Chapter 461 Han Cheng and Chun Chung who don't want to be fathers
"Little... why can't the little tadpole find its mother?"
Bai Xuemei asked with sobs.
Of course this means they have a cruel father.
Han Cheng was thinking in his heart, but didn't say it out loud.
"You are still young. You will know when you grow up. The tadpole will be able to find its mother..."
Han Cheng comforted softly.
"Bai...Bai Xuemei is not young anymore..."
The child bride sobbed in reply.
Han Cheng stretched out his hand and touched it, and found that it was indeed too small to hold it with one hand.
But the key is that I'm not old enough.
"Xiao... Xiaomei, Xiao... Xiaoli's belly... is already big..."
Bai Xuemei looked at Han Cheng with some resentment and said.
This is none of my business!
Han Cheng was shocked and sniffed.
Xiaomei Xiaoli, a pair of overly strong sisters, became Chen's spouse together.
Chen's sister Xing became the spouse of another person in the tribe who had just grown up.
Even though Chen didn't look very strong, he was extraordinarily hardworking in sowing the seeds. Not long after Xiaomei Xiaoli became his spouse, their bellies began to grow gradually.
What Bai Xuemei just meant was that Xiaomei and Xiaoli were about the same age as her, and their bellies were already getting bigger. They would give birth to children in a few days, but she didn't make any movement.
Fortunately, Han Cheng knew Bai Xuemei very well, otherwise, it would be really easy for people to misunderstand her.
Wanting to be a mother is probably the nature of all species, and Bai Xuemei's reaction at this time is also very normal.
Han Cheng held her in his arms and explained and coaxed her for a long time before he finally made the child bride understand that the reason why her belly was not getting bigger was not because of her, but because Han Cheng had done it intentionally.
After making the promise to have another child in two years, Bai Xuemei, who wanted to be a mother, finally broke down in tears and smiled, hugging Han Cheng's arm tightly...
She was happy, but Han Cheng was a little melancholy.
He was really not ready to be a father.
After thinking about it quite melancholy and with some nervousness and apprehension for a while, Han Cheng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Let’s live like this for now, there are still two years left anyway, we’ll talk about it when the time comes...
After a spring rain like a cow's hair fell, there were not many flowers left on the fruit trees planted on the eastern edge of the Qingque tribe.
The petals withered on the ground with rain and some soil, showing their last beauty with some desolation in the early morning sunshine.
There is no woman named Daiyu here, holding a flower hoe here and sobbing and crying, burying them, muttering in her mouth: "When the flowers fade, the sky is filled with flowers, and when the red fades and the fragrance disappears, there is no mercy?..."
So after today, with their color faded, they can only become members of the dust.
Sad for spring and sad for autumn, the people of the Qingque tribe do not have such a habit. At this time, they are happily leading the deer, carrying rakes, columbians, millets and other things, towards the land that has been plowed over.
This year’s spring planting starts today.
This timely spring rain brought them infinite hope, and they were sincerely happy for it.
The man led the deer in front, and the thin rake teeth scratched the ground. The land that had just been plowed this year became even looser.
The moist soil was scratched, and the air was filled with the smell of soil mixed with the surrounding vegetation. The smell made people feel comfortable all over.
Han Cheng rolled up his trousers and got off the ground, holding his hands on the handle of the stairs. In the bucket was mostly a bucket of millet specially selected as seeds.
"ha!"
He shouted, shook the "throwing rope" in his hand, and Uncle Deer opened his hooves and walked forward.
The columbine legs with some bone fragments tied to them slipped into the soil and moved forward.
The tiny grains of millet slipped from the 'cang eye' and fell into the soft bed carefully made for them by the Qingque tribe...
Han Cheng's height has already caught up with the adults in the tribe, so he can naturally do the work of "helping the columbians". He will start the first columbine farming in the spring this year.
In later generations, he had only seen the use of a wooden three-legged columbine for sowing seeds, but had never operated it.
But it all depends on people. No one knows it by birth. Just because you didn’t know it before doesn’t mean you don’t know it now. Just learn more.
When the spring planting begins, just like the autumn harvest, the manpower in the tribe will be tilted in this direction.
The pig pens being built in the tribe and the mining of stones in the quarry all stopped.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe is busy with spring planting.
Of course, raking the ground and sowing are basically done by the old hands of the Qingque tribe.
Most of the new members of the original green tribe were carrying hoe or bone shovel and doing miscellaneous things around.
Gu carried the bone shovel, dug up the unturned soil at the edge of the field, and pounded it into pieces with the bone shovel.
Then he leaned on the handle of the bone shovel and looked at this busy land with enlightenment and some shock.
No wonder the weeds around my original tribe were growing less and less, but the number of tribes that originally had no millet growing was increasing.
It turns out that’s why!
Of course, even if he realizes it, it is of no use, because he has completely joined the tribe.
It turns out that everything in the tribe has gone far away from him.
In the new tribe, everything is so comfortable.
Don't say that no one is willing to follow him to leave at this time. Even if the Son of God and the witches drive him away, Gu will not leave!
The spring planting, which seemed busy and full of vitality, came to an end after five or six days.
Seeds have been sown on half of the 800 acres of land that the Qingque tribe plans to plant millet on.
Some of the ones planted the first day have already sprouted.
Including the wasteland cleared this spring, the Qingque tribe now has more than 950 acres of land.
One hundred acres of it are planted with rapeseed, and the other fifty acres will be planted with hemp later.
As for why we stop planting halfway, this is also easy to explain.
On the one hand, it was because the soil moisture was not very good, and on the other hand, Han Cheng planned to plant the millet in batches at a staggered time.
In this way, when the time comes for the millet to mature, there should be a sequence. Otherwise, when the time comes, the millet on the seven or eight hundred acres of land will mature at the same time. Even if the Qingque tribe now has many more people, it will not be easy to take care of them...
While the Qingque Tribe was planting, the Fire Tribe's first planting by the river was also beginning.
Compared to the Qingque Tribe's meticulous cultivation, the Fire Tribe's planting is much rougher.
A fire was set up near the river to burn away the dead grass. Then someone used the hoe and bone shovel brought back from the Qingque tribe, as well as some of the bone shovels they imitated, to dig up the soil here and cover it with grass ash.
After a little beating, I threw the hemp seeds obtained from the wild hemp in the autumn, and then swept them randomly with my feet, that's it...
