Chapter 237: A weapon for confidentiality-Hanyu Pinyin

? The knowledge or what can be called common sense brought from later generations is the foundation of his standing in this era.
There is a truth, no matter what time it will not change, that is, a person who can bring benefits and usefulness to others is much more welcome and even respected than others, and can be integrated into a group more easily.
You don't need to look far, just think about the process of Han Cheng from the original meat that the second brother wanted to eat to becoming the son who is particularly respected by the entire Qingque tribe.
These things that exist in his mind are his greatest wealth, and they are also the basis for him to survive better in this era.
How could he treat such an important thing at will?
As for the things recorded on the pottery board that would be seen by others and that his status as a son would be affected from then on, Han Cheng had considered and adopted corresponding countermeasures as early as when he decided to record the things in his mind. The countermeasure is Hanyu Pinyin.
All the things he recorded were written in Chinese Pinyin. In this era, no one except him can really understand these things.
Even the three foreign friends who had died were stunned, and faced with something similar to English but not a system at all, they would still be helpless.
This is what Han became an insurance for himself.
He is not a great person, nor is he a selfless person, it is impossible not to do something for himself.
At this time, the Qingque tribe was full of fun, everyone was in a group to keep warm, and everyone respected him as a son, but this is just in front of him. Who can know what it will be like in the future?
The butterfly's wings have flickered, and the original historical process has quietly changed. The entire Qingque tribe has been led by him. Who knows what will happen in such a rapid development?
Regardless of how he considers it, he must leave such a path for himself...
"God, kiln..."
The voice of Heiwa on the side pulled Han Cheng out of this imagination. When Han Cheng reflected, he saw Heiwa looking towards him.
He asked himself about sealing the breath.
Han Cheng shook his head slightly, not allowing himself to think about these messy things anymore. He thought about such things a lot, and he always felt that something was wrong.
He bent down and saw that the fire light had spread to the air inlet, he nodded towards the black baby, indicating that he could block it.
After the top hole of the earth kiln was sealed, there was only waiting.
Because of the snow, the day became shorter. I reached out and felt the temperature on the earth kiln. After looking at the sky, Han Cheng finally gave up the idea of ​​opening the kiln today to see the results, and Heiwa Several people walked to the tribe together.
The flying snow fell on the warm kiln, and immediately disappeared without a trace.
The dinner of the Qingque tribe is still soup. Since Han Cheng took out the pottery and used the pottery to cook soup, the diet of the Qingque tribe has gradually increased.
And as the weather gets colder, the soup is boiled more and more. Now, I basically have soup for three meals a day.
"Bar..."
The sound of the chopsticks falling on the ground sounded, and the second brother held the bowl in one hand and bent down, looking a little hard to pick up the chopsticks.
This is the fourth time he has dropped his chopsticks tonight.
He knocked the chopsticks he picked up on the bottom of the bowl twice to shake off some contaminated things. After he took the chopsticks, he was ready to pick up the meat in the bowl.
As a result, the hand holding the chopsticks shook uncontrollably, and the chopsticks tended to fall again.
After trying this two more times, he had to give up this practice, hold the chopsticks in his hand and not use it, but just drank the soup by the bowl.
Eat meat after drinking the soup.
The second brother tonight is very strange. In the past, he had at least three bowls of this kind of broth, but tonight he just ate one bowl and put the bowl down, got up out of the cave, and walked all the way towards the snow. Go to the sleeping house.
Because it is covered with a layer of snow, tonight is much brighter than other nights.
The second brother swept out the open area in front of the door and covered with a layer of sand, stomping his feet vigorously, shaking off the snow on the sandals before entering the house.
The room he lives in is adjacent to Junior Sha’s room, and entering his room requires passing through Sha’s room.
He stopped when he passed the room where Junior Brother Sha lived, raised his head slightly, and looked at the wall above the Kangyan.
There, two wooden sticks were nailed, and a curved wood with a rope was placed on the sticks.
This is exactly the new bow made by Junior Brother Sha today, and it is also the source of the pain and the extremely contradictory heart of the Second Senior Brother.
He stood here and watched for a while, trying to take the bow down, but after all he didn't do it, instead he went back to the room he was in.
After taking off his shoes and socks, he went into bed and slept with his head covered.
Han Cheng had already noticed the strangeness of the second brother, and he also knew why his chopsticks were aging tonight.
Anyone who kept throwing stones with all his strength for nearly a day would not be better than the second brother.
It seems that the appearance of the bow and arrow has dealt a big blow to the pea shooter of the blue bird tribe.
Han Cheng held the bowl and slowly chewed the food while thinking about it.
Slowing down eating is something Han Cheng is doing deliberately. It's not that he has a bad mouth like a witch, but wants a good stomach.
In later life, for various reasons, he left the habit of eating very quickly. After years of work, his stomach would not be good.
The primitive society he has come to now finally does not have to live like being chased by a vicious dog every day. He naturally has to work hard to get rid of this bad habit.
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Han Cheng divided the last soup into three small mouths and swallowed, put the bowl down and left here. Instead of looking for the second brother, he went straight back to his room.
He hasn't figured out how to handle this matter properly, so he can only wait.
'call! "
The fur covering his head was lifted, and the fat face of the second brother was exposed from under the fur. Because of the bad light in the room, he could not see his expression clearly.
It was already late at night. If it were in the past, he would have been asleep if he could eat and sleep, but he has not fallen asleep tonight.
This person has always been able to fall asleep soon after lying down, and for the first time tonight tasted the taste of insomnia.
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