Maybe it was because he felt that he was being taught a foreign language that he could not master at all and was also called stupid, which made him feel very unhappy. The little deer made a cry of yoyo.
"Don't call me that."
Shi Shi seemed a little angry and sounded a serious voice.
"Say it with me - Stone"
"Yo yo"
"Stone"
"Yo yo"
Han Cheng was dumbfounded by Stone's magical operation.
This was even more outrageous than what he had done. At first, he was just teaching the general to learn some languages that a dog must master, but now Shitou simply doesn't regard deer as deer.
Rather than teaching the deer to talk and letting them learn to work in the fields, this is what the real strong deer has to do!
Han Cheng suppressed his laughter and left the place with his back bent, without disturbing Shi Shi, who was preparing to spread Mandarin to all ethnic groups.
It is said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all demons and monsters were unable to become spirits, but now we don't know which dynasty or generation it was in. Maybe stones can really teach one or two aliens who speak human words.
Han Cheng thought in amusement.
Han Cheng only found out the true intention of the stone teaching the deer to speak and telling the deer the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl several months later.
By that time he had returned from outside in a canoe.
"Son of God..."
On the afternoon of the third day after Han Cheng came back, Shitou came to find Han Cheng. As soon as he opened his mouth, tears fell.
Han Cheng was shocked when he saw this. What happened to this child while he was out? Why did he become so aggrieved?
"What's wrong? Who bullied you?"
Han Cheng asked.
He was very attracted to this smart and studious guy.
"Little deer..."
Shitou said aggrievedly.
What? Could it be that he ate deer milk directly and was beaten by a deer?
Han Cheng thought this, but heard Shitou continue: "...It can't talk...I've taught it for so long, but it still can't talk..."
Speaking of this matter, Shitou felt even more aggrieved. The man who had never cried before started to shed tears.
Han Cheng couldn't laugh or cry. It turns out that this is what happened. It would be really scary if the little deer was really taught to talk by you.
If this is really the case, then I will find a high cliff and jump off to see if I can find some martial arts secrets such as the sword manual to ward off evil spirits, the Sunflower Manual, and the Nine-Yang Magic Technique.
Han Cheng thought like this and was about to speak to comfort Shi Shi. What Shi Shi said next made Han Cheng's eyes widen in an instant, and he almost spit out a mouthful of hot tea.
"The little deer can't talk, so if you put on its skin, you can't go to heaven..."
I really want to go to heaven and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!
Of course, these are all things for later.
Now, let us retract our sight from the lower reaches of the long river of time, and then look at the land shrouded in spring light.
Uncle Deer was still tempted to move forward by the rapeseed that the dumplings had eaten. General Fu led the furry, meatball-like Five Little Fus out of the tribe and walked in the spring fields.
The five little blessings looked curiously at this new world with their short legs, like a few furry balls rolling on the ground.
Xiaofu, who had a somewhat light coat, stood there with his head tilted to look at a cluster of bright red flowers, which were so cute and cute.
After looking at it for a while, he opened his mouth with deciduous teeth and bit the flower clumsily, but unexpectedly, a bird suddenly jumped out of the grass nearby, flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
Xiaofu was so frightened that he stumbled over, screamed in panic, and staggered towards his mother on his short legs...
Almost a quarter of the field has been raked twice, and the soil has become loose, with few large lumps of dirt.
Han Chenggong stopped raking the ground, then filled a pottery pot with half the millet that had been rolled up, and began to scatter it into the ground.
Working with him on this matter was Bugs Bunny, a person whom Han Cheng intended to train to become an expert in agricultural cultivation.
Bugs Bunny is an old man from the Qingque tribe. The reason why he has such a strange name is partly related to his fondness for eating rabbit meat and wearing clothes made of rabbit skin. Another part is purely Han Cheng's bad taste.
"The smaller the gap between your fingers is, the less you can produce too much grain at once..."
"Spread evenly and see where you haven't spread it, then sprinkle a little more..."
In the moist and loose fields, Han Cheng's voice teaching Bugs Bunny could be heard from time to time.
To seek development in a situation of poverty and poverty, all kinds of talents must be cultivated, and those related to fundamental agricultural cultivation must not be underestimated.
After sowing the seeds, it is enough to lead the deer and a few other deer and pull a rake through the field.
The soil brought up by the rake teeth will cover up the grain that falls on the ground.
Although you can't cover it all, you can still cover most of it.
God was very kind. As soon as the first crop of millet was planted, a spring rain fell as precious as oil.
As if it was specially designed to water these grains carrying hope, the rain stopped and the clouds harvested them the next day.
During this period of time, people from the Green Tribe, Sheep Tribe, and Bone Tribe also came one after another. Basically, they came to get salt. Few people brought anything to exchange for pottery. This was what Han Cheng had expected before.
Yes, I didn't feel anything strange.
The leader of the Green Tribe led the tribe members away from the Qingque Tribe with two jars of salt that they received for free.
Looking at the land without trees or grass, I was filled with doubts.
He didn't know why this wealthy and generous tribe did such a strange thing. Why did they cut down the trees and turn the ground over?
Isn’t it tiring to do this? There’s no point in hunting.
When he thought of hunting, he couldn't help but think of the larger group of deer he had just seen in this wealthy tribe. It was really eye-catching to see.
Deer run fast and are not easily hunted. The last time the green tribe ate deer meat was a long, long time ago.
Sprinkle salt on the roasted venison and it should taste even more delicious.
The leader of the green tribe thought so and licked his lips involuntarily.
Suddenly, a good idea appeared in his mind.
Deer are difficult to catch, but there are many in this tribe. When the fruits mature, the weeds around our tribe will also mature.
When the time comes, I can bring some more weeds and replace them with a deer from this tribe to eat.
After all, this tribe likes weeds so much, and the tribe’s god son is still so generous, or can be said to be stupid...
The leader of the Green Tribe withdrew his gaze from the west of this wealthy tribe and headed towards his own tribe with great joy. He couldn't help but secretly sigh for his own wit.
My tribe has such a smart and capable leader, so I deserve to live a comfortable life.
Because of this thought in his heart, the leader of the Green Tribe felt in a good mood for a long time.
