On the grassland at night, the wind was a bit strong, so everyone led the horses to the foot of a small hill, which was used as a natural shelter, although the effect was not very good.

More than a dozen cloth tents were propped up by everyone. They took dry grass and firewood from cloth bags and used flint and copper dagger points to draw out sparks.

Suddenly, the flames rise to the sky!

A skewered sheep was roasted on the fire rack without the head because Wang Yang didn't like to eat it. Only the body was roasted on the fire to produce "sizzling" oil and water, and others rolled it to prevent it from burning.

Everyone was holding bowls and chopsticks, but they had no intention of singing or dancing. Countless pairs of eyes were either staring at the unknown animal that was full of oil, or staring at Wang Yang, who was being hugged by Xiao Hong to show his affection.

No one said a word. Everything was written down in the book and showed to others.

They will have a small pocket on their bodies for ink and another pocket for writing brushes. The caps and mouths of the ink bottles are modern spiral patterns.

Just unscrew it when you use it, and screw it on when you don't need it. It won't drip out half a drop. When it's gone, just go to the big ink bag and fill it up with some refills.

Generally, I replenish it once a day. At the end of the day, there is basically a little left, but it lasts a long time.

When the big ink bag is almost empty, the delivery team will be notified to bring ink next time, and everything will be in order.

Ma Yi sat on the ground dully, raising his head to look at Xiao Hong from time to time, then looking at Wang Yang fearfully, then lowering his head, his expression silent and complicated.

Suddenly, a graceful and beautiful song floated over the bonfire. It was not a beautiful lady playing the flute, but Wang Yang playing the flute.

He was playing a flute, a flute made by people according to their own wishes. The sound of the flute was clear and melodious, like the slow flow of a river.

The melody, which is not smooth and somewhat intermittent, becomes the most beautiful sound in the world to the ears of people who have never heard any music.

"I haven't played the flute for a long time, and I almost can't play it anymore." After playing a piece, Wang Yang sighed a little. He knew how to make a flute because he had dismantled a flute when he was a child and knew the structure inside.

He still remembers that the flute he dismantled was worth five yuan. It was made of plastic. He was very wealthy. Yes, he was beaten severely by his father. He was a prodigal!

Wang Yang was very unhappy at that time. Isn’t it just five yuan? What did you do with all the New Year’s money I had given me for so many years?

Naturally, he wouldn't think so now. His father beat him not because he wasted five dollars, but because of his prodigal mentality.

Everyone was not intoxicated by the sound of the flute. They just looked at Wang Yang with admiration, thinking that only Wang Yang could make such a strange sound with a piece of wood.

Then they all came forward, took the flute, and started playing randomly.

The bonfire started to come alive, and with blowing and blowing blowing, someone began to quickly cut off the roasted lamb into thin slices, put them in a bowl, and brought them to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang picked up a piece of crispy skin, lightly dipped it in fruit sauce and put it in his mouth under everyone's gaze, with a smile on his face.

After several years of immersing himself in books, he almost lost his taste. He never expected that people would discover so many things from those extracurricular books that did not require study, including fruit jam, which enriched his life.

Obviously, he enjoyed his meal.

When he is happy, Xiao Hong is happy, so everyone is happy. Of course, Ma Yi is happy because of Xiao Hong.

Then he became unhappy again because he thought that it was not him who made Xiaohong happy.

After dinner, before the game started, several people approached Wang Yang and introduced themselves to Wang Yang.

Xiaohong also remembered something and said to Wang Yang: "There are several people who are very capable. Do you know them?"

Very capable people are people in the tribe who have outstanding abilities in certain aspects. Due to different regions, there are many divisions.

There are leaders from the forest side, mainly carpenters and other leaders. There are also some leaders from the wheat field side, and naturally there are also some from the grassland side.

These people are either very good at driving livestock or are very good at driving wild animals. In short, they are all respected.

There is a point of three hundred and sixty lines, which means that you will be the number one scholar.

With the rapid increase in the number of people in the tribe, some upstarts such as Ma Yi emerged, and their numbers were quite large.

There are second-generation ones, third-generation ones, and even fourth-generation ones.

Wang Yang didn't understand so many people at all in the past few years, and he had no intention of understanding them.

At the moment, he has no intention of understanding. He just wants to take a good vacation and rest before talking.

He believes that it doesn't matter even if he doesn't intervene. Hasn't there been no problem in the past few years?

So he shook his head: "I don't know you, don't talk about this. Unless there is a big problem that you can't solve, don't bother me. Don't I just want to have a half-day of leisure? After twenty years of struggle, I need to take a break."

Say it again."

Seeing that Wang Yang had no intention of getting to know them, they were not angry, but took it for granted. They had not seen Wang Yang for several years, let alone known him. Now that they could see him, everyone was quite honored.

