The pottery colander was hit on the forehead. After being shaken, the ash contained in it that had not been blown away leaked out and sprinkled Han Cheng's head and face.
There was a dull pain in my head, and one eye was also fascinated.
Being caught off guard by such an attack, Han Cheng subconsciously closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side.
Then my head accidentally got into the Kongming Lantern, and the surroundings suddenly became a little gray.
"What the hell!"
Han Cheng screamed and scratched his head with both hands reflexively, trying to get rid of the thing that attacked him.
After touching this thing on his hand, he felt much less panic. Through the touch, he already knew what it was.
Your uncle's!
Isn't it so accurate?
Han Cheng pulled his head out of the Kongming Lantern that had gone away and returned, cursing angrily in his heart.
At the most critical moment of being cool, you came to me. Isn’t this an intentional attempt to cause trouble?
The angry Han Dashenzi wanted to throw this ignorant thing to the ground and give him a few kicks to relieve his anger.
After seeing the deformed stone with one eye open, he held back forcefully.
"Take it!"
Angrily, he stuffed the Kongming Lantern into Shi Shi's hand, and quickly used the back of his clean right hand to wipe his left eye, which was stung by ashes and stung by the ashes.
The tsunami-like shouts gradually subsided, and the inside and outside of the courtyard returned to calm. It was quieter than when I watched the Kongming Lanterns flying in the sky before, and you could almost hear a pin drop.
The rest of the place was dark. Above the wall, the place where Han Cheng and the others were staying was not dark at all. A pile of fire was lit here for lighting.
The flashlight-like existence was originally intended to allow people to see their movements clearly, but now...
Seeing the Son of God with black ash on his forehead, bending over and constantly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, everyone opened their mouths.
The change in painting style was too sudden, so sudden that even primitive people could not accept it, and their jaws dropped to the ground.
After this state of astonishment lasted for a while, many people who recovered from their shock began to suppress their laughter.
Although they knew that it was not appropriate to have such emotions at this time, for some reason, they couldn't help but want to laugh when they saw the appearance of the Son of God on the wall.
The fear I had towards the Son of God because of the Kongming Lantern ascending to heaven has also disappeared.
The Son of God is still the same one who is smart and has no airs. He has not become a high-ranking being that makes people afraid to come into contact with him.
Everyone who discovered this incident breathed a huge sigh of relief, and the smiles on their faces became even bigger.
Han Cheng wiped his eyes with saliva for a while, finally freeing his eyes from the discomfort.
With his red eyes open, he looked at the people who were holding back laughter. Even though Han Cheng was thick-skinned, he still couldn't bear the embarrassment.
"It's gone, it's gone!"
He seemed a little irritable and waved his hands to let everyone disperse and go back to sleep.
I had prepared a few words, but now I couldn't say a word.
Everyone followed the instructions and returned to the house one after another, with even bigger smiles on their faces.
Han Cheng was extremely depressed. Just looking at the expressions of these guys who were holding back their laughter as if they were constipated, he knew that what happened to him tonight would definitely become a hot topic among them in the coming period.
What's so funny about this?
Isn't it just that he was hit on the head by the Kongming Lantern and put his head back inside? Is it worth being so happy?
A group of primitive people with an outrageous sense of humor.
A certain son of God with a gray face muttered to himself angrily.
When he turned around and saw Shitou, who was holding a Kongming lantern and having fun, Han Cheng was furious.
If it weren't for you, boy, what kind of Kongming Lantern would I have made?
Also, you are so close to me, why didn’t you give me a hand just now? Do you still have the nerve to smile now?
The unlucky Shitou was soon offended by the angry Han Dashenzi, and received two slaps on the back of his head.
The two slaps not only did not make his smile disappear, but made him smile even more from ear to ear.
This guy is hopeless...
After Han Cheng gave such a definition to stone, he angrily walked down the ladder to the wall and headed all the way to the room where he lived.
I don’t want to be with these guys who have no integrity, don’t know what the Son of God thinks, and don’t care about the Son of God’s worries…
The sunlight scattered on the ground, warming the land that had just experienced a cold winter, making everything that had been silent all winter gradually become agitated.
Han Cheng took off his coat and stood in the ditch. He held a bone shovel in his hand and kept shoveling the loose soil outside the ditch.
After shoveling the soil, the small flower bed that he completed independently was completely dug and could finally be built with stones.
There were footsteps outside the courtyard gate. Han Cheng turned his head and saw Shitou trotting back with excitement on his face.
His excitement came from the long worms he carried in his hands.
Ever since Han Cheng used Kongming lanterns made of snake skin to fly into the sky, the snakes near the tribe have been in bad luck.
Everyone became trembling, and as soon as they were seen, they would not even think about running away.
Among them, Shitou, the next sorcerer who does not do his job properly, is the most active and has almost become the snake's natural enemy.
Shitou has made up his mind to make a bigger Kongming Lantern, preferably one that can seat people.
Han Cheng was also very excited. He didn't have Shitou's ambition to go to heaven, but he was simply happy for the delicate snake meat he was about to eat.
Snake skins accumulated one by one, and there were stones in the foundation of the small flower bed, and gradually began to increase.
Eventually it emerges from the ground and continues to rise.
During this period of time, the green willows by the river sprouted buds that were as big as grains of rice and then unfolded.
Various flower buds that had been gestating for a short time began to bloom, exuding bursts of fragrance, seducing the buzzing flower-picking thieves of the Qingque tribe, who used to help them with limited mobility to "push their butts", thus completing the feat of passing on the family line.
The swallows flew back and landed on the rope, chirping like the notes on the staff, discussing how to build a love nest.
Bai Xuemei, who was already a little pregnant, took out the silkworm seeds that she had treasured for a long time and carefully placed them in a dustpan with some young mulberry leaves, letting the warm sunshine wake up these sleeping little lives.
The Qingque tribe's land area is also constantly increasing. The plowed land stretches lazily under the warm sunshine, waiting for the seeds to arrive, thus giving birth to life...
The trading group far away from the tribe was also not idle. They led the deer, dogs, weapons, goods and stones, and continued to move forward, preparing to go to the next tribe.
