Chapter 605 People are like Qiuhong who have letters, and dreams are like spring gone without a trace (for Art Moswan
Mao is still as hard-working as ever. After several years of business life, he has been left with something similar to occupational diseases.
When winter is about to end and the ice and snow are about to melt, I want to take people out for a walk and make a lot of money in the surrounding tribes.
Especially not long ago, after Han Cheng told Mao and the others about the plan of the publicity team, Mao became even more enthusiastic about this trip.
After all, at this time, under normal circumstances, the food stored by many tribes has been almost consumed.
If the tribes bring some food and other things over at such a time, they will undoubtedly be greatly welcomed by these tribes.
It is an excellent opportunity to show the wealth, strength and kindness of the tribe.
When Han Cheng told Shang and Mao about things before, he didn't mention going out at this time of year.
Obviously, the two of them used their brains to come up with the idea of taking people out for trade at this time of year.
"Wait a moment, the weather is still cold now, and the tribe is not short of furs and other things, so there is no need to work too hard."
After Han Cheng praised Shang and Mao's ideas, he did not agree directly, but said this.
This is indeed true. Han Cheng, who went to Tongshan twice last year, has a deep understanding of the hardship of traveling long distances to do business.
At that time, it was not the season when the snow had not yet melted, so walking on the road was much easier.
Even if the tribe has things like tents, hats, and gloves, the hardship of going out in the cold season is still unavoidable.
The tribe has grown a lot now, and there is no need to fight like that anymore.
Han Cheng's words had no effect. On the contrary, after hearing his words, he felt the warmth in his chest and the two guys beat their chests louder.
He kept telling me that there was "ice cream" and tents and other things were there, so there was no need to worry.
Han Cheng helplessly held his forehead. If he had known earlier, it would be better not to say what he said before.
Seeing both of them expressing their opinions like this, Han Cheng had no choice but to agree after carefully explaining the need to pay more attention to safety.
A day later, on the third day, the Qingque tribe's trading team set out again.
The group headed by Shang Mao, armed with weapons, led the deer carrying the goods, and several dogs, left the tribe and started the first trade in the new year.
The goods carried this time were different from those in the past. In addition to salt and pottery, they also brought a lot of shelled millet.
In this era, food is the most tempting thing and the best thing that can show the wealth. Since Han Cheng intentionally wants the trade team to show the wealth of the tribe, at this time, it is inevitable for the trade team to carry more food.
After watching the trade team disappear into the vast snowfield, Han Cheng led the people back to the tribe...
All kinds of sounds are connected together, and the ears are full of noise, which makes people feel dizzy.
There were people in all directions, carrying large and small bags, speaking different accents, crowding around each other, heading towards the distant exit.
We have tried our best to build a very spacious passage, but as the New Year is approaching, it still seems extremely crowded and narrow.
Han Cheng, who was carrying a heavy backpack, was also a member of this crowded crowd.
At this time, he was not very old, only about sixteen or seventeen years old. His beard, which was just about to turn black, made his face even greener.
In this crowded flow of people, it is impossible to walk fast. You can only move forward slowly with the crowd.
All he could do was to reach out with one hand, pull the corner of the snakeskin bag on the left that was constantly bumping in front of his eyes, and pull it aside with great effort.
Of course, it is impossible to walk slowly. Even if you stop, the people behind you can push you forward at the inherent speed.
After the corner of the snakeskin pocket that blocked his eyes was pulled aside, what appeared in front of Han Cheng was a woman who was dressed very fashionably in this era.
Her hair, which has been dyed yellow, is wavy and draped over her shoulders. She wears a beige furry dress on her upper body and a small leather skirt that covers her hips. She is full of mature charm at first glance.
Han Cheng, who was only seventeen years old, had never had such close contact with the opposite sex, especially such a person of the opposite sex.
Sixteen or seventeen years old is the age when hormones grow rapidly and have nowhere to go. If you receive the slightest stimulation, you will immediately become extremely excited.
Han Cheng, who opened his snakeskin pocket, felt his heart skip a beat and screamed secretly.
His face instantly became hot, and at the same time, he also shrank back hard, trying to distance himself from the opposite sex in front of him.
At the same time, he reached out and prepared to pull back the corner of the snakeskin bag to block his sight from the woman in front of him.
Neither of the two things he wanted to do was accomplished.
Perhaps because he felt Han Cheng pulling to the side just now, the owner of the snakeskin bag turned the snakeskin bag to one side so that Han Cheng could no longer reach it.
And the little distance he had worked hard to distance himself from the woman disappeared in an instant without his control under the crowd of people behind him.
While Han Cheng felt the leather skirt, the person in front also clearly felt Han Cheng.
The wavy long golden hair was tilted to one side, and the woman in front turned her head with some effort.
What appeared in front of him was a face in his thirties that looked very beautiful.
Han Cheng's eyes met hers, and he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at the woman, and his face turned red and hot.
He pushed his body back with all his strength, trying to get some distance away, but in the crowded crowd, his body was not under Han Cheng's control at all.
For a moment, unprecedented embarrassment and shame filled Han Cheng's chest, making him want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
The woman in front turned her head again without saying anything, which gave Han Cheng some comfort. If she had said something at this time, she would really have nothing to say.
Just when he was having mixed feelings, a small hand moved from the front to the back and grabbed Han Cheng...
Han Cheng's whole body froze, and his mind went blank. If he hadn't been squeezed by the people behind him, he would have stood there blankly.
The noisy sounds around him disappeared, and only the rhythm of one beat and one beat remained in his blank mind.
This rhythm didn't last long, and a warm feeling came over...
"Damn..."
In the night, Han Cheng's low curses rang out. This happened many years ago, but now he actually dreamed again, and all the memories were still so clear.
Lying here, he thought about the hand that didn't let go until he reached the exit, and the smile that the woman turned her head to face him. After many years, Han Chengdu has come to the primitive society, and he still can't help it.
