A tribe needs to do a lot of things to integrate into another tribe.
The same goes for the Feather Tribe joining the Qingque Tribe.
However, things are still proceeding in an orderly manner.
After all, the senior leaders in the Qingque tribe have experienced too many such things, and they are very familiar with handling them.
Coupled with the fact that the Yu Tribe and the Qingque Tribe are related to each other, the people of the Yu Tribe also sincerely want to integrate with this tribe that was once the same tribe, so things went very smoothly.
"Rabbit, rabbit."
"Rabbit. Rabbit."
At the edge of the rabbit circle of the Qingque tribe, the shaman threw grass into the rabbit circle while pointing at the rabbits and chanting loudly.
The shaman from the Yu tribe next to me, who was now named Han Youyu, immediately started to pronounce it with unclear pronunciation.
Mandarin is the only official language of the Qingque tribe. Anyone in the Qingque tribe must learn to speak Mandarin. At this time, Han Cheng set a mandatory requirement.
Even existences like the Feather Tribe are no exception.
After all, everyone in the Qingque Tribe speaks Mandarin, so how can you, the branches of the tribe, not speak Mandarin?
Of course, Mandarin is still habitually called the language of God among the Qingque tribe.
Just like the square characters in the tribe, they are called the characters of gods by the people in the tribe.
Han Youyu studied extremely seriously.
Not only does he follow the shaman around when he has nothing to do, and learn the language of the tribe from the shaman, but he also likes to go to the Qingque Tribe’s unique classroom to ‘take lessons’ and learn from the little kids in the tribe.
Of course, the class he attended was a preschool class in the tribe, which was specially designed to educate the children of the tribe.
Han Youyu, who has gray and sparse hair, is sitting here and studying in class. At the beginning, the teacher who teaches knowledge can't help but be nervous, but after experiencing this kind of thing a few times, he has become accustomed to it.
And I secretly admired this old man who was old and studious.
Because this old man, who did not know the language of their tribe's gods before, learned very quickly and was the fastest learning person in this preschool class.
And just like a real student, she will meticulously complete the homework assigned by her every time.
The children in preschool were more afraid of this old man at first.
But the more exposure you have, the less afraid you become.
On the contrary, every time during recess, many children would surround Han Youyu and play with him.
Han Youyu really liked children, so he played and played games with these preschool children.
Unknowingly, he became the king of children in this preschool class, with more authority than the monitor in the class...
At this time, the Qingque Tribe's large sailboat also set off once again, sailing downstream to deliver supplies to those who were building the Hukou sub-tribe downstream.
These supplies include large livestock such as donkeys and cattle.
Of course, it is not for the people there to eat, but for them to raise and reduce the burden of the work there.
Han Cheng will never forget these people who are far away from the main tribe and fighting for the tribe outside. He will not let the people in the tribe lose their food and clothing after bleeding and sweating.
More than half a month later, the Qingque returned and also brought back some information about the Hukou sub-tribe under construction.
For example, one of the twelve houses in a row has been built and the other one is under construction.
However, the construction speed of the second building was much slower. This was because a lot of manpower was used to clear up wasteland.
Those who are building in Hukou said that it is not too good to live in the house for the time being, but it can be lived in as long as the wind can't blow it and the rain can't stop it.
The top priority is to open up the land first so that we can plant crops in the spring next year.
In this way, we can achieve self-sufficiency as quickly as possible and no longer need food from the main tribe.
As people with hands and feet, not only could they not deliver food to the main tribe, but they also had to ask for food from the main tribe, which made them feel particularly ashamed.
As for the construction of the Hukou sub-tribe, they plan to take time out during the slack period.
Strive to ensure that food production and the construction of the Hukou tribe are not delayed.
Han Cheng was very satisfied with the way the tribesmen sent to Hukou for construction could think and act in this way.
After all, this is better than what he originally imagined.
Winter is coming at a moment's notice. After the cold wind howls all night, when you wake up in the morning, there are snowflakes falling from the sky.
