The meaning of 　　 Qingquejiu, Han Chengcheng had already told him through the mouth of a big brother before this ceremony was held.

　　 not only told him the meaning of Qingque Wine, but also informed him of the punishment if he repented after drinking Qingque Wine.

　　 He is no stranger to beheading to show the public. Before the head of the bone tribe was chopped off by the big brother with a bone knife, it became especially clear in his mind.

　　 After drinking Qingque Wine, their Green Tribe ceased to exist.

　　As the leader of the Qingque tribe, his feelings at this time will naturally be different from those of the general Qingque tribe.

　　 Of course, his hesitation did not last long. Whether it was the original living conditions of their tribe or the beautiful life of the Qingque tribe, he did not have too much hesitation time or room.

　　 He raised his head and drank a bowl of green bird wine...

　　 The wind is blowing, the snow is falling, and the snowflakes hit the window covered with animal skins, making a sound of ‘swarming’.

　　 In the room, the fire in the firepit was slowly burning, and smoke slowly drifted out along the chimney built at the back of the room, and soon merged with the dim sky.

　　 The leader of the original green tribe was sitting on the heated Kang, holding a small wooden sign in his hand, looking down seriously.

　　 The surface of the wooden sign is smooth, smooth and clean, with three characters engraved on the front.

　　 On the back of the wooden sign, there is a blue bird with wings spread out.

　　 The former leader of the Green Tribe, now Gu, has fully understood the meaning of this thing.

　　 This is his status symbol, proving that he is a member of the Qingque tribe.

　　 The thumb of his right hand gently rubbed the word ‘gu’.

　　 After several days of studying in the big blue brick house, he has already recognized this word and understood its meaning.

　　 It is not only its own name, but also a food name.

　　 The most delicious and delicious millet porridge and dried millet rice in the tribe are a kind of valley.

　　 Seeing the word ‘gu’, the original leader of the green tribe felt a little uncomfortable.

　　Because he didn’t know until now that the yellow-cancan, very delicious and hungry food was made by the grass spikes that he thought were not good at all...

　　 Of course, this kind of discomfort won't last too long, because if he had realized that this wild grass spike was so delicious, he wouldn't be able to enjoy such a life now...

　　He rubbed it for a while, and hung this small wooden sign called the ‘ID’ card around his neck, just like other people in the tribe.

　　 Gu knows that this kind of card called ID card is also a more exquisite one, which is made of precious pottery.

　　 He wanted that ID card, but the son of God didn't give it to him. Instead, he said that he could get it only after the fruit matured twice.

　　If you want to get it in advance, you can, but you need to make a big contribution to the tribe.

The fruit matured twice in a large area, and it took too long. Gu didn’t want to wait, so he secretly made up his mind to work hard after the beginning of spring and try to replace the wooden ID card with pottery. .

　　 Because people with ceramic ID cards can live in houses with tile roofs.

　　A house with a grass roof is so comfortable, and a house with a tile roof might be more comfortable to live in, right?

　　 For this kind of differential treatment, Gu, like many former green tribesmen, feel uncomfortable.

However, when the son of God came with a leader called the big brother, he told them how they built the tribe into the rich and powerful now, how much hardship they suffered in order to build the grass-roofed house where they now live, and let Qing After the elders of the Que tribe opened their palms for them to see, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of some people in Gu and the original green tribe quickly disappeared.

　　 In the palm of the old man in the tribe, except for a handful, a thick layer of cocoon was worn out.

　　 Even a noble **** child, there are also cocoons on his palms.

　　 Yes, for this tribe, they have not given anything. Now that they can enjoy such treatment, it is already very good.

　　If you want to get better treatment, you can only make contributions to the tribe just like the old hands in the tribe...

　　 If you don’t say anything and don’t do ideological work, your ideological realm will not reach a certain height.

　　 If you want to keep your thinking from slipping, ideological work must be done...

Squatting in front of the charcoal pot in the room, Han Cheng holding some marinated mutton pierced by bamboo sticks in his hand, while salivating at the grilled mutton skewers, he was proud in his heart Thinking about it.

　　 As a person from later life, he knows more clearly than people in this era, how much influence thinking has on a person.

　　 Otherwise, there will not be so many people who are brainwashed by MLM organizations and cannot be pulled out.

　　 The current changes in the people of the Green Tribe are basically in his expectation. After all, the people of the Green Tribe have longed for their tribe, so assimilation and integration will naturally be easier...

　　 The sheep in the tribe, after a few rounds of big sheep giving birth to lambs, now there are 18, and the number is already quite large.

　　 originally there were nineteen, but that one did not know what was wrong in the last few days, and it has always looked depressed.

　　 Han Cheng couldn't bear to see Yu Xin, so he was rescued from this state.

　　 did good deeds that always made people happy. Han Cheng, who rescued the sheep from depression, looked at the ten fat and thin lamb skewers that he had already grilled, and smiled all over his face.

　　 But his smile ~lightnovelpub.net~ didn't last long before it turned into a somewhat helpless wry smile.

　　 Because he has heard the sound of footsteps passing by the window.

　　 You don't need to think about it, but Bai Xuemei, the child's daughter-in-law, came here.

　　 "Squeak~"

The door staggered some gaps was opened, and Bai Xuemei, who had grown taller in twists and braids, walked in and came all the way to Han Cheng's side. Looking at the lamb skewers in Han Cheng's hand, she couldn't help but poke out a little fan. Pink tongue licked his lips.

　　 Han Cheng sniffed. This little wife really counts time. She is obviously weaving there, but she can always show up in the room when she has cooked the skewers.

　　Han made six skewers for the little girl Bai Xue who stood aside and watched without saying a word, and Bai Xuemei immediately cheered up.

　　 Without Han Cheng being lower, she separated out three strings, ran to another room, and gave it to Wu.

　　 and then ran back quickly. During the run, he opened his small mouth and bit a piece of meat into his mouth.

　　 The small mouth moved quickly, and his lips became more ruddy because of the grease. In a short while, all the bunches of lamb were wiped out.

　　 Seeing Bai Xuemei’s "cruel" eating, Han Cheng suddenly felt that some parts of his body were a bit cold...

　　

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