The autumn sunshine spreads down, leaking spots of light through the many emerald green bamboo leaves.
Under the bamboo shadow, next to the granite stone mill, there is a wooden shelf with a wooden box hanging on the shelf.
The wooden box is laid with soft and golden fresh millet stalks, which still carry some of the fragrance of grain that has not dissipated.
There was some linen cloth spread on the millet pole, and lying on the linen cloth was a fat doll dressed in linen clothes and covered with a linen sheet.
This doll is really fat. Even when she is lying there, her face has turned into a pear shape due to the excess fat, making her look plump.
The arm stretched out from under the linen sheet, segment by segment, looked like a white and tender lotus root that had just been dug out of the water and washed clean. There were some chubby little flesh pits at the base of the fat little finger.
At this time, the two fingers of this fat little hand were stuffed into the toothless mouth.
These two fingers are undoubtedly extremely delicious, otherwise the fat little guy would not eat them so sweetly and satisfactorily.
While his mouth was watering, his face covered with baby fat also brought smiles from time to time.
"Dududu..."
A head suddenly stretched out and appeared above the baby, blocking the little bits of autumn sun that leaked down.
Looking at his chubby son, Han Cheng couldn't help but put his fingers on the little guy's armpits, with a smile on his face, making some teasing noises in his mouth, and started the game often played between father and son.
The chubby pea narrowed his eyes, opened his toothless mouth, and showed a smile that was even happier than Han Cheng's.
The little pea, which had just passed its hundredth day, was already able to laugh out loud. Being tickled by Han Cheng, his arms began to wave randomly, and the linen sheet covering his body was pulled aside.
Han Cheng's head was lowered a little too close to the little guy, and within a few seconds, the little guy's drool-covered hands touched his face.
If it were someone else, Han Cheng would definitely wipe his face with disgust after something like this happened, then stay away from this guy, and maybe even kick him in the butt.
But when it was Xiao Wandou, everything was different. Not only did he not pull his face away from his son's clutches, but he even moved closer to his son so that he could hold it comfortably.
After playing this game for a while, Han Cheng reached out and picked up Little Pea from the cradle. He put the diaper on the diaper first, then put his arms around him and held him in his arms.
Thanks to Han Cheng's delicious nourishment, Bai Xuemei's milk was very abundant.
With good food, Little Pea's body will be strong.
A child that is just a hundred days old already weighs more than fifteen pounds, which is rare in primitive times. Even in the Qingque tribe where there is plenty of food, not many can be as fat as Little Pea at one hundred days old.
The little guy weighing more than fifteen pounds looked like a stone egg in his arms.
Xiao Wandou's neck was already hard, and she could hold her head up straight for a while without Han Cheng's hands. However, sometimes she couldn't control herself and bumped her head against Han Cheng's chest, leaving a trail of saliva.
Holding his son in his arms, he was babbling and talking in words that even aliens could not understand. The father and son communicated very happily.
Not far away, after adding mulberry leaves to Qiu Can, Bai Xuemei, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, looked over. Looking at this scene, she felt particularly peaceful and happy.
This kind of happiness will dilute a lot of the boredom caused by Brother Cheng leaving the tribe tomorrow...
As night falls, the busy and lively Qingque tribe falls into silence, with only autumn insects chirping in the night.
This sound, combined with the gradually cooler night, and the cold glow of fireflies in the last few days, made the surroundings even more peaceful.
Uh, no, in addition to the chirping of autumn insects, there were some other sounds faintly heard in the night.
Han Cheng's breathing mixed with Bai Xuemei's kitten-like meowing, playing an original movement.
Before a man goes on a long trip, and after he returns from a long trip, he is usually accompanied by music like this.
It’s a farewell when you leave and a welcome when you return.
In the past, when generals went on expeditions and triumphantly, they would fire cannons to celebrate their march or to celebrate. For example, in the lyrics of the famous "Mu Guiying Takes Command", "The three cannons outside the camp~ were like ~thunder~, in Tianbo Mansion..."
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Han Cheng is not a general now, so he naturally cannot use three cannons to make a strong move. For him, one or two cannons are enough.
If I really came here to shoot three rounds, I'm afraid I wouldn't have to leave tomorrow.
Zhuang Xing's voice was a little too loud, and soon another sound appeared in the quiet night - the cry of a child.
"Damn it! You are just here to fight against me!"
Han Cheng waited for a while and saw that Xiao Wandou not only did not stop crying, but also cried harder. He had no choice but to stop, wiped the sweat from his head, cursed bitterly, let go and shrank into a small child.
The white snow girl of the group...
The next morning, the people of the Qingque tribe got up early. The people from the trading team headed by Shang Mao led the deer out. All the things they had packed in the past two days were put on the deer one by one.
on the body.
The rest of the people have basically gotten up, some are doing things, and some are gathered around the people who are about to go out, chatting a word or two from time to time.
The people gathered in the courtyard, while chatting in lowered voices, often made the same move, which was to look towards the door where the Son of God lived.
"Squeak~"
The closed wooden door opened from the inside, and the slightly depressed Son of God appeared from inside.
Everyone who heard the noise raised their heads and looked towards the door. Even though Han Cheng had made some mental preparations before coming out, he was still a little embarrassed at this scene.
Fortunately, he has developed a good face over the years, and now he forced himself to be calm and faced everyone's gaze and walked steadily step by step.
"What are you doing here? Just do whatever you have to do."
Han Cheng used this to cover up his embarrassment.
After he finished speaking, he went to wash up and eat.
Damn it, you really gave birth to a child to trick your father!
Han Cheng, who avoided everyone's attention, washed his face with cold water and cursed angrily in his heart.
I don't know what was wrong with that little kid last night. At the critical moment, he started crying, and it was very loud and needed to be coaxed for a while.
As a result, things that should not have taken too long to be completed were delayed until the middle of the night, and they were not fully enjoyed, but ended hastily.
That's all. After getting up tired, he still had to face the strange looks of the entire tribe.
It would be fine if he really did something. The key point is that things are different from what everyone imagined, and there is no way to explain it to people.
Not to mention the depression in Han Cheng's heart as this mute suffered a loss.
Fortunately, this was his own son. If it had been someone else, he would have been thrown out of the house by Han Cheng through the window last night.
"Set off!"
After hurriedly washing up and eating, Han Cheng cheered up and left the tribe with his men, heading towards the Tongshe Tribe's Copper Mountain.
After walking a few steps, he looked back at Bai Xuemei, who was standing not far away with Little Pea in her arms. Although she wanted to beat up the little guy for cheating on her father, she was still a little reluctant to leave at this time.
Han Cheng resisted the urge to go back and hug this brat again. He shook his hand at their mother and son and the older Wu not far away, turned around and continued walking into the distance.
Sometimes that's the case, things can't always have both ends.
Even if he wanted to stay with his parents, wife and children, and reunite with them as a family, he could only force his heart to go to a very far away place by turning around step by step due to reality.
Because I have no way to support this family while staying at home...
Han Cheng's current situation is nothing compared to the many people in later generations who left home to work in distant places. He is so reluctant to leave. In later generations, those who traveled thousands of miles or thousands of miles away to work only had a few days during the New Year.
Not to mention how it feels for people who can only stay at home to be reunited with their families.
(The second chapter was delivered a little late. Sorry, the third chapter will start coding soon. It should be out before twelve o'clock. Book friends, go to bed early and read it when you get up tomorrow morning)
