Zhong Yang followed him out of the cave with a dazed expression.
Meng Sheng fought against a large tree trunk that had been struck down by lightning. He wanted to split the wood with an axe, but Zhong Yang was there, so he couldn't use it, and he had to borrow his stone tool.
With the power of breath, he split the tree into pieces, but even with breath, the stone tools were blunt. It took him a lot of effort to split a bunch of logs, and these finished products were twice as long as ordinary firewood logs.
There was only one stone tool that Zhong Yang brought out, and the stone tool was given to Meng Sheng, who could only watch from the side.
He folded his arms and stood quietly on the haystack, sniffing the breath of the male, and said, "Meng Sheng, your breath is quite strong! Why didn't you get in touch with everyone before, so that everyone thought you were a weak man?" male?"
"I keep a low profile."
"Then you don't want the people in the tribe to worship you and choose you as the chief?"
Meng Sheng hesitated for a moment. He didn't know whether Zhong Yang said this to test him or just asked him casually, but no matter what his starting point was, his thoughts were the same.
So he replied frankly: "I never thought about it, I like the feeling of freedom, I don't want to lead the tribe, there are too many things, it's troublesome."
Zhong Yang jumped up, it was the first time he heard a male say that he didn't want to be a chief, let alone a male with a strong breath.
Meng Sheng can bravely jump on the back of the Ewing beast and kill it. His ability must not be inferior to his own. I really don't understand why he is so strong and doesn't compete for the position of chief. That is the supreme honor.
After Meng Sheng chopped the wood, he dug out a piece of land in a fairly secret place next to the cave, drew a big circle, and stapled the wood into the ground side by side.
He looked back at the big Zhong Yang who was standing motionless, and said, "Hey! What are you still thinking about, come and help."
Zhong Yang heard his voice walking over, still puzzled, Meng Sheng smiled and said: "Zhong Yang, don't worry, I'm really not interested in the position of the chief, I've long been used to being loose, even if my breath is more than normal It's not suitable for a strong male, only someone like you is suitable to be a chief, responsible, always thinking about the people in the tribe."
After speaking, afraid that he would not believe it, he said something nonsense: "If you really want to ask me what I want to be, I might want to be a priest."
"No!" Zhong Yang was a little embarrassed to hear him say that. He felt that Meng Sheng had already seen his intentions. He told his father about the hunting of the wild beast yesterday, and his father was a little worried afterwards, fearing that Meng Sheng would become him. competitors.
Meng Sheng had saved him, and he was a nice person, not as aggressive as the two brothers of the Tang family, nor as hypocritical as Kong Jia.
His father often scolded him for being honest, but the advantage of being honest is that he can intuitively recognize a person's good or bad.
He didn't want to come to check on Meng Sheng's tone, but because of his father's majesty, he had no choice but to come anyway.
"Don't think too much, believe it or not, what I said is true."
Zhong Yang no longer wanted to linger on this embarrassing topic, so he said: "I know, don't talk about it, let's do what you said."
Meng Sheng raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else.
The chicken pen is very simple, but it uses wood to enclose a place to let the pheasants move within the specified range. The two powerful males quickly fixed the wood on the ground. Considering that pheasants can fly, Meng Sheng also used weeds to A roof was built, and a chicken coop was made of hay.
As for the door of the chicken coop, it is more troublesome. You have to pull up the wood manually, but the pieces of wood used as the door are not so tight, so they are easy to pull out. After the chicken coop is finished, he puts the eggs into the chicken coop first. , and then put it in for the pheasant.
The two males watched the pheasant jumping up and down outside the chicken pen for a while, and finally nested on the chicken coop before they were relieved.
"When the pheasant hatches and grows up, there will be eggs and chickens to eat."
Zhong Yang leaned on the wood: "When will it be, and the eggs are not tasty, they are slippery."
"Of course it's not good to eat raw, try cooking it next time."
