Han Cheng sat on the long table in the large blue brick house with a charcoal pencil in his hand and a ruler in the other hand, drawing very carefully bit by bit.
This is not the first time that Han Cheng has painted, but it is the most serious time for him.
As the tribe's population increases and the corresponding work increases, compared to the increasingly busy Qingque tribe, Han Cheng, the leader of the Qingque tribe, seems to be less busy than before.
Because after several years, the people in the tribe have learned a lot of things, many of which can be done well by others without him having to do it himself.
For example, in the current spring plowing, what Han Cheng does most is to emphasize the importance of spring plowing to everyone, and then set a goal for everyone, where to cultivate the land. After these general directions are set, he can feel at ease as a shopkeeper.
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This is also the main reason why he can shut himself in the house and paint with peace of mind during this season.
The room was quiet except for the sound of the charcoal pen in Han Cheng's hand scratching on the paper.
In the courtyard, Wu was lying in front of the crack in the door, looking into the house, waiting for the mouse to fall into the trap and rush inside. He was always a little distracted these days. After looking at it for a while, he would turn around and look at the big blue brick house.
Eye.
I got some stones that I was tinkering with. After pounding them for a while, I would stop and take a look at the big blue brick house.
Unfortunately, it's a bit far away, and the doors and windows of the large blue brick house with tiles are closed, so you can't see what's going on inside.
And this time was different from before. After Shenzi went in with paper, pen, ink and paint, he handed over the instructions and wouldn't let anyone in to disturb them.
So they could only look inside from time to time.
This made several people who were used to watching Shenzi create new things quite itchy.
Especially when they think of the magical colors that Shenzi made with those paints in the past few days, Wu, Shitou and the others feel like there is a kitten in their hearts, which has been stirring with its fluffy tail.
In the field, the senior brother and others were working hard to plow the land, and the deer pulled the plow in the field, turning out a piece of moist soil.
Busy labor and yearning and desire for food prevent everyone in the tribe from thinking too much about tribe expansion.
Moreover, since the mention of it that time, the Son of God has not spoken about it again, and perhaps the Son of God has also forgotten about it at this time.
The days are busy and fulfilling day by day, and it seems that nothing has changed. When I suddenly look back, I find that things have changed greatly.
Unknowingly, the grass came out of the ground and the willow trees sprouted buds.
Looking from a distance, there are some tender greens among the withered yellow.
The apricot and peach blossoms have not yet bloomed, so the swallows returning south have not come back.
However, Maodong's bear, who was hiding in the tree hole, emerged from it, dragging his body that had lost weight due to hunger, and walked through the forest, hoping to find enough food to comfort his hungry stomach and throw away the hungry food at the same time.
The fat will be replenished.
During this time, during the day, Han Cheng spent most of his time writing and drawing in the large blue brick house with tiles, focusing on making the blueque tribe's planning map.
A few wisps of warm spring breeze blew by, bringing in some light ink-colored clouds. The entire sky looked as if someone had daubed it with a brush dipped in ink.
The weather here is a bit like the temper of primitive people, even the spring rain falls relatively easily.
Not long after the storm surged, a spring rain began to fall.
In the past, people in the tribe did not like rain very much, because once heavy rain fell, it meant that there was no way to hunt or collect food.
But things are different now. They have gradually become accustomed to farming, and they welcome the seasonal rain.
As the spring rain falls, people who have been busy for a while have a legitimate reason to take a break.
In the blue brick house, Han Cheng opened the window and looked at the rain falling outside, dyeing the last bit of color.
The rain was gurgling outside the window. Looking at the painting on the table that took more than half a month to be completed, Han Cheng felt peaceful in his heart and a smile appeared on his lips.
He did not take the painting out immediately, but sat here quietly watching the rain through the open window, enjoying this quiet and leisurely time.
The rain was pouring outside the window, and occasionally children would run past with their hands on their heads, laughing and joking.
My feet stepped into a shallow puddle, causing a splash of water...
This spring rain did not last long. It stopped not long after lunch, and the warm sun came out from the other side of the sky in the afternoon.
When the senior brother saw this, he asked people to take tools and continue digging the ground outside.
At this time, the door of the large blue brick house opened from the inside, and Han Cheng walked out holding a roll of paper.
"Son of God..."
"Son of God..."
Everyone who saw Han Cheng said hello one after another.
Han Cheng smiled and nodded to everyone, and then said: "Don't rush to the fields now. It's a rainy day. Everyone should have a good rest and let the ground dry. We will continue to dig tomorrow..."
"I just want to see something with you."
After Han Cheng finished speaking, he asked his eldest brother and others to inform the tribesmen to gather at the big brick and tiled house.
Everyone's eyes fell on the roll of paper held in Han Cheng's hand, wondering what was on it.
Han Cheng didn't show off too much. When he saw that the people were almost there, he pulled one end of the scroll open and let Wu hold it with his hands.
Han Cheng took the remaining scroll and slowly walked to the other side.
Everyone in the tribe watched all this with curiosity and inquiry. Some people were still talking in low voices, guessing what the Son of God had done this time and what was on the paper.
Following Han Cheng's movements, the rolled scroll slowly opened, and the contents inside emerged in front of everyone's eyes bit by bit.
As the scroll slowly opened, Wu, who was holding the scroll at the other end, stood up straight.
My eyes widened as I felt like a kitten scratching a stone.
When the scroll was less than half-stretched, the noise in the crowd disappeared.
No one made any request to everyone, but everyone consciously closed their mouths, stopped talking, and all looked at the painting slowly unfolding in front of their eyes seriously.
Amazing, shocked, stunned...this series of things were performed by everyone.
Han Cheng glanced at everyone and didn't say much, but continued to unfold the scroll.
However, I feel very satisfied in my heart. The reaction of everyone now is the greatest affirmation of his busy work in recent times.
In complete silence, Han Cheng unfolded the entire scroll and revealed everything on the scroll to everyone without reservation.
"This...this is our new home?"
After a long time, someone finally asked with a trembling voice...
