I Am a Shaman Among Primitive Men

I am Shennong, I have tried hundreds of poisons without dying, and I despise the poisons in the world. Now that Nong Guan has returned from this book, I feel very tight in my chest every time I think about the medicinal properties of this book. You know that the peasants underestimate the greatness of the world, and this book will harm the fate of the peasants. Fortunately, Nong can resist this poison for a while, so he writes this letter to tell all fellow Taoists: Leave it alone. Burning incense to comfort the farmers is enough.

Pig's feet are so useless, they can't do anything. Who said that making pottery is troublesome? Let's just talk about practical and simple batches. Once the shape is made and dried naturally, you can dig a hole and bake it. Although it doesn't look good, it's fine if it can be used! Once you have pottery and then use sea water to dry the salt, I suggest the author go to station B and search for an Australian guy to see the original technology inside, which will help your writing.

I can only say that the author is a talented person. You, a cultivator of immortality, are actually in the realm of martial arts.

When I saw the word "samurai", I almost thought you were a neon person who had a good life...

I've read a few chapters and it's very addictive! The protagonist is an adult in modern society who has undergone various influences. He is not good at anything and has no common sense in life. He is unwilling to do things that are safe and simple. He is content to enjoy the achievements of others, but is unwilling to contribute to the collective of his tribe... I hope the author can make some progress in the following chapters.

The protagonist has lived for 50 years, knows nothing, and is still a cultivator. He is still afraid of death. In the primitive world, he still worries about beasts. It is simply embarrassing.

I was poisoned to death by the word "Martial God".

The author's effect should be that of a delicate one.

Are you trying to poison us by writing this? Fish eat fish, don't you know that wherever there is sea, there will be sea salt next door and other places? The kind that doesn't require processing. Ouch, I'm going to poison you, poison you to death

Pig's feet are so poorly written! Did he follow his master to travel to so many places in deep mountains and old forests? Have you been to so many places and fought so many fights and yet you have no experience at all? You still need to have some brains when writing a book! There are so many spiritual stones and pig's feet used in the practice, and the result is a small fireball? The daily pile of spiritual stones has been piled up for a year, but the result is still a small ball, which is simply waste.