The bonfire will not go out, and the horses will not neigh. I can only hear countless people writing furiously, trying hard to write messy answers.

They are competing, but the competition is different from before. In the past, Wang Yang secretly promoted the content of the competition because of necessity.

Nowadays, knowledge has been successfully promoted, and there are naturally many more things to compare, such as mathematics, biochemistry and physics. One test every seven days and one test every day are more frequent than in the third year of high school in later generations.

Fortunately, they are particularly interested in this novel knowledge, and mixed with the interest of giving priority to choosing a spouse, they can't wait to take the test every hour. There are no better students than them.

Looking at this group of "elite students", Wang Yang was filled with joy and pride. As the principal, he was simply the most powerful principal in the world. Which principal could promote the learning culture so well?

What’s more, I am relieved and happy that I have finally fulfilled my lifelong wish and can communicate with a group of human beings who have the mark of civilization.

This kind of spiritual satisfaction is far more satisfying than suddenly seeing a piece of meat after being hungry for several days... Well, actually, it is more satisfying than suddenly seeing a piece of meat after being hungry for several days.

He honestly said that spiritual satisfaction is too false, because he is a person who has not escaped from vulgar taste, although he is always ready to write down a river full of sadness.

Speaking of low-level fun, when late at night came, everyone went into a cloth tent to sleep after a heated hand-to-hand fight between men and women.

The tent is not big, usually several people sleep in one room, which is a bit crowded.

But tonight, they had to be a little more crowded because they had to make room for Wang Yang.

Wang Yang said no, just sleep together, but how dare everyone do this? I heard that he slept alone in a big house over there in the forest, and no one dared to sleep with Wang Yang.

After thinking about it, Wang Yang didn't refuse and fell asleep not long after he lay down.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Being extremely sensitive, he discovered that there were more than two lives in the tent, namely his and the little guy's.

There are other lives. Is that life a human being or a beast? Is it a saber-toothed tiger or a hunting pack?

Feeling the slightly undulating breath, Wang Yang looked cold, and gently took out the dagger from his waist, hesitating whether to give the acridine knife first, the acridine knife first, or the acridine knife first?

He was very inclined to give Acridine a knife first, but the being seemed to feel his movements. He turned sideways and pressed his elastic thighs onto his waist.

As soon as he stretched out his arms, he held Wang Yang's head and pressed it on his chest.

Feeling that he was squeezed into two soft balls, Wang Yang's little heart was beating wildly, and he almost got stabbed!

Fortunately, his mind was spinning very fast, and he suddenly thought that since the little guy didn't issue a warning, it meant he wasn't a wild beast, so let's look at it based on his feelings at this time.

The other party is a human being, well, or a woman. The most important thing is that the woman seems to have no clothes on...

In order to find out whether the other party was wearing clothes, Wang Yang touched the woman's back, all the way down to her thighs, and then touched her back and forth many times.

Only then was he sure that the other person was not wearing any clothes. He said to himself, I just wanted to make sure that she was wearing clothes, not to touch her.

This reason is definitely out of vulgar taste, but it also definitely has nothing to do with elegant sentiments.

"Woo!" Xiao Hong was woken up by the touch, her body was a little cold, and the blanket was not covering her, so she wrapped her arms around Wang Yang's waist and rubbed it for a few times, relying on the big fire ball to keep warm.

Wang Yang almost spurted blood, as ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped past in his heart!

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, relics..."

He kept thinking silently in his mind that this was the work of hormones. He was a man with noble integrity. He could go to heaven or go to the ocean. He could never be defeated by vulgar hormones.

But it was so uncomfortable for Xiaohong to hold herself like this and she couldn't sleep.

He could only keep telling himself that he must hold on, otherwise it would be a small loss of integrity and a big loss of reputation. He also planned to travel back to modern times to meet people one day.

In the midst of entanglement and struggle, in the midst of vulgarity and elegance, in the midst of degradation and sublimation, in the midst of picking up a gun and mounting a horse or firing a shot, Father Sun rises.

Xiaohong also woke up. As soon as she woke up, she felt something was wrong. There was something pressing against her. When she lowered her head, she saw that it was scattered wooden spears.

However, I caught a glimpse of Wang Yang's bloodshot, beast-like eyes, and couldn't help but asked strangely: "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? I forgot to tell you that I came to sleep with you yesterday. I wanted to tell you, but when I saw him

You fell asleep and I didn’t wake you up.”

Wang Yang nodded with difficulty: "Please inform me in advance next time so that I can be prepared."

His eyes were not on Xiaohong's face, but on Xiaohong's healthy body, and finally made a difficult decision in his heart: "We are like animals for once..."

While she was thinking about it, Xiao Hong had already put on her long gown and walked out, leaving Wang Yang with a melancholy expression on his face.
Chapter completed!