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Savage running to a well-off life

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    The savage runs to a well-off life

    Author: Juege

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    The important words are said three times: plot flow!  Drama flow!  Drama flow!  Matrilineal society!  Matrilineal society!  Matrilineal society!

    Jing Ping'an worked hard in the workplace to achieve wealth and freedom, but died suddenly at the celebration banquet, and sadly passed through as a newborn little savage.

    How wild is it?  As wild as the caveman was, she was as wild as she was, and the mother of the wild man drank blood like a hair.

    Drilling wood to make fire starts with me.

    Others travel through time, make contributions to rebel and ascend to the throne, and Jing Ping'an travels through: Is the number of savages in this canyon enough to build a village?  I was almost taken away by wild animals at the door of my cave.  I want to go down to the river to catch some fish. The river is full of big crocodiles.

    This is hell mode, hell mode, hell mode

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    ?End of Romance: "The son-in-law wants to go to heaven (through the Bronze Age)"

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    One-sentence introduction: the difficult journey of bare-bodied savages towards a well-off life

    ?Intention: To create a happy and well-off life in the primitive savage world.

    Thanks for Su Suo's recommendation, this article is really good!  Ever since chronological literature has been monopolized by stepmothers, raising cubs, and holding thighs, farming literature lovers have no food to eat. When they read this article, they almost shed tears. Although some places are unreasonable, it does not affect the viewability.  The best thing about this article is that the people in it are written in a more "primitive" way. Some otherworldly texts are still too modern. I remember reading the hymns written by the Sumerians to God (Ninkas) before. The style is:

    Your Father is the Creator, Enki;

    Your mother is the Empress of the Holy Lake, Ning Ti;

    Ninkas, your father is the Creator, Enki;

    Your mother is the Empress of the Holy Lake, Ning Ti.

    It is you who knead the dough, with a big shovel in your hand,

    Stir in the pit, bapil and aromatics;

    Ninkas, it is you who knead the dough, with the shovel in hand,

    Stir in the big pit, bapil and jujube honey.

    It's you who roasted Bapil in a large stove;

    ?Pile the husked grains in an orderly manner;

    Ninkas, it was you who roasted Bapil in the big fire;

    ?Pile the husked grains in an orderly manner;

    It is you who water the malt on the ground,

    A loyal dog will drive away all those who want to do bad things for you, even if he is the king of the world;

    Ninkas, it is you who water the malt on the ground,

    A loyal dog will drive away all those who want to do bad things for you, even if he is the king of the world;

    It's you soaking the malt in the pot,

    The tide ebbs and flows, time passes;

    Ninkas, it is you who steep the malt in the pot,

    The tide ebbs and flows, time passes;

    It is you who spread the cooked mash evenly on the big reed mat,

    Let it cool down naturally;

    Ninkas, it was you who spread the boiled mash evenly on the big reed mat,

    Let it cool down naturally;

    It is you holding the high-quality malt extract with both hands,

    Brew it into beer with honey and koji;

    Ninkas, it was you who took the malt extract with both hands and put it in the vessel;

    Brew it into beer with honey and koji;

    The filter barrel makes a pleasant sound,

    You place the large collection bucket precisely under it;

    Ninkas, the lauter makes a pleasant sound,

    You place the large collection bucket precisely under it;

    When you pour out the filtered beer from the keg,

    They are like the rushing rivers of the Tigris and the Euphrates;

    Ninkas, it was you who poured out the strained beer from the keg,

    They are like the rushing rivers of the Tigris and Euphrates.

    More like a recipe than praising the gods, in fact this is the first beer recipe ever recorded.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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