Although it is only sporadic, it is exciting enough.
However, these excited people do not include the members of the Feather Tribe who have been members of the Qingque Tribe for a short time.
After the weather suddenly turned cold, the days that followed became particularly difficult. Every winter would leave a particularly deep impression on them and make them suffer.
How can they be happy under such circumstances?
And I don't understand that the people of the Qingque tribe can be so happy at this sad time.
But when they gradually turned their attention to the thick winter clothes they were wearing, and then recalled the warm room and the hot Kang, they suddenly became relieved.
Under today's circumstances, it is indeed possible to put aside all worries about the cold and simply feel the joy of the first falling snow.
After realizing that they and others had joined the Qingque Tribe and that their living conditions had changed dramatically, the people of the Yuanyu Tribe soon felt this joy as well.
Everyone was happy. Han Cheng, who had always liked snow, did not feel any happiness from it this time. On the contrary, he seemed a little worried.
This is of course not because Han Cheng didn't have any good measures to keep warm, but because something went wrong with General Fu.
Since the day before yesterday, Fu Jiang hasn't eaten very much. He always likes to lie there. He looks sick and lacks energy.
Han Cheng tried to make it spirited, but his efforts failed.
Even in the past, Fu Jiang's favorite thing to do, teaming up with Han Cheng and Uncle Lu to bully the deer and steal deer milk, became less interesting.
It cannot be said that it is a lack of interest, but it should be said that I want to do it, but I don’t have the energy and strength to do it.
In the past, although Fu Jiang would sometimes feel a little depressed, he would not be in this state now.
Facing the blessed general in this state, Han Cheng would always have a hidden worry lingering in his heart.
After all, Fu Jiang is already very old among wolves.
As Han Chengcai came to this era, it didn't take long for him to be with Han Cheng. After more than ten years, Han Cheng had already regarded this loyal guy as part of the tribe members.
And it is still a very important component.
Human beings are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?
Crouching behind the door of the house where he lived, Han Cheng poured some fragrant meat porridge into a large bowl with a gap.
"Come on, Mr. Fu, hurry up and eat. I spent a lot of time cooking this thing. That stupid deer doesn't even have it. It's just you. Hurry up and try it."
After Han Cheng poured the meat porridge in the bowl into the bowl, he called out to the lucky general lying behind the door.
Behind the door, Han Cheng personally built a small nest there, which became General Fu's residence.
Fu Jiang is a hygienic dog who knows how to go to the toilet to deal with poop and pee.
Bai Xuemei or Han Cheng will give it a bath when nothing happens, so even if its kennel is moved behind the door, there won't be any unpleasant smell in the room.
Fu Jiang, who was lying in the doghouse, raised his head after hearing Han Cheng's words and whined at Han Cheng.
Then he stood up hard and walked out.
This action, which was very common in the past, has become much more strenuous for the current general.
Standing in front of Han Cheng, its body was shaking uncontrollably.
Han Cheng felt particularly distressed when he saw it, and quickly picked up the dog bowl with food and put it under Fu Jiang's mouth.
"Eat, eat more food to get better, and then you can continue to bully that stupid deer."
Han Cheng said this aloud while stroking Fu Jiang's dog head, as if he was coaxing a sick child to drink medicine.
After hearing this, Fu Jiang obediently lowered his head and ate the meat porridge in his bowl.
Han Cheng couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw this.
But good times don't last forever.
Fu Jiang just took two small bites and stopped eating.
No matter what Han Cheng said or tried to persuade him, he just ate it.
After arriving, General Fu looked at Han Cheng and whined twice.
Han Cheng could actually see the meaning of pleading in it.
After looking into Fu Jiang's eyes for a while, Han Cheng finally let out a long sigh.
"If you don't want to eat, just don't eat. Go back and rest quickly..."
If it were in the past, let alone porridge with minced meat, even if it was white porridge, such a big bowl of blessing would be eaten in a short time.
But now.
