"Be careful... be careful... come back on time..."
A few white clouds were like sleeping sheep, staying in the sky for a long time without even bothering to move.
The wind that was not cold blew gently, shaking everyone's untidy hair.
In the lazy and leisurely time, a feeling of parting permeated the riverside of the Qingque tribe, shrouding these people wearing animal skins.
There were no willows to say goodbye, no low and melodious flute to play, and no one to write farewell poems with ink.
But the sadness of parting is really spreading here.
Wu repeated the instructions he had given many times before, while Huo Yi Huo and two people older than Wu wiped their eyes that often shed tears.
Xiaomei and Xiaoli’s eyes were red.
The lucky general with the five little blessings stood on the shore and turned around in a hurry.
Uncle Lu, who had been raking the ground frequently by Han Cheng with rapeseed, also stretched out his long face.
Only the stone boy didn't know what it was like to feel sad. He looked at the Son of God longingly, hoping that the Son of God would allow him to board the boat together and go out to see the world.
"Keep an eye on the tribe and wait for us to come back."
Han Cheng spoke out to the people on the shore.
"We will definitely come back before the end of the month."
The cables were untied, and the boats, which had lost their restraints, left the river bank one after another. Under the dual effects of the oars and the current, they sailed away from everyone and headed downstream.
"Woooooooo..."
General Fu opened his mouth and shouted at Han Cheng who was leaving in a boat, very anxious.
"go back!"
Han Cheng shouted towards it.
"thump"
Seeing Han Cheng walking further and further away, General Fu jumped into the water and chased after Han Cheng.
"go back!"
Han Cheng shouted towards General Fu.
It was only late spring at this time, and although the water wouldn't freeze to death, it was still very cold.
How could General Fu be willing to listen to Han Cheng? He just kept swimming forward along the water.
This silly dog!
"go back!"
Han Cheng sniffed and shouted loudly towards Fujiang Fujiang, who was swimming towards him with only one head exposed in the water.
"嘤嘤......"
"嘤嘤......"
Several puppies screamed eagerly and helplessly on the shore. Two of them wanted to go into the water and kept whining at the edge.
Fu Jiang swam in the water for a while, and finally turned around and swam towards the shore.
Wetly climbed onto the shore, shook the water from his body vigorously, whined and ran towards where the puppies were. After meeting up with the puppies, he led them to chase them downstream along the river bank.
go.
From time to time, whining sounds like "woo woo" came out of his mouth.
"Go back! I'll be back soon!"
Han Cheng shouted towards this silly dog that was reluctant to let go.
If I had known earlier, I would have tied it up first.
General Fu led the five little Fus and chased them along the river for quite some time. They did not stop until there was a fork in the river blocking the way.
It squatted there and looked at the place where the boat disappeared for a long time, whining "woo woo" from time to time. It wasn't until the sun turned west that it headed towards the direction of the tribe with the five little blessings.
Under the sunlight, it actually made it look very lonely and lonely, like a lone wolf abandoned by the group...
The Qingque tribe, which used to be very lively in the past, became deserted with the departure of Han Cheng and others.
Everyone felt empty in their hearts, as if they had lost a lot of things.
Even the second senior brother, who is usually the most palatable, has become a bit unsatisfactory.
When Han Cheng and his senior brother were here, the witch, who rarely did much other than lying next to the rabbit circle watching and petting rabbits all day long, rarely visited rabbits now.
He focused more on the tribe and paid attention to the tribe's troubles.
He had to personally arrange and attend to such matters as opening the gate, arranging personnel to stand guard, etc. every day.
The two men who were like Dinghai Shenzhen from the Qingque Tribe were gone, and he had to take up the rest.
He may not have thought so clearly, but he did so.
The silly dog Fu Jiang who used to only run like crazy has also changed his temperament and seems much quieter. The most common thing he does is to squat at the gate of Qingque Tribe with Five Little Fu and look towards the lower reaches of the river...
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The river water gurgled under the boat, and the oars made a squeaking sound as they rubbed against the wooden sticks.
The eldest brother crossed his hands, each holding an oar, and paddled the water one after another. The oars entered the water and came out again, causing ripples and splashing sounds.
When the paddle comes out of the water, a string of crystal water drops will fall into the water along the paddle.
Sometimes he slides both oars together, and sometimes he paddles only one oar to control and adjust the direction of the canoe to avoid hitting the river bank.
At this time, we are traveling with the current, and only two oars are needed for one person to paddle. The other two oars are stowed away and placed in the cabin.
The white clouds are lingering, and the green color on both sides of the bank continues to recede. The familiar tribe, familiar people, familiar walls, and the silly dog that chased the boat for a long distance all gradually disappeared, completely overwhelmed by the continuous green color on both sides.
Fusion.
Others on the boat were a little reluctant and anxious. After all, this trip was different from the past.
In the past, when they went hunting, they would usually rush back to the tribe on the same day, but this time it took a long time.
And the place I went to was a place I had never been to before.
The setting sun casts its afterglow, illuminating the river that was two or three times wider with sparkling waves.
Han Cheng calculated the distance and found that it was probably no less than fifty miles away from the tribe.
After walking forward for about half an hour, the river merged into a larger river. Looking in the direction from where it came, it was like a bloody sun spreading across the water, a patch of red.
Han Chenggong named the river Red River.
Not long after it merged into the river, Han Chenggong asked his senior brother and others to row the boat to the south bank of the river, where there was a shoal where they could rest.
Under such circumstances, he was not prepared to do such things as flying at night. This was a life-threatening act.
The sound of the oars pumping water and the sound of people talking to each other startled a few gulls and herons.
There were also unlucky ones who were shot through the body by a feather arrow with a bone arrowhead before they could fly away. After a few flutters, they stopped moving.
Junior Brother Sha held the wooden bow and grinned, and the others also cheered. In the past, they didn't have many ways to catch these flying birds.
The crowd took the boat ashore and trampled down a patch of weeds.
The hand drill used for drilling fire was taken out, and there was a flash of fire amidst the chirping sound.
