It is also because of these things that our tribe can live such a good life and the tribe can become so strong.

Now, the Son of God has begun to act like this again, how could he not look forward to it?

Although previous actions like this by the Son of God ended in failure and nothing of great use to the tribe was found, this did not prevent Mao from still having high expectations for such actions by the Son of God.

After all, what if it really succeeds?

Doesn’t it mean that my tribe needs more useful things?

Not only him, but the other Qingque tribe members who followed him who knew the situation were also looking at Han Cheng with great interest and expectancy, looking forward to Han Cheng's next actions. Some people even wanted to step forward and watch.

See if I can be of any help.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Han Cheng took the short-handled copper shovel handed over by Mao, and then shoveled down the roots of the plant in front of him.

A few days ago, it rained here, and it has not completely dried up yet. The soil is relatively moist, so it is relatively easy to dig.

Without wasting much effort, Han Cheng had already dug out several copper shovels of soil and dug out a small pit for the roots of the vegetation.

After digging a few times, something emerged from the small hole dug.

Han Cheng quickly stopped what he was doing and bent down to pick up the lumpy thing and hold it in his hand.

Just at this first glance, a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face.

This thing is really like the thing in his impression!

It was basically certain that this thing was the kind of thing he was familiar with.

However, to be on the safe side, Han Cheng did not rush to such a conclusion.

He asked the trader to take off the kettle he was carrying, unplug the plug, then water the outside and start rinsing the rhizome in his hand.

As he rinsed, the true face of the rhizome soon appeared in front of Han Cheng.

This rhizome is relatively yellow as a whole, and looks wet because it has just been flushed.

At this point, Han Cheng was basically sure that this thing was what he thought about.

But in order to completely confirm this matter, he still resorted to the final trick - he picked off a small piece with his fingernails, put it into his mouth, and tasted it himself.

The hunchbacked primitive man standing aside and watching Han Cheng couldn't help but be stunned after seeing Han Cheng's action.

Apart from being dumbfounded, there was also some confusion and a dark psychology of looking at a joke.

Because he knew this kind of thing, and he had personally tasted it a long time ago. The taste was definitely indescribable, and it was not a delicious thing.

Now, the divine son of the Qingque Tribe actually dug something like this out of the soil and even put it into his mouth. This scene is really exciting.

Let you let people threaten us! Let you be unreasonable! Let you not give us tribal food...

The hunchbacked primitive man muttered fiercely in his heart.

At the same time, some other thoughts arise in my heart.

The godly son of the Qingque Tribe doesn't seem to be very smart. He knows that this food is so unpalatable and not suitable for making food at all, but he doesn't know that. He still wants to taste it with his own mouth...

Under the sinister and expectant gaze of the hunchbacked primitive man, Han Cheng chewed the root with his teeth, and a familiar, spicy taste filled his mouth.

Han Dashenzi, who had not tasted this kind of taste for a long time, almost cried because of it.

It’s really not easy!

After coming here for so many years, he finally found something familiar again.

This kind of thing was very common in later generations and can be said to be a must-have for every household.
Chapter completed!