The sun is a very selfless thing, whether it is good or bad, whether it is barren or rich, it does not hesitate to shed its own light, enveloping them in its own light.

Except, of course, in corners where the sun doesn't shine.

Under the autumn sun, in a relatively flat place, there is a grass hut that is not very neat.

The thatched hut is not very round in shape, and the roof is also irregular in shape.

The thatched hut is not tall, even the highest part of the roof of the thatched hut is only a little more than a meter above the ground.

There are about thirty or forty of these thatched huts, and they seem to be a little messy in this area.

Around the thatched huts, a simple fence made of branches and stones encloses the land, which is not tight, but it still gives people a sense of security.

In the courtyard of this tribe, there are some women and some old people, who are squatting in a clearing in the middle of the courtyard, constantly whipping something with a stick that looks a little flat in their hands.

These are sun-dried vines with pods on them, which are now mixed with vines.

As the shirtless people in the skins beat it, the pods mixed in with the vines burst open, and some gray-brown seeds popped out of them.

Some minors who are not afraid of getting their feet pierced run away barefoot directly on it.

Some of the pods were trampled on by them.

Of course, the small gray-brown particles that are beaten out are round and slippery, and sometimes some minors fall to the ground when they slip under their feet.

Such a beating was nothing to the minors, who quickly got up from the ground and continued to run on it.

The area around this tribe, with its domed grass houses and simple fences, was unlike most tribes of this era.

Around this tribe, there is a large area where not many trees grow.

The trees were apparently removed artificially.

There's a lot of stuff growing in these places where there aren't many trees.

Aside from a few weeds, there were more vine-like plants, the same ones that the tribe was beating.

Many of the leaves on this vine-like plant have turned yellow, and a lot has fallen on the ground.

When the vines are lifted, the scorched leaves fall to the ground, and when you step on them, you will make a tiny crumbling sound that is characteristic of dead leaves.

If you have a stronger body, you will bend down and grab the root of the vine with both hands, uproot it, and set it aside.

Most of the people who do this kind of work are female primitives who are surrounded by short skins.

Some less sturdy male primitives were also in the ranks, doing the same thing.

However, when these male primitives did this kind of thing, they were not fast, and most of them were overtaken by the female primitives around them.

It's not that these less physically fit male primitives can't be as fast as these female primitives.

It only takes a little more to find out the reason why these male primitives are not happy to work and fall behind.

Because these crouching fellows, after pulling up some of these vines, would pause for a moment, and look up at the primitive women who were bending down to pull vines not far in front of them.

After watching it for a while, there will be some silent laughter, but no matter how you look at it, this smile has some obscene meaning in it......

In the middle of these domed thatched houses is a circular house that is larger than the others.

At this time, a man came out of the house.

The houses all sit north and face south, and the entrances for people to enter and exit are all facing south.

When I got in, I found that this kind of round thatched hut that looked very low was actually inside.

The space inside is much larger than what you might think from the outside.

This is mainly due to the fact that the inside of these houses is not level with the ground, but has been artificially dug down a lot.

In this way, the height inside is also suitable for human survival.

The man walked out of the house step by step along the ridge dug out of the cave entrance with something to see the scene in the courtyard.

This is a young woman, and you can tell from her somewhat gray hair and the two loose and drooping clumps in front of her.

She stood here for a moment, then walked towards the middle of the courtyard.

It can be seen that this old female primitive has a high prestige in this tribe.

As she arrived, the toiling men gave her respectful glances and said something to greet her.

Even the minors who were running around seemed much more honest after this primitive woman came over.

This older primitive man is the wise man of this tribe, and he can also be called a witch or a sacrifice, and there is not much difference at this time.

After she came here, she looked at it for a while, and then came to crouch down behind an older minor.

Reaching out with one hand, he took the minor's hand holding the stick, raised and fell, and after repeating it seven or eight times in a row, she let go of the hand and let the minor do it himself, and she watched.

After a while, he took her hand and taught it again, and seeing that the minor was beating in a much more decent way, he squatted down and worked with the people around him to deal with the vines.

The sun moved inch by inch above the sky, and when the sun set to the west, and the people in the fields around the tribe began to carry or carry the vines that had been pulled down today, these people in the tribe had already cleared these things.

The beaten vines were set aside, leaving only a small pile of gray-brown fruits.

The priest of this tribe was holding an irregular, round clay pot in his hand to hold the gray-brown fruits.

She did this very seriously, and every time she flattened the clay pot before pouring it into the straw basket on the side.

And every time a jar is poured, a small stone that has been sharpened will be used to draw a path vertically on top of another larger stone piece.

Several rows of these paths have been carved out on this stone slab.

After putting all the gray-brown seeds in here, the priest looked at the stone slab in front of him and sighed slightly.

The latest row of Dao Dao is much less than the previous one.

“#￥5$!”

Just as he was looking at the stone slab in a daze after sighing, cheers suddenly rang out in the tribe.

The priest turned his head to look out of the tribe, and then smiled.