Chapter 1142: Being Able to Fight Is the Last Word! (2 in 1)

As Han Cheng had predicted before, after the battle with the Red Tiger Tribe, the number of his own tribe really soared.

In addition to the ten or so babies born in the Tieshan residential area during this period of time, the number of people in the Qingque tribe has now reached 7,523!

Among these newly added people, there are more than 600 adults, and the remaining thousand people are minors.

The reason why there is such a big disparity is because the minors of the Red Tiger tribe are basically accepted by the Qingque people.

As for the adults of the Red Tiger Tribe, some were killed, some escaped, and some of the remaining captives died due to injuries and other reasons.

After adding all kinds of things together, it becomes more than six hundred.

Looking at the number written on the paper, Han Cheng couldn't help showing some smiles on his face.

The number of people in my tribe has reached more than 7,500, so is it still far from the population breaking through 10,000?

Over ten thousand is a stage.

Just like before, when the population exceeds 100, 300, 500, 1,000, 3,000, and 5,000, it is a stage.

Now, the number of people in the tribe has exceeded 5,000, and between 5,000 and 10,000, the distance of breaking through 10,000 has become much easier!

In fact, this is just thinking about it in his heart. Han Cheng knows that it will not be easy to add another two thousand people.

After all, after defeating the Red Tiger Tribe, his own tribe only increased by more than a thousand people.

More than 2,000 people are indeed not easy to increase.

but……

Han Cheng smiled, this is not a big problem.

There were only so many people in the tribe in the past, didn't they come over step by step?

Many things, as long as you continue to do it, as long as you can live long enough, you will usher in a good result.

In many cases, being able to fight is the last word.

Thinking of this in his heart, Han Cheng quickly remembered the Youchao tribe.

The tribal branch established by the hunchbacked primitive man, now there are not many adults left.

You don't need to look much to know that the rest of the people are old and young.

It is very difficult for these people to keep them alone, and it is very difficult to survive, so it is better to get them directly from their own tribe.

In this way, they can not only survive, but also get a better quality of life.

In this way, there will be more people in our tribe...

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng became cheerful.

I'm in a good mood.

Taking advantage of this good mood, Han Cheng put away all the books at hand, took out the paper again, took out the brush, and wrote on it.

After getting ready, Han Cheng took the lead and wrote the three big characters of "Sanxingdui" in an instant.

After finishing writing, he sat there and looked at it carefully for a while, and a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face again.

This person is in a better mood, and his handwriting is also better, much more pleasing to the eye.

He pressed the paper with a paperweight made of bluestone, and then went to clean the brush, put the brush away, stood at the table and looked at these things carefully for a while, and then he was satisfied with the oil lamp. He went to his own bed, took off his clothes, covered the bed, stretched out his hand and slapped the oil lamp several times in a row, but his skill was limited, the oil lamp only shook a few times, and finally did not go out.

After proving how rookie he is through the oil lamp, if he wanted to play with the cool God Son Han, he had no choice but to adopt the conventional method resentfully, exhale forcefully, and blow out the oil lamp...

"Choose a better-looking stone, carve these three characters on it, and set the stone in front of the tribe after a while."

Early the next morning, Han Chengcheng found the mason in the Sanxingdui residential area with the dried paper, handed him the paper, and explained this.

"Son of God, this is?"

The stonemason apprentice brought out by the first generation of stonemason wood in the tribe asked with some doubts.

"This is the new name here, from now on it will be called Sanxingdui!"

Han Cheng said to him with a smile.

"The sculpture looks better, and it will be erected at the gate of the tribe when the time comes, so that many people can see it."

Han Cheng communicated.

After hearing Han Cheng's talk, the stonemason nodded vigorously, expressing that he understood and would do it well with his heart.

Han Cheng reached out and patted his shoulder vigorously, then left with a smile, and went to do the rest...

The Red Tiger Tribe was basically wiped out. Those Red Tiger Tribal members who fled did not know where they fled. They probably didn't dare to stay around here anymore.

However, the matter was not over.

After the war many things need to be done, trivial.

There are many things that Han Cheng has let go and let some people in the tribe do. Only some things are done by Han Cheng himself, and some are done by people in the tribe.

Even so, there are still a lot of things that need to be done. For several days in a row, there is not much free time.

However, although people are busy, Han Cheng feels extra fulfilled.

So a lot of time, people who are busy are actually more fulfilled and happier than people who have nothing to do.

Of course, this kind of busyness is best to be the kind of busyness that you are willing to do.

Han Cheng is so motivated, besides these, there is another extremely important reason driving him to do these things.

This thing is home!

He has not returned to the main tribe for a long time.

The last time the big brothers came from the main tribe and returned to the main tribe, Han Chengcheng had already made up his mind to leave here after dealing with the affairs of the Red Tiger tribe, return to the main tribe, and take a look .

Now the Red Tiger Tribe has finally been dealt with, only a few small things are left.

As long as these things are almost resolved, then I can lead some people back to the main tribe!

Under such circumstances, how could Han Cheng not be motivated?

...

Three days later, Han Cheng led a group of people to leave the residential area of ​​the Red Tiger Tribe, which had been renamed Sanxingdui, and returned to the residential area of ​​Tieshan.

