He Chen didn't expect Zi to be so rubbing!

He waited all morning and one noon and didn't come!

"You can't pigeon me, can you?"

He Chen's tone was relaxed, but his face was solemn.

Although he and Zi agreed to merge, this kind of verbal remark is similar to the effect of a fart in this era where there is no virtue of integrity.

It's possible that Purple didn't want to merge later, it's possible that the leader of the Yellow Worm tribe didn't agree to the merger, or it was possible that the people from the Yellow Worm tribe's hunting team didn't agree to the merger......

The more He Chen thought about it, the worse he felt.

You must know that the Yellow Worm Tribe does not have a Dinghai God Needle like Grandpa White Butterfly, who knows if Zi has that persuasiveness and courage.

But fortunately, to his relief, he finally saw Purple and the person Purple was carrying.

He was accompanied by Shuijun and Zhi.

It seems that they met and came together.

Seeing that Zhi and Zi were talking and laughing, He Chen couldn't help but admire his big heart.

But with Shuijun by his side, there really is nothing to worry about.

He Chen saw them coming all the way, and hurriedly went down the mountain to greet them and opened the gate of the fence.

There were more than two dozen people, messy, and some unicorns, iron-shelled kun and the like.

Some women are still breastfeeding their children, without concealment.

However, He Chen didn't care about this, but greeted him with a smile on his face and said loudly:

"Uncles, aunts, you have come from afar, you have worked hard!"

The crowd was there all at once.

This is the first time they have seen such a situation.

"Don't be stunned, let's get inside! I've got the rose honey ready for everyone to taste! ”

He Chen made a gesture of please, and then shouted to the mountain: "Aunt Hua, move down the wooden box containing water!" ”

He had found some roses and had tinkered with a little bit of nectar.

The taste tasted strangely bitter and sweet in He Chen, and the key was that it was fragrant with roses.

The rest of the tribe is not in love, and drank a lot last night.

It's time to take it out today to entertain those who just arrived.

It's okay to meet Xiaoen Xiaohui for the first time, otherwise it will not be good to become an uncle in the end.

"Here it is, Morning Witch!"

Hana came down with a wooden box with a thick arm, and the wooden box contained pale red water.

"Uncles, aunts, you drink slowly, wait for me when you're done, I have other arrangements."

He Chen smiled.

The crowd was a little overwhelmed and didn't move.

However, the purple was directly pasted up, and he sucked at He Chen.

The corners of He Chen's eyes jumped.

After taking a few sips, a trace of intoxication flashed on the purple dumb face, and then beckoned to the people of the Yellow Worm Tribe: "Go drink it!" ”

Only then did they come forward, take the wooden bowl of flowers, and gulp down their mouths.

After drinking, his face was full of surprise.

After all, this unique flavor was rare in prehistory.

The people of the Yellow Worm Tribe came in and drank, while He Chen walked towards Shui Jun.

"Shui-kun!" He Chen respectfully and respectfully.

Shui Jun still looked cold, but a black shadow jumped over on Shui Jun's back.

"Croaking Bubble Frog!" He Chen was overjoyed and hugged the croaking bubble frog.

"Quack!"

The croaking bubble frog rubbed He Chen affectionately.

"You're the Morning Witch now?" Shui Jun's voice was cold.

"Yes, Shui-kun, I need your help!" He Chen roughly told Shui Jun about his national subjugation plan and the integration plan of the two tribes.

"We're going to mate later!"

Purple interjected next to him.

He Chen was helpless.

What's this feeling of being married......

Shui Jun looked at Zi Wu, and his voice was a little gentle: "If Zi Wu wants to mate, it is naturally possible." ”

Big guy, don't help me make decisions without permission!

Shui Jun's gaze turned to He Chen again: "Do you know the spirit witch?" ”

He Chen nodded.

"Don't disgrace her." Shui Jun said: "I'll wait for you at the elder's place." ”

As he spoke, he jumped to the top of the mountain in a few vertical leaps.

