As the sun sets in the west, the heat dissipates and the coolness rises.
The chirping birds returned to the forest, and the deer returned from grazing and screamed.
In the evening, the newly piled graves seemed taller and lonely.
Huo Er sat quietly in front of the grave, looking at the stone tablet and the grave behind the stone tablet with cloudy eyes.
In the tribe, she has the best and closest relationship with Huo Yi.
The two of them are about the same age and have similar things to do. They have long been accustomed to each other's presence.
Now that Huo Yi suddenly left, Huo Er felt empty in his heart, as if a lot of things were missing all of a sudden.
But it's still much better than before.
In the past, when people in the tribe died, they would be burned on fire.
Everything is clean and tidy, not a single thought.
Now the Son of God changed his approach, burying the dead in the soil and erecting a stone with his name on it outside.
This makes people look forward to it more than before.
If it were in the past, even if Huo Yi and Huo Er missed Huo Yi very much, they could only think about it in their hearts. Now that they have this tomb, they can come here and sit here for a while.
Huo Er always feels better in his heart, making Huo Er feel that Huo Yi has not left completely, but has changed his existence in another way...
When it was time to eat, Han Cheng looked around and saw no sign of Huo Er. After thinking about it, he led a few people straight over here.
At this time, the skylight was already dimming, and Huo Er, who was squatting there, looked even smaller and lonely against the backdrop of the graves.
The wind blew by, blowing her sparse gray hair, shaking the leaves, and rustling.
Looking at this scene, Han Cheng's nose felt a little sore...
The days passed by bit by bit, slowly and extremely quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the hot summer is over, and the autumn tiger follows closely, continuing to exude its prestige.
But no matter what, autumn is autumn. Although it is still very hot during the day, the temperature drops at night.
When sleeping, if it is not covered with a thin layer of animal skin, people will feel cool.
Time is a magical thing. It not only brings a series of changes, but also heals the pain in people's hearts.
People have gradually become accustomed to Huo Yi's death, and when they think of it again, they won't be as sad as before. Even Huo Er has passed away less often.
Life is actually like this. You can't be immersed in sorrow all the time. The most important thing to do is to work hard and move forward.
In the autumn, when the tiger was wreaking havoc and slowly receding away, the millet planted by the Qingque tribe in the spring also turned yellow.
The threshing floor outside the gate has been cleaned up, and many sickles, wooden forks, brooms, wheelbarrows and other things have been prepared.
After a hearty meal, the people of the Qingque tribe, who were sharpening their knives, rushed towards a golden field with the joy of harvest.
The sickle moved rapidly, and the millet plants standing with their heads bowed slowly fell to the ground with the sound of "prickle, thorn".
The sweat slid down the bronze skin, and it seemed to turn golden under the reflection of the autumn sunshine and golden millet.
Amidst the squeaking sound of the wheelbarrow, the wooden wheel briskly rolled over the newly built stone road, transporting the heavy harvest to the threshing floor...
Stall, play, turn over, start, raise...
After a series of processes, the clean grains appeared in front of everyone. After being dried, they were sent to the granary.
The remaining millet from last year was cleaned out, dried in the sun, and stored separately. When the time comes, we will eat the old millet first, and then eat the new millet after that.
The Qingque tribe harvested more millet this year than last year.
On the one hand, the people of the Qingque tribe are more familiar with all aspects of growing millet than last year. On the other hand, more millet is planted this year than last year.
In addition to the initial 800 acres, after the rape harvest, the 100 acres of land were also planted with late millet under Han Cheng's order.
When the early millet is ready and brought to the house, the late millet is just ready to be harvested.
Naturally, the yield is not as good as early millet, but it is not much less per acre.
The hundred acres of land planted with late millet will remain fallow this winter.
Han Cheng will select more than 100 acres of land that has not been planted with rapeseed for this year's rapeseed planting.
Different species have different requirements for some nutrients in the land, which is one of the reasons why Han Cheng rotates millet and rape...
Days that seem to be very similar day by day are repeated like this, and they are lived with new ideas.
When the people of the Qingque tribe finished harvesting the hemp and buried it in the retting pit, the leader of the Donkey tribe also took the things exchanged from the Qingque tribe and went to distant places for trading.
Compared to the high-spirited people in the past, the leader of the Donkey Tribe seemed a bit silent at this time.
There was a reason for his silence. As the transaction continued, the furs of the surrounding tribes had been exchanged for 7,788 for precious pottery and salt.
It is already very difficult to easily obtain a large amount of fur from these tribes.
All he could do was to take the people of the tribe, carrying pottery and salt on their backs, and continue to go further afield. Only tribes that had never exchanged with each other could provide a large amount of furs.
The ever-increasing number of trips is a big burden for the people of the Donkey Tribe.
It is precisely because of this that the leader of the Donkey Tribe becomes relatively silent...
Caogen put a few early-ripening fruits into the basket behind his back.
There were some scars on his body, and his already crooked nose became even more crooked.
The one who beat him was the second leader of the Soaring Snake tribe. The reason for the beating was very simple.
Even after waiting here for such a long time, the dark tribe Cao Gen mentioned has never come once.
After Cao Gen put the fruit into his backpack, he stood up straight and looked again in the direction where the black tribe had come. All he saw were trees and weeds.
The black tribe was still missing, just like the herd of deer he had been waiting for.
Now, the grassroots' expectations for that black tribe have exceeded that of those hateful deer.
Because if the deer doesn't come, the most he can do is eat less meat. And if the black tribe doesn't come, I'm afraid he will be beaten again in a few days.
"#￥%!"
The anxious Cao Gen cursed a few times, his voice a little hoarse because of his crooked nose.
However, after the curse, all I can do is continue to wait...
"&*%@#!"
A man from the donkey tribe carrying three clay pots nestled together pointed forward and shouted excitedly.
The somewhat dazed leader of the donkey tribe quickly stared...
(This is the beginning of the fight against Teng Snake. This plot has been conceived for a long time and should be more exciting)
