was better to know with the Divine Son.

First, this is the first time that I have encountered such a situation after trading for so long, and secondly, I am reminded that Miko has always attached great importance to the population.

If the people of those tribes were willing to exchange stronger people for table salt, it would be a good thing for the tribe.

After all, it doesn't take long for a tribesman to extract a jar of salt from a stone, but it takes a long, long time to raise a person from a child.

After hearing Mao's announcement, Han Cheng glanced at Mao in some surprise.

In the past, he only thought that the trade that would lead the people of the donkey tribe to sit on the second trader was only due to an extremely accidental factor, but now it seems that this accident actually contains some inevitability.

Not to mention the rest, but from the fact that he is now talking about it, it can be seen that this man is very talented in such things as trade......