At night, on the grassland, the wind was a little strong, and the crowd led the horses to a small hill that served as a natural haven, although not very well.

More than a dozen cloth tents were propped up, and dry grass and firewood were taken from the cloth bags, and flint and copper daggers were used to lure out the sparks.

Boom, flames go up to the sky!

A sheep skewered? roasted on the fire, there was no head, because Wang Yang didn't like to eat, only his body roasted "Zizi" oil and water on the fire, and others rolled to prevent it from burning.

Everyone was holding bowls and chopsticks, and they didn't have the consciousness of singing and dancing, and countless pairs of eyes were either staring at the unknown animal with oil, or staring at Wang Yang, who was hugged by Xiaohong to show affection.

Everyone didn't say a word, but wrote everything in a notebook and showed it to others.

They all have a small pocket for ink and another pocket for a brush, and the lid and mouth of the ink are spirals for modern times.

Unscrew it when you use it, screw it on when you don't use it, it won't drip out half a drop, and if it's gone, go to the big ink bag to make some supplements.

Generally, it is replenished once a day, and at the end of the day, there is basically a little left, but it is also used for a long time.

When the big ink bag is almost gone, the delivery team will be notified to bring ink next time, and everything is in order.

Ma Yi sat sullenly on the ground, raised his head to look at Xiaohong from time to time, and then glanced at Wang Yang a few times in fear, then lowered his head, his expression silent and complicated.

Suddenly, a euphemistic and beautiful song floated over the bonfire, not the beautiful woman playing Xiao, but Wang Yang playing the flute.

He was playing the flute, a flute made by people according to their own hearts. The flute sound is crisp and graceful, like a small river flowing slowly.

The unsmooth, somewhat staccato tune has become the most beautiful sound in the world to the ears of those who have never heard any music.

"It's been a long time since I've played the flute, and I'm almost gone." After blowing a song, Wang Yang sighed a little, he can make a flute, because he dismantled the flute when he was a child and knew the structure inside.

He still remembers that the flute he dismantled was worth five dollars. It's made of plastic. It's a local tyrant, that's right, he was also beaten up by his father, a loser!

At that time, Wang Yang was very unhappy. Isn't it just five dollars? What have you done with my New Year's money for so many years?

Now him. Naturally, I don't think so. His father beat him, not because he wasted five dollars, but because of the mentality of a loser.

The crowd was not intoxicated by the sound of the flute and could not extricate themselves. They just looked at Wang Yang with admiration, thinking to themselves, only Wang Yang could make such a peculiar sound with a piece of wood.

Then they stepped forward, took the flute, and began to play it wildly.

There was life on the campfire, blowing and blowing, and someone began to roast the sheep? Ma Li cut off layers of thin slices, put them in a bowl, and brought them to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang picked up a piece of crispy skin, lightly dipped it in fruit sauce under everyone's eyes, put it in his mouth, and smiled at the corner of his eyes.

After a few years of being in the book, he was almost unsaved, but he didn't expect everyone to dig out so many doorways from those extracurricular books that didn't need to be studied, even fruit jam, which enriched his life.

Apparently, he was eating happily.

When he was happy, Xiaohong was happy, so everyone was happy, of course, Ma Yi was happy because Xiaohong.

Then he was unhappy again, because he thought that he was not making Xiaohong happy.

After dinner, before the game started, several people approached Wang Yang and introduced themselves to Wang Yang.

Xiaohong also remembered something, and said to Wang Yang: "There are a few people who are very capable, do you know them?" ”

The very capable people are those in the tribe who have outstanding abilities in some way, and there are many divisions because of the different regions.

On the forest side, there are mainly carpenters and other leaders, and there are some on the wheat side, and there are naturally some on the grassland side.

These men are either very good at handling livestock, or very good at driving wild animals, and in any case they are all respected.

There are three hundred and sixty lines, and the line is the champion.

And with the sharp increase in the number of tribes, some upstarts such as Ma Yi have emerged, and there are quite a few of them.

Among them, there are second-generation, third-generation, and even fourth-generation.

There are so many people, Wang Yang has not understood them at all in the past few years, and he has no heart to understand them.

At present, he doesn't have the heart to understand, he just wants to take a good vacation and rest well.

He believes that it doesn't matter if he doesn't interfere, and there are no problems in the past few years.

So he shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't say this, unless there is something big that you can't solve, don't bother me, don't I just want to steal half a day?" After struggling for twenty years, I will talk about it after a while. ”

Seeing that Wang Yang didn't have the heart to know them, they were not angry, but took it for granted, they hadn't seen Wang Yang for a few years, let alone knew him, and now it was quite an honor for everyone to see him.

The campfire would not be extinguished, the horses would not neigh, and countless people could only be heard writing and trying to write the jumbled answers.

