Since it was a housewarming celebration, a feast was naturally indispensable. All kinds of food that the Qingque tribe could produce were brought out, so that everyone could eat freely.
Although it lacks various seasonings, for everyone in the Qingque tribe, these are indeed supreme delicacies.
After dinner, it was getting dark. Many people couldn't wait to go back to their new house and sleep on the kang to experience the comfortable feeling again, but they were stopped by Han Cheng.
How would such a celebration be possible without a bonfire party?
Han Shenzi said there was a bonfire, so the bonfire in the courtyard was lit. Han Shenzi said he wanted to dance, so...
So everyone was stunned. They didn't understand what the Son of God meant by dancing.
It doesn't matter if you don't know how to dance, as long as you have someone to teach you and learn from it.
Street dance is cool, Latin dance is beautiful, square dance is trendy, ballet is very difficult...
These have nothing to do with Han Cheng and the Qingque tribe, because Han Cheng doesn't know any of them.
He only knows some Yangko dance and two sets of radio gymnastics...
Broadcasting gymnastics is too serious, not suitable for this joyful scene, and it easily reminds Han Cheng of his fear of being dominated by school.
So Yangko appeared many years in advance.
If there are no handkerchiefs and flower balls, use small pieces of animal skins instead; if there are no drums, use bangles and stones.
Many people initially felt that the pace and posture of the Son of God were very magical, and some felt a little embarrassed.
However, as the sound of bangs and the tapping of stones continued, and more and more people were writhing around the fire with the Son of God, those who were a little embarrassed to try were gradually replaced by the laughter of those who were jumping and shouting.
Attracted and infected by the smiles on their faces, I became eager to try.
Finally, I broke through the barrier in my heart and joined the celebrating crowd.
The shaman who often performs great dances did not join the carnival like this group of demons dancing wildly. He banged his clapper on the side and looked at the happy crowd. His toothless mouth could not be closed.
Not to mention Han Cheng, this bonfire dance could not be recognized as a yangko dance even by an expert in yangko dance. It lasted for a while and then gradually subsided. The person who was sweating all over felt comfortable all over.
After the inner joy was vented in this way, everyone felt light and light, and their energy was a hundred times more powerful.
These people who did not have many recreational activities on weekdays suddenly fell in love with the activities created by the Son of God that could make people happy physically and mentally.
Some people who have never been secluded enough twist and turn on the way to the room...
Han Cheng lay on the kang that was covered with a thick layer of hay and a layer of leather. He stretched out comfortably and pulled a piece of very soft and thick sheepskin to cover his body. There was no original ditty.
Interference, I soon fell asleep...
"Kekeke~"
The calculation was not very clear, and there were many surprising rooster crows for later generations, and Han Cheng opened his eyes.
I had no dreams all night and felt refreshed when I woke up in the morning.
When he got up and washed up, Han Cheng was shocked because as far as he could see, the eyes of the adults in the Qingque tribe were all red and bloodshot, and they looked like they had suffered from pinkeye collectively.
Reading history makes people wise, mathematics makes people smart, and dancing Yangko around a campfire for unknown distances will make people collectively suffer from pink eye?
Han Cheng was thinking wildly like this, and hurriedly lowered his head to look at his own eyes in the basin. His eyes were clear and innocent...
And a little shameless.
When I went to see this child, I found that his eyes were normal, just like before.
He pulled Tietou, whose eyes were also red, and asked what was going on. Tietou hesitated and couldn't explain clearly.
Han Cheng understood immediately when he saw this, let go of his iron head, and smiled at these guys who were not doing good things.
"no……"
When Tietou saw Shenzi's expression, he immediately knew what Shenzi was thinking and hurriedly waved his hands to explain.
The seemingly omniscient Shenzi gave him an "I understand" smile, and then went straight back to the room with the toiletries, leaving the dumbfounded iron head alone in a mess.
Han Cheng had really wronged Tietou and the others this time. They didn't sleep well last night, which did have something to do with what he was thinking, but it wasn't too big.
The biggest reason is that these people live in new houses and sleep on soft kangs. They are too excited and have no intention of sleeping.
Tietou felt that saying this matter in front of the Son of God would look particularly useless, so he hesitated. As a result, a huge pot fell on his head.
He looked at the belly that was already very big like a flower, and then looked at Heiwa not far away who was shaking his legs while poking his teeth with a willow branch and looking very good, and Zhuang next to Heiwa who had given birth to a child and had a smaller belly.
I feel that I am being unfairly blamed.
It's obviously Hei Wa and still strong... I didn't do anything, I just peeked at the person who came in the middle of the night...
As if sensing something, Hei Wa spit out a mouthful of mouthwash and just turned his head.
When he found Tietou looking at him, he showed a mean smile without thinking...
The weather is getting colder day by day, and the leaves are falling more and more. The Qingque tribe is preparing to reclaim the wasteland for planting rapeseed. They have plowed all the wasteland and planted rapeseed.
The earliest ones planted have already sprouted, and some of them have grown quickly and have four leaves.
Later, less than half of the land that was burned to prepare for planting millet next year was cultivated.
Today, all reclamation work has stopped, and the main labor force in the tribe has to go to picking fruits.
Although the Qingque tribe now has no shortage of food, the fruits still need to be stored. They are still very good as desserts after meals.
Nuts like pine nuts are most delicious as snacks.
Those who went to pick fruits not only brought hooks and poles, but also stone spears and thickened rattan shields.
When picking fruits in autumn for two consecutive years, I met the Soaring Snake tribe in the fruit forest. Last winter, the two tribes had a life-and-death battle again. It can be said that they have taken on a blood feud.
If we meet again in the future, it will be difficult to be kind. If there is a dispute, we will not throw away our weapons and fight with bare hands like before.
Therefore, you must be on guard and bring enough weapons.
In the past, there were old people and children participating in picking fruits, but this year there were none because their ability to withstand dangers was not strong enough.
Shang was a little confused at first about the seriousness of his senior brother and others.
We were just out picking fruits, not hunting, so why should we be so cautious?
When he knew the reason for this, his previous thoughts disappeared immediately. Not only did he bring two stone spears and a rattan shield, but he also put a small half of the rafter heads in each of the rafters he carried before quarrying the stone for construction.
The houses were specially left for throwing stone bullets.