"Okay, next time I catch a pheasant and find eggs, I'll send them to you. Anyway, the chicken coop is not small, and it can hold a lot."
Meng Sheng just smiled and said nothing, and it can't be said that Zhong Yang doesn't know how to make progress, it's just that a rough old man asked him to raise chickens, he must find it troublesome in his heart, and he doesn't know how to look at it in the long run.
"Okay! Just catch me and raise her."
Although the chicken ring is very rough and the wood is very uneven, it is solid.
Meng Sheng clapped his hands. This was completely out of the plan today. He only chose the stone for the stone pot he was going to chisel.
Zhong Yang saw that he was digging stone pots again, and asked, "Don't you already have one in your cave? Why are you still digging?"
"This is for Aunt Luo."
Zhong Yang said directly: "You don't like Qiu Juan, do you?"
Meng Sheng paused, and he squinted at Zhongyang: "What are you thinking about!"
"Aren't you afraid of trouble? If you didn't like him, how could you do such a strenuous thing? A subfemale like Qiu Juan is very attractive to males in appearance and ability. It's not surprising that you like him."
As he said that, Zhong Yang slapped his forehead and suddenly seemed to remember something: "Hey! By the way, my father said that Qiu Juan wants to separate from Kong Jia, it's not because of you!"
"..." Meng Sheng: "Besides hunting, you are also good at gossip."
Zhong Yang moved his chin: "If not, how could the good ones separate? Qiu Juan should like Kong Jia quite a bit. I remember that when Qiu Juan was an adult, several males were going to pursue him, but before they even made a move, they fell in love with Kong Jia." I heard he was with Kong Jia."
"Even if I put aside the relationship between competitors, I'm not very optimistic about Kongjia. This male always makes me feel fake. I don't know how he deceived Qiu Juan so quickly in the first place, and he was in Qiu Juan before the lifelong partner ceremony. There is a breath left on Juan, how long has Qiu Juan been an adult, how did he do it?"
Meng Sheng frowned: "How long has Qiu Juan been an adult?"
"You don't know?" Meng Sheng's words made Zhong Yang a little confused again. If he likes Qiu Juan, how could he not know when he became an adult: "A few months, in spring, when the flowers of Companion Po will bloom very beautiful."
Now is the season of socializing in summer and autumn, Meng Sheng made a simple calculation, not only did Qiu Juan not only come of age, but also he hadn't been with Kong Jia for long.
He secretly looked up the encyclopedia behind Zhong Yang's back. The adult females of the Yilin tribe are fifteen years old, the females are sixteen years old, and the males are seventeen years old.
It also means that Qiu Juan is only a little over sixteen years old, and in the place where he lives, he is indeed still an adolescent boy. And he, with such a comparison, the golden age of twenty-seven or eight has been set off as an old man.
He coughed lightly, and asked again: "Then how can the male leave an aura that won't dissipate easily on the sub-female?"
He knew that the subfemale was close to the male, and as long as the male didn't restrain his breath, the subfemale would be infected, but even if it was infected, it wouldn't stay for long.
When staying with Qiu Juan, he could smell a stuffy floral fragrance, which was so different from Qiu Juan's refreshing feeling, he felt it was very abrupt, until he smelled the same smell on Kong Jia, he Then I knew that it was the so-called masculine conquest breath.
Regarding his question, Zhong Yang showed a disgusted and malicious expression: "Do you really don't know or pretend you don't know?"
"What do you think?" Meng Sheng squinted.
"Besides close contact, what else can it be?"
"How intimate?"
"Meng Sheng! Looking at your serious appearance, you are actually so obscene!"
Hearing this, Meng Sheng's heart sank, and now he knew what it was without having to answer him directly. His mood suddenly became very bad, and he didn't know whether to spit on Kongjia beast or scold Qiu Juan for not being able to protect himself.