Whether it was because he understood Han Cheng's words or because he was too tired, Fu Jiang quickly lay down on the ground to rest.
But instead of returning to its kennel, it lay on the ground outside the kennel.
Fu Jiang, who was lying on the ground, was no longer shaking as badly as before.
Han Cheng was afraid that Fu Jiang would be frozen on the ground, so he picked him up with his hands and prepared to put him back into his nest.
Fu Jiang didn't struggle and just let Han Cheng hold him and put him into the doghouse.
After placing Fu Jiang back in the kennel, Han Cheng squatted here and reached out to touch Fu Jiang's head, then picked up the bowl he brought and walked outside.
Looking up at the gray sky, scattered snowflakes fell on his face, making him feel cold.
Han Cheng's heart was as gloomy as the sky in this winter.
He was really worried that Fu Jiang, a bitch, would completely leave because of this.
He is a nostalgic person, especially when he is facing Fu Jiang, a guy who has been by his side since he came into this world not too long ago.
Han Cheng, who likes snow the most, couldn't feel the least bit happy looking at this year's first snow...
After coming to the kitchen and standing in front of the stove with charcoal for a while, Han Cheng walked out again and came back after a short while, holding some herbs in his hand.
He added some water to the pot, threw the herbs in his hand, closed the lid, and sat in front of the stove to start a fire.
Han Cheng didn't know what kind of illness Fu Jiang had, but he couldn't bear to see it go on like this.
Regardless of whether these methods worked or not, he still wanted to try them.
By the time Han Cheng prepared the medicine and walked out of the kitchen with the steaming and bitter medicine bowl, the scattered snowflakes outside had grown in size and were falling.
The light snowflakes fell into the soup bowl and instantly merged with the soup.
Han Cheng pushed the door open and walked in with the medicine bowl in hand. The snowflakes on his body melted quickly.
Fu Jiang maintained Han Cheng's previous posture of holding it in. When he heard the sound of Han Cheng coming in, he raised his head and called Han Cheng "wuwu" twice, looking weak.
Then he lowered his head again and placed it on the ground.
The dog that once couldn't stop jumping up and down as soon as he didn't see Han Cheng for a while, is now very old...
Han Cheng squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Fu Jiang's head.
After waiting like this for a while, he reached out to touch the medicine in the medicine bowl. After finding that the temperature was suitable, Han Chenggong began to feed Fu Jiang the medicine.
Fu Jiang, who didn't even want to eat meat porridge, naturally wouldn't drink it when faced with such a bitter soup.
After many attempts to persuade him were of no use, Han Chenggong began to give him medicine.
He found a bamboo tube, put it into General Fu's mouth, and then poured the medicinal soup in the bowl down the bamboo tube into General Fu's mouth.
The filling of the medicine did not go smoothly, so Bai Xuemei came over to help her get the medicine down.
Fu Jiang, who had been given the medicinal soup, sneezed several times in succession and shook his head several times before slowly regaining his composure.
But it still looks uncomfortable.
Han Cheng carried Fu Jiang back into the kennel and squatted here, stroking Fu Jiang's head for comfort.
Fu Jiang, who had just been forced to drink medicine by someone, did not have a long memory and rubbed the back of Han Cheng's hand with his dry nose.
Such an action made Han Cheng very happy.
After staying here for a while, Han Cheng left.
Fu Jiang also fell asleep in the doghouse at this time...
I don’t know if Han Chengbing’s emergency medical treatment had an effect. At night, Fu Jiang’s condition seemed much better. When Han Cheng fed him food again, he ate it.
There is a small half bowl.
Compared with Fu Jiang's state these days, this is already a huge improvement.
A smile appeared on Han Cheng's face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The wizards, senior brothers, Tietou, Heiwa, Shitou and others who came to see General Fu also had smiles on their faces.
As the earliest people in the tribe, they have deep feelings for the oldest dog in the tribe, who has grown up with them and witnessed the development and growth of the tribe. They are reluctant to let this old man leave like this...
