The heavy snow stopped, and the sun broke through the clouds, blooming with many rays of light.
The bright sunshine shines on the snow, making the surrounding light shine brightly.
Turning around and looking around, there were white flowers everywhere, dazzling the eyes.
On the hillside behind the Qingque Tribe, Han Cheng put Fu Jiang, who was still sleeping, into the dug hole with his own hands.
There were quite a few people standing beside it.
Wu was old. It snowed again and the hillside was very slippery. Han Cheng did not let him come up.
But apart from Wu, Big Brother, Hei Wa, Shitou and other people all came over.
As the oldest dog in the tribe, Fu Jiang's status is naturally different from that of the other dogs in the tribe.
As time goes by and the tribe develops, people will gradually feel that the old people are valuable.
Even the dog who lives with everyone and witnesses the development of the tribe has become unforgettable.
Those who came here were not only people from the Qingque tribe, but also many dogs from the tribe.
As the first dog in the tribe, the other dogs in the tribe are all descendants of General Fu.
Although with subsequent development and the conscious intervention of people in the tribe, the classification of dogs in the tribe is not as obvious as that of wolves outside, this kind of thing still exists to some extent now.
When Fu Jiang started, he was the dog king of the tribe.
Later, when he grew old, due to the intervention of Han Cheng and other Qingque tribe members, General Fu still had considerable power over the dogs in the tribe.
Animals are also spiritually connected, and they often feel sad when their own kind dies.
At this time Fu Jiang died, and many dogs from the tribe came over.
Standing aside, looking at Fu Jiang in the pit, he whined.
Han Cheng stood here and watched quietly for a while, then without saying a word, he used a copper shovel to scoop up a copper shovel of soil and filled it in the pit.
Tietou, who was standing by the side, saw Han Cheng burying General Fu and wanted to help, but Shi Shi, who had quick eyes and quick hands, reached out and held him back.
After such a scene, no one around wanted to help.
Everyone stood here quietly, amidst the whining of some dogs, watching the Son of God shoveling soil one by one and filling the pit.
The mud fell one after another, and within a short time, Fu Jiang was covered up by the mud and disappeared.
Han Cheng's movements did not stop, and he was still filling the soil inside with one copper shovel after another.
The pit was filled up, and a dirt bag less than one meter high appeared on it.
Han Cheng found some more stones and covered them on the earth bag.
While doing these things, Han Cheng never said a word.
"Let's go back, it's very cold."
After starting to make these things, Han Cheng stood here and watched for a while, then said to everyone present.
As he spoke, everyone present began to turn around.
After burying the lucky general and walking back with the shovel, Han Cheng seemed very calm and not as sad as he imagined.
He himself was somewhat surprised by his current state and reaction.
Han Cheng's reaction, in the eyes of Shitou, Senior Brother and other senior members of the Qingque tribe, gave them a sigh of relief.
As the old men of the tribe, they knew that Shenzi was a nostalgic person, and they also knew how high the status of the blessed general who had just died and was dug and buried by Shenzi himself had in Shenzi's heart.
Han Cheng returned to the tribe's courtyard, put down the shovel in his hand, washed his hands and face with hot water, stayed here for a while, and then returned to the room.
When he walked into the main door and walked into the bedroom, Han Cheng couldn't help but glance behind the door.
Behind the door is General Fu's kennel, which is still lined with straw straw and worn leather.
When the weather gets cold, Fu Jiang likes to lie down in the doghouse.
Now, this kennel is empty, without a single dog.
The dog that used to rush out to greet him whenever he heard his footsteps, jumping up and down, disappeared.
The dog that has followed him since he was a child and was raised by him, the dog that has accompanied him for so many years, is really gone and has completely left him!
It was only at this time that Han Cheng finally realized this cruel fact, as if he had woken up from a dream.
At this moment, my emotions suddenly lost control, and tears burst out of my eyes.
Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty kennel, crying like rain.
Bai Xuemei came back from outside with her three children. When she saw Han Cheng in this state, she was stunned.
In her impression, Brother Cheng has never cried.
Brother Cheng has always been a very divine person and knows a lot, as if nothing can stop him.
But now, Brother Cheng is actually crying!
Crying like a helpless child.
Bai Xuemei, who stood here in a daze for a while, seemingly at a loss, walked out of the room with her three children, closed the door, and left Han Cheng alone.
Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty kennel, feeling sad and crying.
After a while of this, my mood slowly calmed down and I gradually stopped crying.
Wiping his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand and looking at the empty kennel, Han Chang let out a long breath...
After burying General Fu, Han Cheng always felt empty in the following time.
Sometimes there are auditory hallucinations or fantasies.
When sitting in the house, you will imagine that Fu Jiang is interacting with the stupid deer, Uncle Deer, right outside the house.
Walking out of the house and walking all the way to the deer pen, the imaginary lucky general was not here, only the old but energetic Mr. Deer, who seemed a little shameless and climbed on the back of the doe.
When sitting outside, you will feel that the lucky general is lying in the doghouse in the house.
However, when Han Cheng couldn't help but walk in, he was still facing the empty kennel...
When I go to bed at night, I sometimes wake up from my sleep and vaguely seem to hear Fu Jiang's cry.
Even though Han Cheng obviously knew that General Fu was really dead and would never come back, sometimes he still couldn't help but get up and open the door to take a look...
The sky, which had been gloomy for a long time, once again rarely cleared up.
Han Cheng sat on a chair against the wall in front of his house, holding his young son in his arms.
The sunshine, which seemed very precious in winter, fell warmly on him and the child in his arms.