They are in the game, but the game is different from before, because of the need in the past, Wang Yang is secretly promoting the content of the game.

Nowadays, knowledge has been successfully promoted, and there are naturally many more things than this, such as mathematics, biochemistry, physics, and a big test in seven days, and a small test a day, which is more frequent than the third year of high school in later generations.

Fortunately, they are particularly interested in this new knowledge, and mixed with the interests of giving priority to their spouses, they are eager to take the test every hour, and there is no better student than them.

Looking at this group of "elite students", Wang Yang's heart was full of satisfaction and pride, he is simply the most powerful principal in the world, which principal can promote the atmosphere of learning so well?

More of a relief and joy that I have finally fulfilled my lifelong wish to be able to communicate with a group of human beings with the imprint of civilization.

This kind of spiritual satisfaction is far more than starving for a few days and suddenly seeing a piece of meat...... Well, it's actually more satisfying to be hungry for a few days and suddenly see a piece of meat.

He honestly stated that the spiritual satisfaction was too false, because he was a man who had not departed from low tastes, although he was ready to write full of sorrow from time to time.

Speaking of low-level fun, when the night came, after a mixed hand-to-hand fight between men and women in full swing, everyone went into the cloth tent to sleep.

The tent is not big, usually a few people sleep in one room, and some are crowded.

But tonight, they had to squeeze a little more, because they had to make room for Wang Yang.

Wang Yang said that no, just sleep together, but where do everyone dare to do this? I heard that he slept in a big house alone on the other side of the forest, and no one dared to sleep with Wang Yang.

After thinking about it, Wang Yang didn't refuse, and fell asleep not long after lying down.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he suddenly found that something was wrong, and he was extremely sensitive, and found that there were more than two lives in the tent, him and the little one.

There are other life, is that life a man or a beast? Is it a saber-toothed tiger or a nomadic wave of hunting?

Feeling the slightly undulating snort, Wang Yang's expression was cold, and he gently took out the dagger from his waist, hesitating whether to give him a knife first, or a knife first, or a knife first?

He was very inclined to give him a knife first, but the creature seemed to feel his movement, and a sideways, elastic thigh pressed against his waist.

As soon as his arm was stretched, he held Wang Yang's head and pressed it to his chest.

Feeling that he was squeezed into two soft balls, Wang Yang's careful liver was beating wildly, and he almost gave him a knife!

Fortunately, his mind spun very quickly, and it suddenly occurred to him that since the little guy did not issue a warning, indicating that it was not a beast, then, combined with the feeling at this time.

The other party is a person, well, or a woman, and most importantly, it seems that the woman is not wearing clothes......

In order to find out whether the other party was wearing clothes or not, Wang Yang touched the woman's back, all the way down, all the way to the thigh, and then touched it back and forth many times.

Only then did it be certain that the other party was not wearing clothes. He said to himself, I was here to make sure she wasn't dressed, not to touch.

This reason is definitely out of vulgar taste, but it is definitely not related to elegant sentiment.

"Woo!" Xiaohong was woken up, her body was a little cold, and the blanket was not covered, so she wrapped her arms around Wang Yang's waist, rubbed a few times, and relied on this big fireball to keep warm.

Wang Yang almost spurted blood, and there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart!

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, relics ......"

He kept silently thinking in his mind, this is hormones, this is hormones, he is a man with elegant discipline, he can go to heaven and the ocean, and he must not be defeated by vulgar hormones.

But Xiaohong hugged herself like this, it was so uncomfortable that she couldn't sleep.

He can only keep saying to himself, you must hold on, otherwise the ruin is small, the loss of reputation is big, and he plans to travel back to modern times one day to meet people.

In the entanglement and struggle, in the vulgarity and elegance, in the degradation and sublimation, in the gun and the horse, the sun is up.

Xiaohong also woke up, as soon as she woke up, she felt wrong, something was against her, and when she looked down, it turned out to be scattered wooden spears.

However, he caught a glimpse of Wang Yang's bloodshot eyes like beasts, and couldn't help but ask strangely, "What's wrong?" What's uncomfortable? I forgot to tell you that I came to sleep with you yesterday and wanted to talk to you, but when I saw you asleep, I didn't wake you up. ”

Wang Yang nodded with difficulty: "Next time, I can make preparations by notifying me in advance." ”

His eyes were not on Xiaohong's face, but at Xiaohong's healthy body, and finally made a difficult decision in his heart: "Let's ...... again."

Just as she was thinking about it, Xiaohong had already put on a long robe and walked out, leaving Wang Yang with a melancholy face of internal injuries.

On this day, Wang Yang's spirit was very poor, and when he was walking, he stopped from time to time to look at his crotch, and muttered in a little panic: "It won't be suffocated, right?" How do you feel a little uncomfortable? (To be continued......)