He Chen watched Shui Jun jump into the cave, and then turned to look at Zhi: "Uncle Zhi, why did you come so slowly......"

The tone was a little complaining.

He asked Zhi to go to Shuijun early in the morning, who knew that it would be so late.

Zhi scratched his head embarrassedly: "I went to find Shuijun, Shuijun said that he sensed the purple witch and asked me to wait, and then we came together." ”

He Chen was stunned.

"Suck ~"

Zi hugged He Chen and sucked hard, and even wanted to lick it.

"Stop, stop! Purple Witch, I'll take you to see the new residence of your Yellow Worm tribesmen! He Chen's scalp was numb, and he always felt that Zi wanted to eat him.

There is no other meaning, it is the most simple kind to eat and chew.

Several people walked inside together.

Those people were still drinking rose honey, or rose water, and they were full of praise, apparently not having drunk this novel drink.

And while drinking, he also praised the cleverness of the Green Worm tribesmen, especially the little cub Chenwu.

"Later, build a big milk pot ranch and make rose milk tea, and see if you natives can stand it."

He Chen laughed in his heart.

Milk tea, a drink of mass destruction, tsk.

Walking to a wooden house under construction, He Chen pointed and said, "These wooden houses are for you to live in. ”

"But ......"

Purple is naturally stunned.

"However, it comes at a cost." He Chen smiled.

Just kidding, people don't hoe the ground, water the ground, don't look for firewood, how can they help you build a house and live for you casually.

"At what cost?" Purple tilted her head.

"Contribution points." He Chen smiled.

"Contribution points?"

Not only Zi, but also Zhi and Di were puzzled.

"You'll find out later." He Chen smiled.

That's what he thought about this morning.

That's the currency!

I don't know why, there is nothing that can be used as currency here, but He Chen thought of a way.

That's recording and lettering!

Primitive people don't have words at all, he can ask Mao to make some small wooden strips, and then engrave some words on them, such as "wings, 10", that is, wings have ten contribution points today.

Sending a stick of wood to the corresponding person means that he has ten points for his contribution to the tribe, and the corresponding ten points can be exchanged for a piece of meat.

A rough monetary system can be built! And He Chen is the central processing unit.

He himself would record the amount of currency that was issued, so that no one would steal it, and no one knew what the Chinese meant, but Arabic numerals could be easily taught to everyone.

The most important thing is that there will be a surplus of elven prey hunted now, and with the birth of wooden houses and money, private ownership will also take shape.

With private ownership, the productive forces will be greatly developed, and it will also be convenient for He Chen to control the direction of the development of the tribe.

For example, chopping wood, farming, hunting, and handicrafts can all have contribution points, but in the current period, hunting and farming will be the first priority.

In this way, He Chen can increase the contribution points of farming and hunting, so that everyone is more interested in farming and hunting, because the contribution points of farming and hunting are better, and more things can be bought.

In the future, the hunting mode will definitely be replaced, because even if there is more prey, it will not meet the needs of the entire tribe, so farming may have a lot of contribution points, so the tribesmen will tend to "employment trends" to farming.

This will be more conducive to He Chen's control of the tribe.

"Morning, I'm going to see the stones."

At this time, Purple suddenly spoke.

He Chen and Zhi glanced at each other.

"Yes." He Chen nodded: "But you will pay attention to it later, and you must respect our tribe's Grandpa White Butterfly." ”

Purple nodded slightly.

"Croaking Bubble Frog, go play with the Great Murder."

He Chen twisted his neck.

Xiaobai is getting heavier and heavier, and He Chen feels that he is running with weight at any time.

And the croaking bubble frog also came to stay on his shoulder as soon as they met.

This is still Xiaobai training at Di's place, if Xiaobai and Quack Bubble Frog go up together......

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In the long run, He Chen felt that he would definitely get frozen shoulder, cervical spondylosis, and lumbar disc herniation at a young age.

"Quack."

The croaking frog agreed, and headed for the pond.