I Am Not a Savage

　　 Chapter 29 Pica

　　 If you want to get into the hearts of others, you must settle down and listen to other people's stories.

　　 Everyone has a story in their heart. The theme is nothing more than sadness or disability. Whether you can tell this story well, and whether you can make others empathize, this is mainly related to the personal cultural accomplishment.

　　 A well-educated person can generally tell a story gracefully, refreshing, and crying.

　　 People who are not well-cultured usually can only scream with their throats-I'm so miserable!

　　 If you can’t talk about self-cultivation, you will smoke a faintly and say: "It’s really not easy for me.

A long time ago, Yunchuan was a person of the fourth level. He hid all his sorrow in his heart. He could only check when there was no one in the middle of the night, so that he could use a mosquito hum to say to himself: "I’m good. difficult…"

What you say is like farting in a crowd, not daring to speak loudly, not daring to relax, and pray that this is a smellless fart...As a result, everyone covered their noses and looked at him with horrified eyes— Because he had pulled his pants long ago, and the yellow soup was overflowing!

　　 Kuafu naturally does not belong to these four types of people, because he killed all the people who made him feel sad.

　　 Where does the qualification of the average savage make him feel sad, and the people who make him feel sad are usually people who are as strong as him.

　　 Therefore, he killed his own people.

　　 When sitting under the green peach tree and telling these stories, the green peach tree was extremely excited, shaking the branches slightly in the wind, like a woman about to conceive.

　　 "So, you were abandoned by the people?"

　　 "It's not abandoning, they want to kill me."

　　 "What's the matter with the child?"

　　 "That's my child!"

　　 "How are you sure that the child is your child?"

　　 "I slept with a Cairen, and she gave birth to this child the next day."

　　 Yunchuan widened his eyes and looked at the beast for a long time, for a long time, but he still tried his best to focus on the word "cairen".

"You know, Cairen are the kind of people who can be eaten as vegetables! Their skin is very tender, and water comes out after one bite. Their **** are very large. After they are cooked, they bite on it...better than your cooked bamboo rat. Eat, there are no bones yet.

The best thing about 　　 is that they are easy to cook when they are put in the pot, and they cook before a handful of firewood is finished. "

　　 Yunchuan wanted to listen to these words of the **** as rascal words, but based on his understanding of Kuafu, ten percent is literal.

　　 "You actually look like a Cairen!" Kuafu nodded Yunchuan's brows with a thick finger and said, "Yes, you really look like a Cairen, just as white as them."

　　 "You won't eat me?"

"I don't eat people! I have never eaten dishes. I have seen others eat them, and they say it is delicious!" When Kuafu said this, he seemed to be a glorious person with faith. Exuding brilliance.

　　 "Understood, the reason you were expelled is that you don't eat people, you are an outlier in your race."

　　 "No, they want to eat my child, they are rushing to eat my child."

　　 "So, you killed them?"

"No, I didn’t eat people before, they eat them, I eat my four-legged prey, that day, the child was born, the vegetable man died, they were thrown into the pot, and a guy was going to eat My child, I thought this was wrong, and was very angry, so I broke the guy's neck.

His mother quit, wanted to bite me, and was beaten to death by me. Later, his mother’s sons stopped doing it. I had to kill them all. After a litter, I thought it was okay. As a result, the people who came in several dens all wanted to kill me.

If I couldn’t beat it, I put the child in a basket and ran across the river. A litter chased the water, and the basket was taken away by the water. After I killed the litter, the child disappeared, so I ran along the river and met you . "

　　 After listening to Kuafu’s story, Yunchuan got up and patted Kuafu’s shoulder with satisfaction and said: "Their food should be four-legged prey, not humans, they ate the wrong thing."

　　 Kuafu said seriously: "I knew they had eaten the wrong thing."

A very simple conversation gave Yunchuan a better understanding of this Kuafu. At least, this guy should be a good man by nature. Although it seems terrible to have a baby the next day after sleeping with a cairen, but , This still does not mean that he is not a good person.

　　He just has a slightly different view on fertility.

　　 The average high-ranking person has this kind of grace when the person has great use value.

　　 The grains in the fields have already grown. Because of the addition of plant ash, they are growing well, but the young seedlings are sparse.

　　 When slashing and burning, I dare not ask too much.

　　 Five hundred and seventy-one people. This is the latest data that Yunchuan got when he was short of manpower in the early morning.

　　 Kuafu originally wanted to continue to catch the hilly savages in the mountains and forests, but was stopped by Yunchuan, because at this time the productivity of the Yunchuan tribe could only feed such a few people.

　　 The fish in the river has become the most reliable source of food among the tribes, even more reliable than the bamboo shoots and the birds in the sky.

　　 In order to expand the source of food, Kuafu took Abu and the others once again to leave Peach Blossom Island and set foot on the opposite mountain to search for food.

　　 There are more people, so there are more chances to succeed when hunting.