"A man like Qiu Juan has a masculine aura that can't be dissipated. If you separate from Kong Jia, you will hardly find a good partner." Zhong Yang patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "If you hooked up with Qiu before Tired, I advise you to let go."
"Go away, how could I hook up with him."
"Then I just said intimate contact, your complexion is so bad."
How good would your face be if you saw a good-looking little cabbage being gouged by a dead pig.
Meng Sheng snorted, and warned Zhong Yang: "It's fine to talk about it in front of me, and don't go around saying that I like Qiu Juan in the future, it's not good for others' reputation."
"Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense, but it's great that you can think so."
"roll."
Zhong Yang laughed and said, "Then I'll go back first, and I'll take you to pick berries another day."
After watching the people leave, Meng Sheng sat on the rock.
Thinking of that ya female, he wanted to scratch his hair irritably: "Why are you so stupid? Look, it's sad enough now."
He didn't know how long he sat there, but he went back to the cave angrily, took out his tools, and vented all his dissatisfaction on the stone, so he felt better.
However, the stone pot in his hand was faster than his one, but it was much smaller.
After the final polishing, he let out his breath, and when he picked up the pot with one hand and was about to return to the cave, he suddenly looked up and saw Qiu Juan standing aside.
He stood not far away, much like himself who stood at the entrance of his cave yesterday. He didn't know how long he had been standing there. He had been chiseling the stone pot, but he didn't even notice him.
"Why are you here?" Seeing Yayu staring intently at him holding the pot with one hand, he quickly put the pot on the ground.
Qiu Juan looked back and walked over: "Mom asked me to bring you some wild vegetables."
Meng Sheng saw the familiar wild vegetables that had been picked and washed, which were half more than what Aunt Luo had given before.
"Thank you." He took the wild vegetables.
For a moment, looking at the Ya female in front of her, she didn't know what to say.
Persuasion or persuasion
Persuasion, Qiu Juan's situation will be very bad in the future, what should I do if I can't find a good partner, persuasion, do you want to take advantage of that beast Kongjia
After struggling, he chose not to say anything, and followed Yayu's usual request, not to ask.
"Thank you, Aunt Luo, for me."
Qiu Juan faintly sensed the difference between Meng Sheng and before, and felt very uncomfortable. He knew that he lost his composure yesterday, and today he came here specially to help his mother deliver something, and wanted to apologize to Meng Sheng.
"I'm really sorry for yesterday."
Meng Sheng was very impatient with his sudden apology, and said, "Why did you say that suddenly?"
"yesterday… …"
"Will I, a male, be angry with you because of these things?" He glanced at Qiu Juan's hands and feet lightly: "Are you okay?"
Seeing this, Qiu Juan heaved a sigh of relief, and blurted out that he was fine, but his mind woke up with a start, making him swallow the words on the edge of his mouth.
As long as he can remember, he has been dependent on his mother. His mother is a weak Asian female. He learned to hunt early and shared the pressure of survival with his mother.
Over the years, he has been injured while hunting, regardless of the severity, he carried it alone. His mother is old and in poor health, and he doesn’t want her to be in fear. As time goes by, he no longer has any other excuses, and has already ingrained the habit of telling anyone that he is fine. up.
But he thought about it for a long time last night. No matter whether it was a major injury or a minor injury, Meng Sheng was the first person who would repeatedly ask about his injury.
"It's better than yesterday." He tried to change. Although he was not used to it, he still raised his hand for Meng Sheng to take a look.
Compared with his feet, Meng Sheng saw that the injuries on his hands were not too serious. After cleaning, there were only some broken skins.
"Where are the feet?"
"It's been a bit slow to recover, but it's slowly scabbing over."
Meng Sheng was in a better mood, pointing to the stone pot on the ground and said, "This is what Aunt Luo told me before, and it's already ready. I'll take it with you later."
The author has something to say: Let me explain here, Qiu Juan has nothing to do with his ex-boyfriend, I will talk about it later.