Chapter 1294 The longest road is the parent's routine (two in one)
After a fierce battle between humans and monkeys, a large layer of fine oranges fell in front of Han Cheng and others. They were big, round, and full of water.
Under the leadership of Han Cheng, the unscrupulous son of God, the people of the Qingque tribe have already mastered the art of driving these monkeys to work as free labor to pick the things on the cliffs that are very well lit but cannot be picked by themselves.
Orange's skills have become very proficient.
In the past, they would throw directly at these monkeys. Now, they first used fur, hay and other things to pave the area to make it soft, and then started to pick up stones and throw them at the cliff.
The monkey on top goes to throw, provoke.
With these things as buffers, a large part of the oranges dropped by the monkeys were completely preserved.
Waste is avoided to a great extent.
Look at the oranges on the ground. There are already a lot of oranges. The group of monkeys on the cliff are also a little tired.
So Han Cheng and others ended the human-monkey war and began to pick up the oranges from the ground and put them into baskets.
When installing, I made a selection.
Those oranges that are in good condition and intact are put in baskets and shipped back.
The oranges that had been smashed to the point of bleeding and disfigured were placed separately.
Except for those that were so crumbly that they could no longer be eaten, the rest were packed away.
These are only a little broken, or a small half of the oranges. They are still edible, but they are not durable for storage.
It would be a pity to throw it away.
People of the Qingque tribe are not picky about what they eat.
Such fruits are still very good fruits in their eyes.
While walking on the road, I still felt happy eating.
It's just that sometimes, you have to ignore the way some people grimace.
Oranges are a very attractive fruit, and many people in the tribe have suffered from oranges in the past.
When facing oranges, I kept thinking in my mind that I must eat less to avoid my teeth becoming sore again.
As a result, when I started to eat, I couldn't control my mouth. I took the orange and put it into my mouth one by one. I couldn't stop it from the beginning.
While eating, I would constantly comfort myself in my mind - Isn't this an orange? Isn't the toothache caused by an orange? There should be no problem if you eat this one...
And then...the teeth were in trouble again? They were so sore that they didn’t dare to exert force.
So later, when I saw other people there eating barbecue? Or some other delicious food? These people whose teeth are not acid-resistant and can't help eating too many oranges can only burst into tears.
Looking at others eating there, I could only drink a little hot soup to satisfy my hunger...
But those people with good teeth? They deliberately eat very fragrantly when they eat.
As if what you are eating is the most unparalleled delicacy in the world? You are constantly getting drunk in front of these people, making these people's teeth feel itchy, but you have no choice but to keep drinking soup.
to vent the anger in my heart.
Han Cheng looked at such a scene and couldn't help but find it very interesting.
Of course he found it funny, because this meal of barbecue was the idea of him, the unscrupulous son of God.
It can be said that there is such a divine son? Those people in the Qingque tribe are also very tired...
Things like oranges? Before Han Cheng, although people in the tribe tried to plant them in the main tribe in the north and other places, they never succeeded.
The ending of Nan Ju and Bei Zhi has still not been broken.
Many of the oranges that were originally very delicious and delicious did not survive after they were planted in the north.
The fruits produced by the trees that came back to life are also small and ugly. They look similar to the fruits of the Iron Fence House in the tribe, and they taste bitter to eat.
That's why Han Cheng deceived the monkeys here and got so many oranges by giving them fights.
On the one hand, I wanted to eat some for myself and others on the road, and on the other hand, I wanted to bring these oranges to the north so that the people in the northern tribes could have a taste of them.
People in the south don't think these things are so rare.
But in the north, those who don't often eat oranges feel different.
After all, rare things are more valuable.
At this time, transportation is very inconvenient. It takes a long time to go from south to north. There are no professional people to transport and sell these fruits.
Unlike in later generations, transportation was so developed, and many people were involved in the transportation and selling of fruits, so that in some years, people who grew up in the north could actually eat for nine cents a piece.
Pounds of oranges!
Moreover, this kind of orange is not the kind of inferior quality, it is the kind of orange that tastes very good!
Such a thing is unthinkable in today's era.
If you want to experience this, I don’t know how long it will take to develop.
Uh...that doesn't seem right.
Because now those people in the north of the Qingque Tribe eat oranges brought by people from the south to the north. They are all members of their own tribe, so they don’t need to pay for it at all.
Of course, if they were really asked to pay, they wouldn't have the money.
In this way, it can save more money than later generations...
The people of the Qingque tribe, led by Han Cheng, the unscrupulous son of the god, carried goods, pulled horses, cattle and sheep, and walked carefully along the way.
When they emerged from the Qinling Mountains and reached the north side, they immediately felt that the temperature had dropped significantly.
When we were south of the Qinling Mountains, the leaves of the trees were just a little yellowed and looked a little autumnal, but by the time we got here, autumn had already become very deep.
Looking around, the mountains are covered in red and the forests are dyed everywhere.
Some trees are even bald and have lost all their leaves.
It is no exaggeration to say that this huge mountain range that traverses the east and west has really used its own power to block the cold air and distinguish the south from the north.
It is not unreasonable for later generations to regard the Qinling Mountains and the Huaihe River as the dividing line between the north and the south.
While sighing at the miraculous craftsmanship of nature, Han Cheng continued to move forward with his tribe members and arrived at the Qinling residential area.
Junior Brother Sha and other people in the Qinling residential area were very happy to see Han Cheng and others returning from the south.
Junior Brother Sha didn't say anything unnecessary. He just put on his bow, took a large pot of arrows, and set off from the tribe. He didn't know where he went.
Not long after, Junior Brother Sha came back again.
Coming back with him were a dozen wild geese.
Of course, these wild geese were already dead at this time, otherwise they wouldn't be so honest.