Every evening when these people come back, they rarely return empty-handed. Sometimes it’s a panda or two, sometimes a bear, most of the time it’s a wild deer or a wild sheep. Only rarely can they bring back one or two. Bison.

　　 people do not like to catch prey such as bison, wild sheep, wild deer, and wild boar. Because they catch these things, the patriarch does not allow everyone to kill and eat meat, but keep them in the bamboo forest.

　　 I heard from the patriarch that the more these things are raised, there will be more meat to eat in the future, there will be more skins to use, and the grass seeds will grow better.

　　 Nowadays, grass seeds are growing wildly, and those cattle, sheep, pigs and deer who have been confined in the bamboo forest have gradually adapted to the bamboo forest environment and have begun to live quietly.

　　 Yunchuan finally has time to continue to study his iron smelting technique.

　　 In these days, the young people have helped him collect more iron powder, so Yunchuan did not idle, starting day and day to prepare tools for the people.

　　 Yunchuan's copper hammer with a slanted head had long become a real hammer. He also had an anvil. The hammer hit the red iron block and sparks splashed everywhere. This was the forging he was familiar with.

　　 It's just that the knife forged by this forging technique still doesn't meet Yunchuan's expectations. No matter how he manipulates it, in the end, the knife is still not very durable.

　　 This is because the iron produced by Yunchuan is not good enough to reach the level of steel, and wrought iron cannot be quenched.

　　 Therefore, when Kuafu finally possessed an 18-pound wrought iron sledgehammer with an ash wood handle, he already felt that he was invincible in the world.

　　The very few people assigned to the small knife are even more ecstatic. Although an iron knife needs to be used carefully and often sharpened on a stone to keep it sharp, they still love the tools assigned to them by the patriarch.

　　 Yunchuan used almost every means he could think of. Wrought iron just couldn't turn into steel. As for the last time, it was completely the power of thunder and lightning. It was only successful by accidental hits and collisions. It had nothing to do with Yunchuan's personal efforts.

　　 This problem was not solved until a kid who liked to take a magnet and **** things indiscriminately and gave him an iron meteorite.

The iron meteorite is not big, it just can’t be burned into a liquid state, nor can it be cast into a sword or a knife. Yunchuan can only take out this burnt red meteorite and smash it with an iron rod, which is exhausting. The power of the tiger had been calcined countless times before smashing a hole in the middle of the meteorite.

　　 After the meteorite cooled down, Yunchuan found that he seemed to have gotten another hammer. However, this hammer was very hard and was a good tool for ironing.

　　 Yunchuan dropped his hammer and looked up at the sky. There was no cloud in the sky. There was no sign of rain or thunder. He went to look at the elephant depressed.

　　 He feels that God is always against him. Whenever he wants to accomplish something, the consequences are generally beyond his control.

　　 There will always be deviations, and there will always be no results he hopes for.

　　 For this reason, he is full of worries about the future of the island that he has exhausted his efforts to build.

　　 The elephant is about to be submerged in its own feces.

　　 Even so, this elephant still has no intention of giving in. It eats a lot of food and excretes a lot of feces. However, as long as humans approach, even if it is feeding it, it will try to attack the feeder.

　　 As the weather gradually became hot, the ulcers on its body did not heal in time. In this bad environment, many wounds have begun to fester.

　　 Yunchuan stared at the elephant's blood-red eyes and said, "I was not a fatalist before, let alone a theist. Now, I seem to be beginning to accept God.

　　 If you can tell me that God is there, I will let you go. "

　　 The elephant saw that Yunchuan was far away from it and could not reach it with its extended nose, so it quietly ate the bamboo thrown to it by people without saying a word.

　　 Yunchuan took a step forward, and the elephant stuck out his nose again. This time it was still not reachable. The disappointed elephant blew up a puff of dust with his nose, making Yunchuan dusty.

　　 "I seem to have seen a god. To be precise, I should have seen the temple. You have lived long enough. Come and tell me, are there such things as gods in this world?

　　"

　　 This time, the elephant stopped eating and stretched out its long nose anxiously. Not only that, it even pressed its body tightly against the wall of the red sandstone pit, eagerly trying to touch Yunchuan with its nose.

　　 "Are you crazy already?"

Yunchuan couldn’t help but take a step back, and looked around, no one was nearby, and he lowered his voice and said, “I’m actually more crazy than you. I have used the worldview that I established more than 20 years ago. In the past year, In, it was destroyed.

　　 My moral bottom line has been lowered time and time again. So far, it has reached the horizon, and further down, my morality has become negative.

　　 I hope you don’t challenge, you should listen to me.

　　 Otherwise, I don’t mind becoming a pica and start eating your meat. "

　　 The elephant with all its strength fell into his dung water, its nose stretched straight out in the pit like an arm, like a thick middle finger.

　　 Yunchuan smiled. He threw a lot of polygonatum, cassava and other things on the elephant. He hoped that the elephant could live well, recharge a lot of energy, and finally find his missing wife and children alive.

　　 After all, this elephant seems more like a person than him.