"Hiss~"

Han Cheng couldn't help but take another breath, it wasn't that he felt terrifying when he saw the Dou Zong powerhouse, but that there was a strong stinging pain coming from his arm, and that sour feeling was simply indescribable in words.

His right arm was already red and swollen, and there was a bulging ridge in the middle, which was a little whitish and had some blood spots.

"Damn, why is this damn thing right now!"

Han Cheng, whose face was purple on his hands, struggled to scratch the redness and swelling on his arm with his hand, and scolded indignantly.

Well, don't worry, the purple color on Han Shenzi's hand and face is not caused by poisoning, but for another reason.

It all started yesterday.

Yesterday, the first new house of the Qingque tribe had already tied the rafters and paved the fence, and when they were about to paste the mud on it, it rained when the sky was not beautiful, so the work of making the roof of the house had to be stopped temporarily.

Fortunately, it is not a violent storm, and such rain can be withstood by houses that have not yet been roofed.

The rain was pouring down, and it didn't stop until today, and after Han Cheng took a big hat to inspect the houses in the courtyard, he thought of the dozen or so mulberry trees four or five miles away, and his heart suddenly jumped.

It's not that he thinks of silkworms again.

With leather pants that are much softer after nitrate, he no longer has such a strong obsession with making pants with silk.

What made his heart jump was mulberries, the kind of red, purple, sweet and sour little fruit.

This thing was Han Cheng's favorite when he was a child, and it can be on a par with popsicles, Tang monk meat, Nande, and Beijing instant noodles.

Now that it has been thrown into the primitive society, don't think about the three things in the back for a short time, but this mulberry can be recalled.

I remember that in my previous life, mulberries generally ripen before and after wheat ripening, and where Han Cheng is now, the climate is not too different from my previous life, so it should also be at this time.

In the previous life, Han Cheng's hometown generally matured more than a month after the rape was harvested, and the approximate calculation time was that the maturity of mulberries was almost at this time.

Han Cheng patted his head and secretly said that he was confused, how could he almost forget such an important thing?

The thought of eating mulberries grows like weeds, and you can't hold it anymore, so you don't want to wait for a moment.

Han Cheng went back to the house and called a few senior brothers who were resting in the cave, brought weapons and accompanied him to the mulberry forest.

Staying away from the tribe alone, Han Cheng would not normally do it, and he now valued his life as very important.

Under his efforts, the life of the Qingque tribe is getting better and better, and there are signs of gradually moving closer to the countryside in the last century.

Senior Brother of the Divine Son's proposal, they naturally agreed, these days, Senior Brother, they have either built a wall or built a house, and they have not gone far for a long time, and when they heard Han Cheng's words, they all felt a little itchy, so they followed the eight people.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too few hats in the tribe, there would have been more people who followed.

Hats were made as early as the beginning of spring this year.

The one who did it was still lame.

The reason why the hat is made is because the umbrella is too troublesome, and the raw materials needed are not available to the Qingque tribe for the time being, so the second thing to do is to make the hat, mainly for the people who stand guard in the rain.

With flexible tree sticks, thatch, and rope, and Han Cheng by his side, it wasn't too difficult for the skillful lame to make a hat.

First, a hollow cylindrical shape of about five or six centimeters in depth and more than ten centimeters in diameter was woven out of a tree, which was used to wear it on the head.

Then, the column is bent outwards and downwards with a few strands that are used as 'bones' to form an angle of about 45 degrees with the cylinder of the main body.

Continue to use these sticks as the bones, and weave them several times from top to bottom with tree strips, and set them into the shape of an upside-down cone.

Then the thatch, which was cut into about fifteen centimeters of grass with a rope, was tied to the horizontal strips of wood from the bottom to the top, so that in order to prevent rain from leaking from the tip of the hat, a small animal skin could be made there to cover it.

The crime that Han Cheng suffered now is related to eating mulberries in the future.

came to this mulberry forest that had not come for a long time, and Han Cheng was not disappointed, most of these tall mulberry trees were hung with red and purple mulberry fruits.

A few black-looking birds, but not crows, came first and ate these mulberries on the mulberry trees.

These birds were not afraid of people, and when they saw these two-legged beasts with clubs climbing up the trees, they only tilted their heads fearlessly, and then tore their ugly throats and called twice for a while.

Show off these two-legged beasts that can't climb to the top and can only eat the leftovers they eat.

Han Cheng was in no mood to pay attention to these noisy miscellaneous birds, so he just climbed the branch with one hand and picked mulberries with the other and sent them to his mouth.

After the rain, the mulberries are washed off the dust, and they are soaked in the rain and put them in the mouth to cool down.

When you bite into it, the thin and soft peel breaks, and the sweet purple juice bursts out and fills the mouth, which is even more unstoppable than eating Xuanmai.

People say that happiness gives birth to sorrow, and just when Han Cheng was immersed in the taste of childhood and couldn't extricate himself, tragedy quietly came.

A strong stinging pain suddenly came from his left arm, and Han Cheng's hand to pick mulberries suddenly retracted, and when he was busy looking with his eyes, a red ridge had already risen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Han Cheng's first reaction was to stop cooking, he escaped the beasts of the primitive era, but he was assassinated by the insects of the primitive era!

Thinking like this, I hurriedly looked at the branches and leaves that I had just rubbed, even if I died, I had to kill the murderer first, and I couldn't wait until the next life to take revenge.

Those branches and leaves looked the same as the rest, and it was only when Han Cheng turned them over with a broken branch that he saw the murderous thing under a leaf.

The guy was small, about the size of two soybeans, with a green body with some red or white spots, and some spines about two or three millimeters long on his back, which were pale yellow.

After Han Cheng saw the true face of the guy who assassinated him, he first breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he was furious.

I have searched for silkworms on the mulberry tree so many times, but I have not seen silkworm feces, but now I have encountered such a divine beast!

It's really useful, and the scourge is very happy.

This guy is called 'foreign spicy' in Han Cheng's hometown, a proper divine beast, with a huge amount of energy in his small body, and when he is pulled up, the sting is unbearable, and it takes several days to get better.

Han Cheng had been pulled before, and he could only be relieved for a short time by applying it with cool toothpaste.

But at this time, it is obvious that toothpaste cannot be found.

He reached out and scratched at the red and swollen area, and after thinking for a moment, he broke off the branch where the 'foreign pepper' was, let the person standing below leave, and then threw the branch off the tree.

Sliding down the tree himself, under the concerned gaze of the senior brother and the others, Han Cheng used two small sticks to split the body of this divine beast that had assassinated him, and then smeared the place where it was pulled with the pale green liquid that flowed out after its death.

Strange to say, after the water was applied, the hot sting quickly lessened a lot.

That's probably the reason for the original soup food.