As time goes by, Junior Brother Sha, who is already very talented in archery, has not only not regressed in his archery skills, but has become even more proficient.
When they saw him coming back with the wild goose, someone immediately went up to pick up the wild goose and carried it aside for plucking.
He took off the clothes of the wild goose very skillfully. This was the real plucking of the wild goose's feathers.
Then the body will be disemboweled and further processed.
While these people were doing these things, the large iron pot in the Qinling residential area was also set up and put away.
It didn't take long for the flames to burst into flames.
The geese that had been plucked, disemboweled, and cleaned were also chopped into pieces, stir-fried with some seasonings, and then started to add water and put them in a large iron pot over high heat.
Stew vigorously.
Now, people in the Qingque tribe have mastered the use of cooking utensils such as iron pots.
After a while, the delicious iron pot stewed wild geese came out of the pot.
Junior Brother Sha greeted with a smile and asked Han Cheng and others to come over and taste it.
Han Cheng picked up a large piece of wild goose meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste.
The taste is delicious, the meat is delicate, very strong, with some mellow aroma, and the taste is very good.
The goose stewed in an iron pot was more delicious than the goose stewed in an iron pot that Han Cheng had eaten in later generations.
Of course, the most important thing is that wild geese have better meat quality than the geese that were bred in later generations.
Another reason is that Junior Brother Sha's archery skills are very good, so he wanted to find something to practice his skills when he had nothing to do.
At this time, geese that are large in size, have a lot of meat, and taste very good will easily become the targets of attack.
Under such circumstances, it was hard to imagine whether the goose stew in the iron pot made by Junior Brother Sha would be delicious.
This is the same reason that people in later generations who like to drink may not be very good at cooking other meals, but the fried peanuts are particularly beautiful.
After eating some delicious iron pot stewed wild geese, Han Cheng stayed here for more than a day.
After leaving behind four large baskets of oranges and some iron tools brought back from the Tieshan residential area, they set off again with the people, heading from the Qinling residential area along the built road.
Go to the main tribe.
There is something special that needs to be said.
With the completion of the construction of this road from the Qinling residential area to the main Qingque tribe, four more tribes, large and small, totaling more than 300 people, were recruited by the Qingque tribe while working for the Qingque tribe.
He assimilated without leaving a trace. After the construction of this road was completed, he chose to join the Qingque Tribe and became a member of the big family of the Qingque Tribe.
Walking on this flat road at this time, thinking about these things, Han Cheng, the divine son of the Qingque tribe, couldn't help but wonder in his heart, should he build some more roads in other places?
This kind of thing can pave the way for himself, make the road of the tribe smooth and easy to walk, and can also increase the population of the tribe rapidly. If he doesn't do more, he will be a bit sorry for himself and is not in line with his status as the son of the god of the Qingque tribe.
"Mom, eat it, these oranges are delicious! They are not sour at all!"
Here in the Qingque Lord Tribe, the little pea who is changing his teeth and whose two front teeth have disappeared, holds a peeled orange in his hand, breaks off a piece, puts it in his mouth and tastes it, and finds that the orange is not so sour, but sweet.
After that, he immediately broke off another piece, grinned, and put the orange piece to Bai Xuemei's mouth with his open teeth, with a smile on his face.
Bai Xuemei accepted her son's filial piety and ate it, her eyes immediately became bent.
"Well, it's delicious. This orange is really sweet! But you are losing your teeth now, and your father said you should eat less oranges. Even if you do, try to choose sweeter oranges..."
After Bai Xuemei ate a piece of orange, her face was filled with joy, and she began to talk non-stop to Little Pea.
As soon as Xiao Wandou saw his mother entering this state, she immediately became bitter.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it, I got it..."
He promised this repeatedly.
"I'm going to see where my little brother and sister have gone. But don't run to the river!"
He said this, and then ran away quickly, hurriedly escaping from this nagging mother.
Han Cheng, the father, walked out of the room, smiled and gave Bai Xuemei a thumbs up, and manually gave the child bride a thumbs up.
"You, the mother-in-law, have the experience to deal with these children!"
Han Cheng was not stingy with his praise at all.
After praising Bai Xuemei like this, he walked to the door, closed the door, and plugged it in.
Then while praising Bai Xuemei, he picked up Bai Xuemei and walked towards the room...
Not long after, some strange, seductive and beautiful songs sounded in the room with the door tightly closed...
Little Pea fled as fast as he could with the oranges, and kept praising his wit. He didn't know what happened after he left, and he was still rejoicing there.
Sure enough, the longest road we have traveled over the years is the routine of our parents...
Today is the third day that Han Cheng returned to the main tribe after a long journey.
It makes perfect sense to say that a long absence is better than a newlywed.
Presumably the person who originally said such a thing must have had a very in-depth understanding of this, that is, someone with life experience.
Otherwise, it would not be possible to express these things so clearly in just a few words, giving people a strong sense of identity.
After being together for a long time, Han Cheng would often become a little unmotivated.
But this time, it had been three days since he returned from afar, and he was still able to burst out with fiery enthusiasm.
Otherwise, he would not let Bai Xuemei trick his son in broad daylight and create opportunities for himself...
"Let's go over there and have a look."
After returning to the main tribe and repairing for three or four days, Han Cheng once again left the Qingque Tribe and headed for somewhere else.
However, the people who went with him this time had a big change.
Wu, the old man in the tribe, Bai Xuemei, the child bride, Xiao Wandou, Xiao Xing'er, and Xiao Huangdou, who was already running around and starting to learn the language, all followed Han Cheng.
They were not traveling this time, but Han Cheng wanted to see the horse farm established dozens of miles away from the main tribe...
