Chapter Forty-Six: The Primordial First Hercules
In the evening, the people of the three tribes of Longtao returned to the cave one after another, and after a day of searching, it seemed that they were not tired.
In fact, when they were looking for Chen Mo, they also spent it in paddling, after all, the songs they sang were so good, causing primitive people who had never heard singing before to have endless aftertastes.
When the chief of the dragon set saw the people who had nothing to gain, he looked dazed, and everyone bleated, Didn't they all hide in the woods yesterday afternoon?
Hundreds of people from the three clans, searching for more than a dozen remnants hiding in the jungle, but they couldn't find it?
Wu was even more furious! His collection was temporarily uncontrollable, and he liked to boil the heads of the captured chiefs into a pot of soup and give them to his own children and the children of the elder chiefs, thinking that this would improve their intelligence and combat effectiveness.
There are more and more heads, but the descendants are getting more and more stupid, looking at the son who is spreading his fingers by the fire, he comforts in his heart: "Eat the head of the chief of the son of the gods, and you will become the son of the gods!"
This time, everyone didn't dare to hold a bonfire party outside the cave, for fear that Chen Mo would wear a sugar gourd again.
"Today, none of you have found anyone from the Navy, so you have no food tonight!" Wu said to the Longtao people who were sitting around the campfire waiting for the meal to be served.
"Chief, you don't either!" Wu continued.
"But, great witch, we haven't eaten all day, give me some, they don't care. The chief pleaded.
"No! no one can eat without finding the Navy's tribe!" Wu ignored the begging chief.
Everyone did not dare to hate Wu, in the primitive tribe, Wu claimed to be a person who could communicate with the gods, and claimed to be the spokesperson of the gods in the desolate society.
The right of witch cannot be replaced.
The crowd couldn't eat it, but could only look at Wu and his idiot son and the son of the Great Elder: stupid, where is there a delicious rabbit to gnaw. The great elder of the Longtao tribe, who is Wu's own brother, had a high fever in the winter a few years ago and died of illness. Leaving only his son: stupid, who has been following Wu.
Wu's stupid son asked Wu, "Father, why don't they eat meat?"
Wu looked at his son kindly: "If the author doesn't give them food, they won't have to eat." ”
"Oh, Father, can't offend the author, no. The stupid son continued to ask Wu.
"Yes, the author is the most handsome person in the world, and he is also the hardest worker, and he has to make up stories to a complete extent, and he doesn't know what his spine is tired of every day!" Wu sighed.
A few people finished the barbecue and went back to sleep on their thick fur beds under the envious eyes of everyone.
And the ordinary clansmen of the Longtao tribe can only rest on the dry grass. Now the primitive tribes have already appeared class division.
The Longtao people lying on the ground not only thought of the song sung by the Shuijun tribe last night: "Everyone in the Shuijun tribe has meat to eat, Tianshen salt to eat, fur to cover, and mother-in-law...... Compared with the water army tribe, one is the sky and the other is the earth, and the dragon set is the person on the ground. ”
The Longtao people guarding the river took advantage of the fact that the tribesmen were asleep and secretly asked the river: "What are your tribes like?"
He was also hungry, and when he mentioned his tribe, he said excitedly: "In our water army tribe, everyone can eat the salt of the gods, and there is no need to drink the blood of beasts, we all sleep on fur covers, and we don't have to sleep on the ground." We all have something to eat, so we don't have to go hungry. Our chief is the son of the gods, so there are no witches in the tribe! And everyone in our tribe has a mother-in-law, and the one who sang outside last night had two mothers-in-law!"
"Wow, your tribe is so good, I really want to join your tribe!" the Longtao people sighed.
"Okay, you can join at any time. River said.
"Really?" said the Longtao clan excitedly, the voice was a little loud, and it made a noise to the son of the great elder: stupid, stupid came over, raised his foot and kicked it, and the person who was kicked rolled on the ground and did not dare to make a sound.
The more I moan, the more I ravage stupidly. This is something that the tribe knows.
Chen Mo led everyone to quietly carry the coal to the door of the cave and spread it, spreading a thick layer, and the newly converted clansmen made a lot of branches and leaves in the afternoon.
The new branches and leaves were almost dry by the fire, and Chen Mo asked them to get some young leaves.
He asked Zhuang to weave a few big bamboo fans, and Zhuang carried the bamboo fans down the mountain panting, curious about what the chief was going to do.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Chen Mo urged to carry three bamboo baskets, and his bamboo baskets were filled with coal.
Panting and asked Chen Mo roughly: "Chief, why do I carry three bamboo baskets on my back, and they all carry one, or two people carry one?"
Chen Mo spit out the grass stalks in his mouth, and originally planned to say: As long as you eat more, you must work more, but when he thought about it, he ate less than him, but the two of them carried a basket of coal, so he changed his words.
"Hey, who doesn't know that rough is the strongest person in our navy tribe!" Chen Mo said exaggeratedly.
"Uh-huh, yes!" said everyone, carrying a basket of coal.
"The strongest person must be responsible! This is the real man!" Chen Mo continued to exaggerate.
"Yes, yes, I am the strongest man in our tribe! I have to take responsibility!" he patted his chest and said angrily.
"Yes, you're a strong man!"
"Yes, I'm a strong man! Big man! I can resist one more basket!"
Carrying three baskets of coal on his back, he trotted all the way to the door of Longtao Cave, quietly fell, and then ran all the way back to the top of the mountain, loaded four baskets of coal, and ran down.
The cannon and the stem were loaded with coal, and the three women were also breaking branches in the surrounding trees.
Seeing the rough snorter carrying four bamboo baskets, he asked, "Hey, cannon, what's wrong with the coarse? Just now he asked him to carry three baskets, and he was grinding and chirping, and now he runs away with four baskets on his back." ”
"Who knows, what kind of nerves did this old man make, did he take viagra?"
"What is viagra?" "I don't know what viagra is, I asked cannon.
"I didn't know that the line the author gave me was Viagra. Scratching his head, he replied truthfully.
From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, there are four miles of road, Chen Mo and Xiao are tired and panting when they carry a basket, and they carry four baskets by themselves, which is the same as playing.
"What a big guy. Shao sighed.
"As long as you talk a lot, if you talk more, you can give me four baskets!" Chen Mo glared at Shao and said.
Shao immediately changed his tone: "Wow, wow, wow, the strong man of our navy tribe is here with four baskets of coal mines!
"Mmmm, I'm the strongest man in our tribe!" he looked up at Shaohe Chen Mo and said proudly.
"The bravest coarse, I give the strongest coarse in the name of the son of the gods as the primordial first strongman!" Chen Mo pretended to be a divine stick, his right hand slowly raised, and pointed at the coarse and said.
"Hey, I'm the primordial No. 1 Hercules! You all put down the coal, and I'll fight it myself!"
After pouring, he took the bamboo basket in Chen Mo's hand again, and the bamboo basket in Shao's hand was ......
The people who had nothing to do, standing not far from the cave, cheered in unison.
"Come on!"
"Come on!"