Han Cheng swore that he had never drunk such a delicious meat soup.

Although the soup was made in a unique way, with no seasonings or even salt, he could still say with certainty that it was the most delicious food he had ever tasted.

After eating three bowls of water in a row, Han Chengcai ate all the minced meat in the 'bone bowl'.

The old primitive man was very happy that Han Cheng, who was like wood, could eat the food he had invented.

He put the empty bone bowl back in its original place, and looked at Han Cheng with a smile behind him, and then tentatively said something to him, accompanied by some gestures.

Han Cheng couldn't understand or understand what the old primitive man meant, and even if he did, all he could respond to was to roll his eyes and blink as he did now.

The old primitive man worked hard like this for a while, and seeing that Han Cheng seemed to have difficulty understanding what he meant, he didn't do useless work, but turned around and started to busy his business.

After waking up today, Han Chengcheng knew that the old primitive man in front of him was a cultural person.

This is very easy to see, because in this cave, a small cave that seems to be relatively independent, there are many stone slabs, and many quaint and clumsy characters are carved on the stone slabs.

Well, maybe it can be described as a picture.

It was very similar to the ones he had seen on the rock wall before he crossed over.

And now the old primitive man is slowly carving a stone on a stone slab that is not full of writing.

What is a person who can write, not a cultural person? Especially in primitive times.

Han Cheng squinted at the old primitive's hand holding the stone, wanting to see what he was going to portray.

However, until he fell asleep, he did not see a single reason to come out.

This is not because the old primitive's handwriting is too primitive, and Han Cheng can't understand it, but because the old primitive's writing speed is too slow, so slow that Han Cheng has fallen asleep before the two words are written......

When I woke up again, it was already a little dark, and a kind of primitive man who had gone out returned with the joy of harvest.

"Bang!"

The pot-bellied second senior brother's shoulders shook, and a heavy prey fell from his shoulder to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, blowing the flames so much that they were almost extinguished.

Han Cheng looked over and recognized that it was a wild boar, looking at the size, it was almost about 100 catties, such a big guy, and he didn't know how they caught it and killed it.

Today is a harvest day, in addition to this big wild boar, there are three small wild boars of about ten catties.

It seems that they have taken the wild boar's family to the end.

There were also women who spread out the skins they were holding, revealing the yellowing of the green fruit inside.

The fruits were all put in the place where the elder brother took the fruit last night.

The people of the tribe were all beaming with joy and joy at this precious food.

Because there are so many prey caught today, they can have a good meal!

Under the arrangement of the senior brother, the people in the cave worked in an orderly and enthusiastic manner.

Senior Brother Sha used a stone knife to cut the stomachs of four wild boars of different sizes.

Take out all the entrails of the boar and give the intestines to the lame emaciated man.

The lame man, with the help of his wife, walked out of the cave with the intestines, and it wasn't long before his wife came in with a hanging of pig intestines that had been processed.

It was handed over to the person in charge of making dinner, while she continued to go out and help his man with the pig intestines.

Han Cheng blinked, but he didn't expect that this lame primitive man was still a master of handling intestines.

The others were not idle, peeling the skin, cutting the meat and roasting the intestines, and they were very busy.

As everyone got busy, the smell of meat soon spread through the cave.

Tonight's food was indeed very rich, in addition to the four pairs of pigs in the water, there was also a small wild boar.

After the things were baked, it was the senior brother who did it first.

He tore a piece of fat from the roasted pork, got another piece of intestines, and held it to the old primitive like the master.

The old primitive man pointed at Han Cheng, opened his mouth and said a few words to the senior brother, the senior brother nodded, and then looked up at Han Cheng with some curiosity.

Then he went out and got some more from the pile of baked food.

The black piece, Han Cheng didn't recognize it.

The sumptuous dinner party began, and the food for tonight was plentiful, and even the lame primitive family, who went to fetch food at the end, were given enough food to fill their stomachs.

Seeing that everyone was happily eating meat, Han Cheng's stomach also sang a little song happily.

But no one paid any attention to him, and everyone, including the old primitives, was enjoying their hard-earned food.

Of course, the old primitive people still eat slowly.

When everyone else had finished eating and had been brushing each other's hair with their hands for a while, the old primitive would finally swallow the last bite of food.

Then he got up, took the bone bowl that Han Cheng had already used once, picked up the swarthy thing that the senior brother had brought at the end, broke a small piece with his hand, crushed it with his hand, and put it into the bone bowl.

Han Cheng suddenly realized that this was a cooked pork liver.

After about ten minutes, Han Cheng drank a delicious and alternative pork liver soup.

By this time, the cave had already darkened.

By the time he had finished eating, most of the people in the cave had already slept.

Han Cheng looked at this simple and quiet cave, and the people in the cave, his heart was surprisingly quiet.

Sunrise and sunset, this seemingly monotonous and boring life, but he felt what he had always wanted but couldn't get before.

That's the slow pace of life.

Here, people don't need to pursue too many things, as long as they have enough food to fill their stomachs every day, they can get the joy that emanates from the depths of their hearts.

It's not like the afterlife, where I am overwhelmed by invisible pressures every day.

I can't wait to go to bed all day, and I still feel that I don't have enough time......

From this point of view, later generations may not really have the happiness of primitive people.

Han Cheng's somewhat ethereal thoughts were interrupted.

Maybe it's because they're full, and there are a lot of people who can't sleep tonight.

And at this time, there was no good entertainment, not like the later generations who could also fight the king or something, all, the cave soon played a primitive song.

One after another.

Han Cheng suddenly discovered a very serious problem, in the past, if he encountered such a scene, even if he didn't want to, something below would react immediately, but now, he didn't even feel the slightest feeling!

Damn, it's over......