Chapter 466 Eight sufferings in life (what did the leader lose for me 8/10)
A gorgeous meteor shower gave everyone in the Qingque tribe a lot to talk about.
So much so that in the few days after the meteor shower, what everyone talked about the most was the shocking meteor shower and the heroic appearance of the Son of God when the meteor shower came.
This kind of heat lasted for five or six days before gradually fading away.
Of course, the talk is talk, but the work that needs to be done has not stopped.
Almost one-third of the adults, armed with bone hoes, weed and loosen soil in the millet fields every day.
Most of these adults are primitive women.
After all, compared to other jobs, hoeing is relatively easy.
The person hoeing the ground wore a straw hat made of bamboo strips on his head, and a towel made of newly woven linen was hung around his neck. From a distance, he looked very much like the people of later generations who were bent over and working in the fields.
There are also some people carrying stone hoe and clearing wasteland on the other side of the river, a certain distance from the river. This is a long-term task.
On the other side of the river, there is more land suitable for cultivation than here.
The people of the original Green Tribe are now pushing the stone slabs with their hands, along the paved stone road, all the way from the quarry, past the gate of the Qingque Tribe, and then heading east all the way.
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On the large area of soil to the west of the tribe, the winding stone road has been laid. Now the stone road to the east needs to be spread along the stubble that was laid before, along the field ridges, and continue to extend deep into the farmland.
Han Cheng sat in the shade and looked at a place not far away.
There are two trees transplanted there two years ago, and now they have spread a green shade.
Bai Xuemei, wearing a short coat and short sleeves, was putting some newly picked mulberry leaves into the dustpan for raising silkworms.
She was bent over, and the clothes on her body were a little tight. Even though she had already deeply understood the secrets hidden under the clothes, Han Cheng was still a little distracted at this time.
However, all he can do is continue to have his own thoughts.
Thinking of the scene when Bai Xuemei made a wish to the meteor shower, Han Cheng, who didn't want to become a father so early, could only hold back...
A heavy rain fell, and the sweltering heat suddenly disappeared.
Summer showers come and go quickly.
The air has become cooler, but the atmosphere of the Qingque tribe has not relaxed a little.
It was even more depressing than the night before the rainstorm.
It's not that Han Chengxi is going to be a father, it's that someone in the tribe is leaving, and life is about to pass away from this tribe.
There are many people gathered in the twelve tile-roofed houses connected together.
In the easternmost room, more people gathered.
All the prominent figures of the Qingque tribe are here, Han Cheng, Wu, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Junior Brother Sha, Shang, Gu...
They stood in this room in silence, looking at the earthen bed built against the earthen wall with worry and sadness.
There was a thin man lying on the kang. This man was Huo Yi.
There were two women beside them, one holding a bowl with half a bowl of deer milk mixed with honey.
The other one was sitting on the kang, holding Huo Yi's head and raising her head slightly.
The person holding the deer milk took half a spoonful of deer milk and brought it to Huo Yi's mouth.
The deer milk slid down the corner of Huo Yi's mouth without drinking any of it.
"Forget it, stop feeding her, let her have a good rest..."
Han Cheng spoke dullly, and the one who was feeding the milk put the spoon back into the bowl, and the other one wiped away the flowing deer milk, carefully placed the fire, and then gently got off the kang.
Huo Yi has been losing weight for a while, and the main reason is that he is older.
In this regard, Han Cheng, who was not even a half-qualified doctor, was also helpless.
The only thing she can do is to cook herself, make some fine food for Huo Yi, and have more people accompany her.
Huo Yi's coma started last night and continues until now.
It is strange to say that after the two primitive women got off the kang, Huo Yi woke up.
He looked around the room and wanted to get up and sit up.
Han Cheng saw it and hurried over to help him. At this time, Huo Yi was so light that he didn't weigh much.
"Son of God...Witch...Chief..."
She said hello softly, and Han Cheng and others smiled in response.
Han Cheng pointed at the deer milk he had put aside, and Wu personally brought it over without letting anyone else touch it.
"Drink some deer milk first to calm your nerves, and then you can go to the ground."'
Huo nodded, and Han Cheng fed her himself, slowly consuming half a bowl of deer milk.
Jiang Huo Yi not only woke up, but also ate half a bowl of deer milk at once. Huo Er, Wu and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.
In their view, as long as they can eat, it means they are healthy.
Han Cheng also wanted to be so optimistic to them, but he knew in his heart that this was probably a reflection of his past...
As soon as the fire went away, after drinking the deer milk, I went there about ten minutes later.
When I went there, I had a smile on my face and walked peacefully...
The passing of life has caused a deep sadness to hang over the Qingque tribe.
The tribe seemed extremely heavy, and Han Cheng felt heavy in his heart.
Birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-lasting hatred, not being able to seek, not being able to let go.
The eight hardships in life are always unavoidable.
He squatted at the base of the wall, silently in a daze.
Wu came over, knelt down next to Han Cheng, and said after a while: "Son of God, Huo Yi is already living very well. She enjoys a life that no one in the tribe has ever enjoyed before... and the previous people
In comparison, she lived a long enough time..."
Han Cheng nodded silently, knowing that what the witch said was right, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart. This was an old man who had been in the tribe since he came, and he left like this...
"Let's go, let's send Huo Yi on his last journey..."
After a period of silence, Han Cheng stood up and said to Wu.
Huo Yi put on new clothes and his face was washed.
Some people think it is a waste to dress the dead in newly made linen clothes, but Han Cheng insists on doing so.
The deceased was a big man and was on his last journey, so it was appropriate to dress decently.
Huoyi was put into a hastily made wooden box, and then carried by people all the way to the west of the tribe.
The people in the tribe followed behind to see him off, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.
Not far from the millet field, a pit more than one meter deep had been dug, and the wooden box and the fire in the wooden box were put into the pit.
Under the leadership of Han Cheng, everyone began to shovel the soil from the ground with bone shovels, and filled the pit one bone shovel after another.
The loose soil gradually covered the wooden box, eventually forming an upside-down bowl-shaped earth bag.
In front of the earth bag, a small stone tablet was erected. On the stone tablet were engraved four words - Tomb of Huoyi.