Han Cheng raised his head and looked at the hill behind the tribe, which was also covered with a layer of snow.
The place where Fu General was buried was also covered by heavy snow, so it was impossible to see where it was.
In the winter of Qingque's fifteenth year, Han Cheng was not having a good time. He was not in a good mood and always felt empty...
Han Cheng's unhappy mood does not mean that others will also be unhappy.
The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe is in a particularly wonderful mood.
Compared to the Qingque Lord Tribe, which is further north, the Pegasus Tribe, which is further south, has winter coming later.
However, the weather also became severely cold at this time, and heavy snow covered the wilderness, leaving a vast expanse of white everywhere.
Because it is sheltered by high mountains, it is far less cold in the valley than outside.
There is even a lot of green grass in many places.
A large number of livestock fill this spacious valley. Under the supervision of some people, these animals greedily eat the fodder that is particularly precious during this season.
There seem to be more cattle, sheep, horses and other livestock than there were last winter!
Inside the tent that was built with pieces of leather connected together, there was a fire burning in the fire pit dug.
The fuel used was not common vegetation, but dried cow dung and horse dung.
This stuff is both fertilizer and good fuel.
At least it is a particularly useful fuel on grasslands that lack dry firewood such as trees.
Dried cow dung is particularly resistant to burning. If you set some on fire and ignore them for a long time, you don't have to worry about the flame going out because the fuel has burned out.
It's perfect for heating.
In the warm tent, the chief of the Pegasus tribe sat beside the fire pit, eating a roasted golden leg of lamb in his hand.
Around him, there were several other people, all of whom were eating the roasted meat.
The mutton roasted with slices of dried cow dung tasted particularly delicious, and at least most of the people present were extremely intoxicated after eating it.
There was a circle of stones surrounding the fire pit, and an irregular pottery basin was placed on top of the stone. The pottery pot contained most of the basin of mare's milk.
At this time, it has also been heated by the fire, with some rolling in the middle, and a layer of cream on the surface, which is steaming and looks particularly appetizing.
The atmosphere in the tent was very good, everyone was talking and laughing, so happy.
Everyone present is a person with status in the Pegasus tribe, and they are basically all men.
In the Pegasus tribe, women are in a disadvantaged position, which is closely related to their living environment.
The grasslands are mainly used for grazing, and the environment is harsh. Not only do they have to face fierce beasts, but they often also have to guard against conflicts with other tribes.
Under such circumstances, strong men naturally have an advantage.
There are exceptions, however.
For example, there is a woman in the tent of the Pegasus tribe, and this woman's status is very high.
In the place where the top leaders of the Pegasus tribe gather together, her status is far superior to that of many men in the same tent!
Only the chief of the Pegasus tribe can suppress her, and the rest of the Pegasus tribe will be left far behind by her.
This person is none other than the former witch of the Red Tiger Tribe.
"@esw@￥……"
Inside the tent, the atmosphere was extremely lively. Everyone was chewing the roasted and especially delicious mutton while talking cheerfully, wantonly and flamboyantly.
"Alas~"
In such a warm atmosphere, such an inappropriate sigh sounded.
The noseless witch of the Red Tiger tribe sighed and hung down the leg of lamb that she could hold in her hand, showing a lack of interest.
Such a sigh seemed particularly abrupt at this time.
If someone else sighed like this at this time, the chief of the Pegasus tribe would definitely get angry and beat up this disappointing guy.
But the person who sighed was the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, so the result was naturally different.
The sigh of the witch from the Red Tiger Tribe attracted the attention of everyone in the tent.
Everyone stopped talking and looked at this smart and kind woman.
Those with better observation skills saw the particularly plump leg of lamb in the hands of the Red Tiger tribe witch, but she had not eaten two bites of it.
“#￥e@#……?”
The chief of the Pegasus tribe, whose mouth was shiny, spoke first.
He was asking the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, what's wrong? Why did he eat so little? Is it because the food was not roasted well and the taste didn't match the taste?
“@#@@#￥se……”
Contrary to the expectations of many people in the tent, after hearing what the Pegasus Tribe chief asked, the noseless Red Tiger Tribe witch actually nodded and acknowledged the matter.
This kind of thing shocked everyone present.
Because in their understanding, the best meat from sheep is leg meat.
Especially the lamb leg roasted with cow dung, so tender!
No food can compare!
However, now, some people sometimes think that the roasted lamb leg is not delicious...
this……
This really shocked them...
“@￥ww#r##@……”
The witch from the Red Tiger tribe continued to speak and explain this matter.
As she spoke, the eyes of those present became strange.
Looking at the witch from the Red Tiger Tribe, her eyes showed a different kind of light.
The reason why this is the case is because in what the witch of the Red Tiger tribe just said, she revealed something particularly surprising to them.
The witch from the Red Tiger Tribe just told them that there was something particularly magical in the place where her original tribe lived.
Put this stuff on food and it will taste many times better!
Even the worst meat, if you put some of that stuff on it after roasting it, it will taste better than this roasted leg of lamb.
When saying this, the witch of the Red Tiger tribe showed an obviously intoxicated look.
“@#￥@@#ee……”
She said this looking particularly intoxicated.
It means that if she can eat such food again, and can bring such things to the people in the tribe, so that the people in the tribe can taste this kind of food, how great would it be?
!
After listening to what the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe said and looking at the intoxicated look of the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, everyone present swallowed a mouthful of saliva and then looked at the cow dung roasted mutton in their hands. They felt that this was incomparable.
Delicious things suddenly no longer smell so good...
