Chapter 1141 Three-Star Pile Civilization? ! (2 in 1)

The pictures that appeared in Han Cheng's mind were pictures from history textbooks.

It was a big bronze mask.

The top of the mask was stained with rust and covered with verdigris.

The eyes, nose and mouth on the bronze mask are particularly prominent.

Such a mask looks unique, and there is a particularly big difference between it and mainstream historical relics, and it looks unique.

Accompanying such masks are some stylized bronze trees that are also very stylish.

On the side of these pictures, there are some introductions about Sanxingdui.

Recalling the pictures he had seen in his mind, and staring at the bronze mask in front of him for a while, the shock in Han Cheng's heart became more and more intense.

The mask in his hand is far from being as good as the mask on the picture in his memory, and compared with the mask on the picture, there are many differences.

But if you compare them carefully, you can still see some similarities.

It's even better than the protruding eyes on the mask in my hand!

Sanxingdui was the ancient Shu Kingdom before the Qinling Mountains. Now, the place where I am located is also the area south of the Qinling Mountains. Geographically, it also belongs to the ancient Shu Kingdom.

Comparing the similarity between the simple mask in his hand and the exquisite mask in Sanxingdui civilization, Han Cheng's heart couldn't help beating non-stop.

Everything he saw in front of him, and so many coincidences, could not help but prevent him from associating the two together.

Could it be that the Red Tiger tribe is the tribe that created the Sanxingdui civilization?

Is it the people who created the early Sanxingdui civilization?

Now, where I am, I have wiped out a similar Red Tiger tribe, which is the early civilization of Sanxingdui?

Thinking of these things in his heart, Han Cheng's mouth opened wider and wider, and his heart became more and more shocked.

At the same time, there are also strange and unspeakable feelings arising from my heart.

The whole person's head became dizzy.

If it is really as I guessed, and it seems to follow the normal historical process, it seems that I have made a big mistake inadvertently!

Staring at the bronze mask in his hand for a long time, Han Cheng, who was dizzy with many thoughts dancing in his head, shook his head vigorously.

He threw aside all the thoughts that had arisen in his heart because of this bronze mask.

Regardless of whether the Red Tiger Tribe is inextricably linked with Sanxingdui as I guessed, the Red Tiger Tribe is now occupied by its own tribe.

Except for a few people, the rest either died or were integrated into their own tribe.

Apart from saying cheers to those members of the Red Tiger Tribe who got away and asking them to continue working hard to develop the tribe again, Han Cheng had nothing else to say.

After all, he is also so busy, and there are many things in his own tribe that need to be busy, how can he always think about these things.

Moreover, the Red Tiger tribe is gone, and there is still its own tribe.

If you don't consider the historical complex, as far as the current situation is concerned, the Qingque tribe with its own existence is more able to take on the important task of development, build this area better, and develop a culture.

Of course, even if it is not suitable, Han Cheng will definitely work hard to make it suitable.

Han Cheng thought in this way, and he also understood why the development level of the Red Tiger Tribe surpassed many tribes in this era.

Grassroots standing on the side looked at Shenzi who kept staring at the bronze mask in his hand, and his complexion kept changing accordingly, he couldn't help reaching out and scratching his head.

He was very puzzled, not knowing why the Son of God of his tribe behaved like this.

This strange thing made of bronze doesn't look very good, it is very rough, and the quality is not as good as that of my own tribe.

There's nothing redeeming about it other than being weird.

Also, it's of no use.

It is neither sharp nor can it be used as a knife for cutting.

Nor can it be used as a tool for labor.

Its only use, it seems, is to bring it to the face.

But what kind of use is this kind of use?

It serves no purpose other than getting in the way.

From the perspective of the grassroots, the effect of this thing is not as useful as a hoe of their tribe.

He picked it up to show the Son of God, because the shape of this thing is strange, so he took it to show the Son of God of his own tribe.

But he didn't expect that this thing could attract such attention from the Son of God.

Could it be that this seemingly strange thing is actually useless, and is there any other use that I don't know?

Otherwise, how could the extremely intelligent and wise Son of God of his own tribe become like this?

While the grassroots were thinking about it curiously, Han Cheng, who stared at the bronze mask for a long time in a daze, turned his eyes away from the bronze mask.

"Since they don't want to go out, let them continue to live here."

Han Cheng stretched out his finger and pointed at the red tiger tribe members who had no noses, and confessed to the grassroots like this.

It doesn't matter if these people like to stay here, they just can continue to serve as miners and technicians here, and shine for their tribe.

Han Cheng likes to see such people the most.

"However, the technology they have now can't be used. We must teach them the advanced technology and experience of our tribe so that they can produce better things."

Han Cheng made an explanation again.

Grass root nodded vigorously, indicating that he had written it down.

All kinds of minerals in this valley are to be developed by Han Cheng.

Just relying on these women with missing noses is not enough.

In the future, it is necessary to continue to arrange people to come in and intensify the development of these minerals.

For these women without noses, there are some habits that Han Cheng will not change, and let them continue to live like this according to their own habits.

But there are some habits that Han Cheng decided to change.

For example, they don't marry or have children.

This habit is not a good habit.

It is too cruel to kill the nature of being a woman and deny a woman the opportunity to be a mother.

Han Cheng must correct such a cruel thing.

I have been working here all the time, when there is no time to work, a few fat dolls are chattering around me, tired from working, and I can beat the fat dolls, move my muscles and bones, and relieve my emotions.

That's it!