After Han Cheng left the Sanxingdui residential area, as the temporary person in charge of the Sanxingdui residential area, Grassroots also began to arrange things here according to Han Cheng's instructions.

The first thing that was arranged was to let people enter the industrial valley to develop the minerals...

In the valley, Grassroots told the noseless female primitive people who gathered together that they should follow the hands of some tribes to learn pottery, bronze smelting and other techniques to make better utensils.

After going through some twists and turns and understanding the meaning of grassroots, some noseless female primitives couldn't help humming in their hearts without saying anything.

Especially those who are older.

Let other people teach themselves and others to make these things?

Any idea how long we guys have been making these things?

Those of us who don't do other things in this life, spend all our time doing this.

Now, you're talking about having someone teach us how to make these things?

Why are you so funny? !

After these people know what the grass roots want people to do to them, they will naturally blow their hair.

After all, this is something they have been professionally producing for decades.

It is their pride!

Now, someone actually said to teach them how to make these things, how could they not have some ideas.

The grassroots naturally saw some of these people's ideas.

However, he wasn't going to say anything.

I didn't get angry about it in my heart.

Even thought it was a little funny.

Sure enough, these people had been locked up in the valley all this time and never went out.

It's cute to think confidently.

The grassroots didn't say anything more to these people, but just smiled and patted the shoulders of some Qingque tribesmen who had come in with craftsmanship, and then said with a smile: "Is there any reaction to these people? They think we The technology is not good! Wait a moment, you have to do it well, let these people see who is not good at all!"

After being told by the grassroots, these people who followed immediately became energetic.

They looked at these noseless women, then smiled, and without saying much, they began to carry tools, look for suitable materials, and make things in front of these Red Tiger Tribe people.

Time passed by like this little by little, and after a while, among the group of people without noses, some people began to feel restless.

Especially those who specialize in making pottery, their eyes can't help but widen when they see the extremely regular and beautiful clay tires that are formed quickly with the continuous rotation of the plate.

They have been making pottery for so long and no one has ever made such beautiful clay!

Not to mention that like these Qingque tribesmen, they were able to produce such exquisite mud tires in such a short period of time.

Even if they were asked to make only one mud tire within a year, they would not be able to make such a good and exquisite mud tire!

The people of the Qingque tribe are really capable!

No wonder they teach themselves and others to do these things.

It turns out that compared with them, I and others really don't know how to make pottery!

Being able to compare what a person is best at and most proud of, such a thing is not a big blow to a person.

However, after inflicting blows on people, it can also take advantage of the trend to make these hit people subdue.

You only need to look at those noseless women who surround the people who are making mud tires like curious babies, watching with admiration and admiration.

And those Qingque tribesmen who are manipulating these things by hand, when faced with such gazes and situations, let alone feel refreshed in their hearts.

Under the influence of such a mood, they became more skillful in making things, and they looked extraordinarily chic.

Under Han Cheng's intentional guidance, the people who made the mud tires were basically men.

Its purpose is naturally self-evident.

Grassroots stood here, looking at those high-spirited male pottery craftsmen, and felt very happy in his heart.

You people, try to be happy now, if you don't know if you will be able to laugh when you know that you will have to sleep with these noseless women...

The grass roots seem very dark, thinking like this...

A few days later, in the valley of Sanxingdui.

A ray of morning light appeared from the side of the mountain, and the valley gradually became brighter.

In a simple house, the grass roots opened their eyes in the morning light.

Turning his head to look at the female primitive woman who was still sleeping beside him, some silent smiles appeared on the grass root's face.

The female hominid looks a little older, and another, more notable feature is that she has no nose.

These noseless female primitives are really good!

The most important thing is to be obedient, to do whatever you want, completely depending on yourself.

I can make many ideas in my heart come true smoothly.

Unlike my spouse, there are many things that don't always depend on me...

In fact, at the beginning, my spouse also relied on me, and my spouse was very good at that time.

But as time passed, after my spouse knew more and more things, my spouse gradually became less obedient...

Thinking this way in my heart, the grass roots couldn't hold back.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the noseless woman who was still sleeping soundly. After waking her up, he pointed to the mouth of this primitive female, signaling her to open it wide.

This sleepy-eyed primitive female did what she wanted to do...

The sun shines on the valley, the grass roots walk in it, and the legs tremble slightly.

However, the mood of the grassroots is very good, and the smile is as bright as the sun in the sky.

"You don't know how obedient these people are..."

In a place where there are only a few men from the Qingque tribe, Caogen said in a low voice, with a look of wretchedness on his whole face.

The eyes of the few people who acted as the audience slowly shone...

After another few days, in the valley of Sanxingdui, the lively labor continued.

Those women without noses also mixed in the crowd, working together.

These women looked particularly radiant and energetic, and they worked with extra vigor.

This kind of mental state, even before, the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe, who were watching here, never appeared.

Grassroots stood here watching, with a smile on his face again, and he couldn't help exuding sincere admiration for the god son of his tribe in his heart.

What the Son of God said was indeed correct!

This man, only when he is full can he have enough strength to work!

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