Chapter 142 Encountering a Divine Beast

"Hiss~"

Han Cheng couldn't help but took another breath. It wasn't that seeing the strong Dou Zong felt so terrified, but that there was a sharp pain in his arm. The sour feeling couldn't be described in words. .

His right arm was already red and swollen, and there was a ridge in the middle, which was a little whitish, and there were some blood spots.

"Damn, why is there such a damn thing now!"

Han Cheng, whose face was purple with hands, tried his best to scratch the red and swollen area on his arm, and cursed angrily.

Uh, don't worry, the purple color on Han Shenzi's hands and face is not caused by poisoning, but for another reason.

Things have to start yesterday.

Yesterday, the first newly built house of the Qingque Tribe had already tied the rafters and paved the fence, and when it was about to paste mud on it, it rained badly, so the house was roofed Work had to stop temporarily.

Fortunately, it was not a violent storm. A house that has not yet laid a roof can withstand such rain.

The rain continued to fall, and it hasn't stopped until today. After Han Cheng took a big bamboo hat and inspected the houses in the courtyard, he thought of the dozen or so mulberry trees four or five miles away, and his heart skipped a beat.

It's not that he thought of silkworms again.

With leather pants that are much softer after tanning, he no longer has such a strong obsession with making pants from silk.

What made his heart skip a beat was the mulberry, that kind of little fruit that was so red and purple, sour and sweet.

This thing was Han Cheng's favorite when he was a child, and it can almost keep pace with popsicles, Tang Monk meat, Nande, and Beijing instant noodles.

Now that I've been thrown into the primitive society, I don't want to think about the next three things for a short time, but this mulberry can be recollected.

I remember that in the previous life, mulberries usually matured around the time when the wheat was ripe. Where Han Cheng is now, the climate is not too different from the previous life, so it should be at this time.

In the previous life of Han Cheng's hometown, the wheat usually matured more than a month after the rapeseed was harvested. Roughly calculating the time, the mulberries matured around this time.

Han Cheng patted himself on the head, secretly thinking that he was confused, how could he almost forget such an important matter?

Together with the idea of ​​eating mulberry, it grows like weeds, and it can no longer be restrained, making people want to wait for a moment.

Han Cheng went back to the house and called the senior brothers who were resting in the cave, and accompanied him to the mulberry forest with their weapons.

Han Cheng usually would not do it alone away from the tribe, and now he regards his own life as very important.

With his efforts, the life of the Qingque Tribe is getting better and better, and there are signs of gradually moving closer to the rural areas of the last century. At this time, because of eating a mulberry, I lost my life. Isn't it a loss?

Senior Brother and others naturally agree with Shenzi’s proposal. These days, Senior Senior Brother and the others are either building walls or building houses. They haven’t gone far for a long time. Hearing Han Cheng’s words at this time, they all feel a little itchy. So he followed eight people.

If there were not too few bamboo hats in the tribe, more people would follow.

The manufacture of bamboo hats began as early as the beginning of spring this year.

The hands are still lame.

The reason why bamboo hats are made is because umbrellas are too troublesome, and the Qingque Tribe does not have the raw materials needed for the time being, so they can only make bamboo hats secondarily, mainly for those who stand guard in the rain.

With flexible twigs, thatch and ropes, and Han Cheng as a guide, it is not too difficult for a skillful lame to make a bamboo hat.

First weave a hollow cylinder with a depth of about five or six centimeters and a diameter of more than ten centimeters out of the tree, which is used to wear on the head.

Then bend the several tree branches used as 'bones' to weave the cylinder outward and downward,

It forms an angle of about forty-five degrees with the cylinder of the body.

Continue to use these wooden sticks as bones, weave a few times with tree sticks from top to bottom, and make them into the shape of an inverted cone.

Then use a rope to cut the thatch into about fifteen centimeters, and tie the thatch from the bottom up to the wooden strips horizontally. In order to prevent the tip of the hat from leaking, you can put a piece of it there Large hide cover.

The crime Han Cheng is suffering now is related to eating mulberries later.

When I came to this mulberry forest, which I hadn’t visited for a long time, Han Cheng was not disappointed. Most of these tall mulberry trees had red and purple mulberries hanging on them.

A few birds that were pitch-black but not crows came first and ate the mulberries on the mulberry tree.

These birds are not afraid of people. Seeing these two-legged beasts with sticks climbing up the tree, they just tilt their heads to look confidently, watch them for a while, and then let out their ugly voices.

Show off these twolegs who can't climb to the top, but can only eat what's left of them.

Han Cheng was not in the mood to pay attention to these noisy miscellaneous birds, he just grabbed the branches with one hand and picked mulberry with the other hand to deliver to his mouth.

After the rain, the mulberries were washed away from the dust, and they were soaked in the rain, and they were cool in the mouth.

Take a bite, the thin and tender peel breaks open, and the sweet purple juice bursts out and fills the mouth, which is even more irresistible than eating Xuanmai.

People say that extreme joy begets sorrow, and just when Han Cheng was immersed in the taste of childhood and couldn't extricate himself, tragedy came quietly.

A strong tingling pain suddenly came from his left arm, and Han Cheng's hand to pick the mulberries suddenly retracted. When he was busy looking at it with his eyes, a red edge had already risen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Han Cheng's first reaction was to stop cooking. He escaped the beasts of the primitive era, but was assassinated by the bugs of the primitive era!

Thinking like this, he hurriedly went to look at the branches and leaves that he touched just now, even if he died, he had to kill the murderer first, and he couldn't wait for the next life to take revenge.

Those branches and leaves looked the same as the rest, and when Han Cheng turned them over with a broken branch, he saw the murderer under a leaf.

This guy is not big, the size of two soybeans, his body is green, with some red or white spots, and there are some thorns about two or three millimeters long on his back, which are light yellow in color.

After Han Cheng saw the true face of the guy who assassinated him, he was relieved first, and then flew into a rage.

I have searched for silkworms on mulberry trees so many times, but I have never seen silkworm feces, but now I have encountered such a divine beast!

It's really useful, but the evil is very happy.

This guy was called "Foreign Spicy" in Han Cheng's hometown. He is a proper beast, and his small body contains huge energy. When he is pulled up, the sting is unbearable, and it takes several days to heal completely.

Han Cheng had been dragged before, and only by applying cool toothpaste could it be temporarily relieved.

But at this time, there was obviously no toothpaste.

He stretched out his hand to scratch at the red and swollen place, and after thinking for a while, he broke off the branch where the 'Hot pepper' was, let the people standing below leave, and then threw the branch down the tree.

He slid down the tree by himself, and under the concerned eyes of the elder brother and others, Han Cheng used two small sticks to dismember the divine beast that had murdered him, and then used the light green liquid that flowed out from it to smear the place where it was pulled.

Strange to say, after the water was applied, the burning stinging pain was quickly relieved a lot.

This is probably the reason for original soup and original food.