Han Cheng, who couldn't help rubbing his hands, was thinking so excitedly.

Of course, the most important thing is that while doing these things, the population of your own tribe can also get a good increase.

As for whether the children born by these women will also lack noses, it is simply not within the scope of Han Cheng's consideration.

After all, the noses of these women were cut off, not congenital.

So there is no need to worry about passing it on to the next generation.

"When arranging people who come in to work, arrange more men to come in and let them live with these women."

Han Cheng said this to the long legs walking beside him.

A good girl is afraid of pestering her husband.

Even before these people, under the cruel rules of the Red Tiger Tribe, the idea of ​​not having a happy life and not having children became deeply ingrained in their minds. Under the impetus of nature, one night, such confinement will be broken!

Han Cheng was not worried at all about whether there would be male primitives who would dislike these noseless female primitives for being ugly and would not want to have fun with them.

After all, as a bigwig in the comment area said, some men have become more energetic, even ewes are like that.

And these women, just missing a nose, are much, much prettier than sows.

"Women should also be arranged to come in, preferably her spouse is also here, so that they all live together."

Han Cheng thought for a while, and said to the long legs again.

This move is fueling the fire.

Even if some people can finally hold on to some lines because of some things, they will become vulnerable to the original ditties created by people around them with practical actions...

It can be said that God Son Han is also very insidious and cunning.

After a few laps in the valley rich in mineral resources of the Red Tiger tribe, and after making some arrangements for some things, Han Cheng, accompanied by Changleg and others, finally left the valley and came to the Red Tiger Tribe. On the hill next to the tribe's residence, look out over here.

"These houses should not be demolished, they should be lived in this way first, and the surrounding paddy fields that have not been sown should be transplanted first.

After the seedlings are planted, a circle of walls is built around the houses. "

Standing on the top of the mountain, Han Cheng pointed to the Red Tiger tribe's residential area.

The grass root standing beside nodded vigorously, indicating that he had written down the matter carefully.

Grass Roots of course nodded vigorously.

Because Han Cheng has already said that he should temporarily manage the Red Tiger Tribe and be responsible for various affairs.

Red Tiger Tribe?

Han Cheng muttered this in his heart, then shook his head.

This sounds awkward.

The Red Tiger Tribe has disappeared, and now this place has become the place of its own tribe. It is still called the Red Tiger Tribe, and I always feel that something is not right, and it is easy to think of something.

Especially those from the original Red Tiger Tribe.

Time to change the name here.

Han Cheng thought so inwardly.

After such an idea appeared, something quickly appeared in Han Cheng's mind.

This thing is nothing but that very crude bronze mask.

Here is the residential area of ​​the Red Tiger Tribe, or it will be called Sanxingdui in the future.

After this idea came up, Han Cheng quickly decided on it.

The name Sanxingdui should indeed be appropriate for the occasion.

In fact, at the beginning, Han Cheng wanted to remove the 'heap' at the back and make it into a two-character name because it sounded pleasing to the ear and yelled fluently.

But after realizing that removing the 'heap' would turn him into a three-star, Han Chengge dismissed the idea.

This is not only because Samsung is easy to explode and hurt people, but more importantly, it is necessary to prevent the stick from disgusting people.

Although Han Cheng knew that his worry was unfounded, Han Cheng decided not to call it that.

It is still more pleasing to the ear to call Sanxingdui, and it is safer.

Well, it doesn't seem to be very safe.

Because some people have no brains and are used to inventing history. If they are really serious, they can invent all the races and all the history of the whole world as derived from their civilization...

Shaking his head, throwing the brazen actions of these brazen people out of his head, Han Cheng continued to stand here and watch the residence of the Red Tiger Tribe and make plans...

At night, an oil lamp flickered, illuminating the dark room.

Han Cheng sat at the table, holding a writing brush in one hand, and carefully brushed the edge of the brush on the edge of the inkstone made of bluestone, then sat up straight, transferred the brush in his hand to the paper, and began to seriously writing.

It is written very carefully stroke by stroke.

Serious men are the most handsome.

But such handsomeness can't last long.

"Clatter."

"boom!"

There was such a sound in the quiet room.

The paper that had just been written on was crumpled into a ball by Han Cheng with his hands, and then he threw it forcefully into the corner of the room.

In this corner, there are seven or eight similar paper balls.

These were all left there by Han Cheng tonight.

Standing up, he rubbed his head vigorously with his ink-stained fingers. Han Cheng couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face.

This calligraphy is still difficult.

Ever since he got the brush out, Han Cheng has practiced brush calligraphy a lot.

With his continuous practice, it is certain that the brush calligraphy has been greatly improved.

It's just that it's small characters. When writing big characters, it's easy to write badly.

After rubbing his head, Han Cheng wandered around the room for a while, but after still not being able to find the status, Han Cheng finally changed his mind to do something else, and wrote the three big characters 'Sanxingdui' after waiting.

Han Cheng, who sat back in front of the table again, took out a booklet from the table case.

There are many numbers written on the pamphlet.

He flipped through it for a while, turned it to a page, and spread it out.

What is recorded above is the population of the tribe.

Then he took out a few more papers from the side.

Open it and spread it on the table.

There are a lot of numbers written on this paper.

The above records are the statistics of the population changes in the tribe since Han Cheng counted the population last time.

Han Cheng looked at these numbers and calculated. After adding, subtracting and subtracting for a while, Han Cheng drew a horizontal line at the bottom of the paper, and wrote a new number below——7523!

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