Chapter 192 The Blessed General who is drifting away (all set 650
The sunlight is diffused, and the dead leaves wither and fall to the ground, making a slight sound, with a quiet beauty of death.
"Bah!"
The fruit, which had been standing on the branch waiting for you to pick it, was scalding hot and full of honey. I couldn't hold on any longer. Just a gust of wind blew by, and I was shocked like an electric shock. I couldn't stand and fell to the branch.
A belly full of juice came out.
This strange sound broke the unique tranquility and beauty.
"Shasha, Shasha..."
That sound seemed to turn on some switch. After it, there was no peace in the forest.
As the rustling sound got closer and louder, a group of primitive people wrapped in furs, carrying burdens and carrying weapons appeared next to the orchard.
Seeing the fallen fruits all over the ground, the senior brother showed a look of pity in his eyes, followed by a sense of relaxation.
He did not rush into this large orchard, but led people to circle around the orchard, looking around vigilantly while doing so.
After going around in a circle, Senior Brother finally relaxed.
A large number of fruits fell on the ground, and no newly broken branches were found. This all showed that no one had visited this orchard before them.
"Pick!"
After confirming the safety, the senior brother gave the order, and everyone put down their weapons and acted quickly to start picking fruits.
Shang, the leader of the original pig tribe, tightly held a stone spear and a stone in his hand, looking around with reddish eyes.
The senior brother noticed Shang's strange behavior, came over and patted Shang hard on the shoulder, saying, "We all remember it!"
After a while, Shang let out a sigh of relief, nodded vigorously towards the senior brother in front of him, put down the stone spear and the stone, and started picking fruits with the others.
Although he was basically certain that the evil tribe that had suffered great losses at the hands of his own tribe would not come to this orchard again, the senior brother still did not take it too lightly. After collecting enough fruits, everyone went to the tribe together.
Transport within the area and strive not to be scattered.
The emergence of hooks and poles makes transporting fruits more convenient and faster than the clay pots with ropes and poles used last year.
Even if this method is adopted, the efficiency is far higher than the original method of wrapping the items in animal skins and transporting them to the tribe one by one.
"when!"
A stone hit the trunk of a tree, bounced, and rolled into the withered grass on the side. A beast whose appearance could not be seen clearly was frightened and slithered into the grass. The grass shook for a while, and then it was gone.
No trace...
"Run fast!"
The second senior brother with the load next to him looked at the waves of grass that slipped away and finally became calm. He said something aloud, took back his left hand holding a stone as if to smash it, and then continued walking with the load.
In his fruit-filled tumbler, in addition to the fruits, there were also several small prey. One of them had a big tail, and it turned out to be a squirrel that liked to bury things in the ground.
The people in the tribe seemed a little excited, because they saw a lot of prey along the way, much more than when they often hunted before.
It seems that the rabbit trap created by Shenzi can be deployed further away from the tribe.
It is foreseeable that it will be another bumper harvest!
It's really strange to say this. When the tribe was short of food and clothing, I don't know where these preys hid. Now that the life in the tribe has improved and there is enough food, these guys have all escaped.
While carrying the fruits and walking back, the senior brother and others talked about their doubts from time to time. They vaguely came to the conclusion that the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer.
Han Cheng saw the small prey that his senior brother and others caught on the way back and forth from picking fruits, and heard their doubts about this abnormal phenomenon, and couldn't help but smile.
In the past two years, the Qingque tribe has concentrated on construction and rarely goes out to hunt. Without such a large group of predators, they will naturally increase in number if they have the opportunity to reproduce.
In particular, the number of several animals that the Qingque tribe often captured has increased faster.
This is fine. When you have time to spare, you can go hunting again and you will definitely gain a lot.
The orchard is not too far from the Qingque Tribe. Now the number of people picking fruits has increased by nearly half. Coupled with the improvements in transportation, a lot of fruits were piled in the cave within a few days.
Han Cheng climbed up the ladder to the high low wall, stood on it and watched the withered leaves in the distance. He looked thin and bright, and the woods were too bright. He felt that he needed to go out.
Instead of going for an autumn outing, I went to the mulberry trees.
As for silkworms, even though the fur became much softer after being treated with silkworms, and his obsession with using silk for pants became much smaller, Han Cheng still did not forget it.
Because this is indeed a treasure.
As a Chinese, now that I have arrived at this time, I naturally want to get the silkworms out if possible.
Bare trees, withered yellow leaves all over the ground, and grass struggling to die... vividly demonstrate the power of the autumn wind.
The desolate and withered scenery makes people feel depressed.
Fu Jiang is much more poetic and picturesque than his owner who is wearing animal skins and holding a tree stick in his hand while walking around and beating randomly. At least he feels the loneliness.
In the past, it used to like to run wildly as soon as it came out of the tribe, but now it is walking in this withered and yellow land, looking very melancholy.
Han Cheng, who was preoccupied with mulberry silkworms, did not notice General Fu's sudden change of attitude and just walked forward carrying the basket and waving the stick.
Even Han Cheng, the person closest to Fu Jiang, did not notice that it was unusual, and those who followed and paid attention to the surrounding movements were even less able to detect its melancholy.
Han Cheng always thought that his attacks were ruthless enough, but now they are nothing compared to Qiu Feng.
At least the pheasants raised in captivity in the tribe could still have some feathers left to cover their shame after being handled by Han Cheng, but the mulberry trees in front of them have been stripped bare by the autumn wind...
Looking up at the bare tree branch, Han Cheng's eyes searched it inch by inch.
After receiving the instructions from the Son of God, the others all raised their heads to look for that thing that they didn't know the specific appearance of.
General Fu also stood under the tree, raising his eyes that were not very good, and raised his head along with his master, looking melancholy at the fragmented sky divided by the bare tree branches.
A gust of wind blew, and the melancholy Fujiang's eyes lit up in an anthropomorphic way, as if he suddenly became energetic.
It tilted its head sideways, standing in the direction of the wind, and its nostrils moved.
After doing this for a while, he started walking towards the other side.
After walking for a while, I looked back and looked up at the dog who was still looking up to the sky with a long sigh. He didn't notice its owner. He stood there for a while, seeming to be hesitating about something, but in the end he went in the direction of the wind, gradually walking away.
Far away, obscured by shrubs and woods, completely missing...
