As the oars paddled, the raft moved slowly on the water.
Xiao Wandou, who was walking on the water on a raft for the first time, shook his head in Han Cheng's arms and kept looking around, with a look of novelty on his face.
But although it was novel, he was not afraid because his father protected him in his arms.
There is a slight lake breeze blowing along the water surface, bringing with it bursts of coolness.
On the more open lake in the distance, there are waterbirds fluttering and flying. Sometimes they suddenly fold their wings and shoot straight down like arrows leaving the string, splashing a splash of water. When they fly again, fish will follow them.
Rise to the sky.
Not far away, there were mallard ducks swimming forward with the raft, expressing their surprise that these monkeys could swim in the water like them.
After swimming like this for a while, some wild ducks discovered some shortcomings of these water monkeys, that is, they can only swim on the surface of the water, but cannot drill into the water.
As a result, one or two wild ducks began to dive into the water continuously, and then came out from other places. Sometimes, some fish tails would be exposed from their mouths.
After giving full play to their special skills and showing off their skills in front of the group of monkeys who entered the water, the two ducks flapped their wings on the water and screamed "Quack, quack, quack" in excitement.
Junior Brother Sha, who was on the same raft as Han Cheng, silently tied a small rope to the tail of an arrow, tied the other end of the rope to the railing on the edge of the raft, and then placed the arrow on the bowstring.
On top of it, after pulling it open, the handle was released, and the feather arrow with the rope sprang out quickly.
The wild duck that was flapping its wings and calling happily screamed, flapped its wings and struggled a few times in the water, and then fell silent.
While the other wild ducks were flying around in panic, the wild duck, which had been pierced by an arrow, was pulled onto the raft by Junior Brother Sha's rope.
Soon it will turn into a roasted duck.
This kind of thing tells everyone in the Qingque tribe that not only is the leader who is the first to hit the rafter rain first and likes to show off his skills, but also the wild ducks that are too close to the sharp archer when showing off their skills can easily turn into roast ducks...
As the raft moved forward, lake water appeared on the raft from the gaps, forming small puddles that did not exceed the highest point of the raft. Occasionally, a startled fish would jump out of the water and fall back into the water with splashes of water.
The raft moved forward slowly in the vast mist, and everyone was excited about the novel experience of rafting on the lake.
The only regrettable thing is why those leaping fish didn't land on the raft.
The raft moved forward all the way, from the east side of the island to the north side, and stopped where it first docked.
When it came to the shore, someone standing at the front of the raft threw down the cable. The people who had stayed on the island before leaving picked up the cable and pulled it tightly, pulling the front of the raft tightly against the shore.
Most of the people in the tribe had never seen such a big beach. When they got off the raft and stepped on the clean beach with their bare feet, they were all very happy.
Looking at the blue sky, the sunshine, the large lake, and the clean, large beach, Han Cheng suddenly felt that in the future, in addition to fishing, digging lotus roots and digging guano on this island, he could also
Build a few pavilions here and put a few deck chairs made of bamboo.
I was barefoot and wearing big underpants made of linen. When I was tired from walking by the water, I lay down on the lounge chair, basking in the warm sunshine, squinting from nap to nap, and when I woke up, I looked at the clouds in the sky.
Shu...
You can't think about this. Just thinking about it makes you feel so beautiful.
I can’t wait to start implementing it now.
But when Han Cheng's eyes fell on the beach farther away, and after he and others left, he climbed back onto the beach and lay on the old turtle lazily basking there, his face suddenly twitched.
Why, after seeing the state of these guys at this time, Han Chengcheng felt that the wonderful life he drooled over just now seemed like he was scolding himself.
Sooner or later, these damn guys will be arrested and stewed for you to drink!
Unknowingly, Han Dashenzi, who had scolded himself, felt very angry when he saw those old turtles who always liked to come to the beach to bask in their backs when they had nothing to do.
The beach is always a playground that children especially like to play.
In particular, Han Cheng used a bowl, filled it with wet sand, patted the porcelain solid with his hands, then tipped it upside down on the beach, gently removed the bowl, and left a patch of wet sand on the spot.
After flipping the bowl upside down, the few children who followed immediately stayed on the beach and didn't want to leave.
Not only them, but also some women who followed were attracted by this novel activity.
Seeing this, Han Cheng thought for a while and asked a few strong men who had been to the lotus pond and seen bird droppings to stay nearby with weapons to protect them. He and other people went to the west of the island with Wu and the others.
On the side and in the middle of the island, you can see the large lotus roots, as well as the guano and struvite stones that are extremely important to the tribe.
For witches and most people in the tribe, food that can be eaten and things that are of great use to the tribe are far more important than having fun...
The gentle breeze from the lake stirred the green lotuses, and among the branches and leaves, Wu smiled like a toothless child.
The rest of the Qingque tribe who saw lotus roots for the first time also laughed heartily, especially after hearing Han Cheng talk about the deliciousness and high yield of lotus roots.
"Plant to the tribe, plant to the tribe..."
The witch was chanting there, and everyone else who heard him nodded.
For the people of the Qingque tribe, they still subconsciously regard the main tribe of Qingque, which they have lived in for a long time, as the real tribe. When they encounter good things, they always subconsciously want to get them to the main tribe.
Only in this way will you feel at ease and feel that such things truly belong to your tribe.
Han Cheng nodded aside. He had plans to transplant the lotus roots to the main tribe. After all, over the years, there have been many potholes around the main tribe. If lotus roots are planted, a lot of them can be dug in the winter.
of lotus root.
Not only in the main tribe, but also in the suitable potholes along the entire Bronze Expressway, Han Chengdu planned to plant lotus roots in them. If there were suitable ones in the Tongshan residential area, he would not let them go.
Anyway, now is different from later generations. In this era, the land is vast and the people are very sparse. There are enough people in the main tribes to be able to work hard. Large tracts of land can belong to their own tribes.
As for the fact that there are so many lotus roots that will not be dug out in time, this is not within the scope of Han Cheng's consideration.
Firstly, the lotus roots growing under the water can be dug for a very long time, which can last from summer to winter. Secondly, even if they cannot be dug out, it is still very good to watch them growing there. When the time comes, you can walk along the Bronze Expressway.
After walking, it is also very nice to enjoy the fragrance of flowers along the way and create a hundred-mile lotus path.
After seeing the large lotus pond here, Han Cheng took Wu and the others on a special trip to see the forest that was covered with a thick layer of bird droppings and had a strong smell.
Then we went to the large number of struvite stones on the east side of the forest leading to the southern end of the island.
After seeing the numerous bird droppings, everyone in the tribe was so happy that they couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.
With so much guano, the tribe's food production will increase a lot.
After the visit, Mr. Wu’s toothless mouth had never been closed, and his whole person was extremely energetic.
Everyone returned to the lotus pond, went down and touched more than a hundred kilograms of lotus roots, washed them in the lake water, and took them back to the beach.
Someone looked for dry firewood and lit several bonfires on a beach.
A few stones were placed around the fire, and the clay pots brought with the ship were placed on top, and a simple stove was ready.
The newly picked lotus root undoubtedly became the star of this meal.
Peel and cut into dices that are four centimeters long and about one centimeter thick. When the fresh fish soup and turtle soup in the jar are about to be stewed, add these lotus root dices.
There is no sliced cold seasoning, because this time we are going camping, and we don’t bring enough seasonings, especially without vinegar, so the lotus root slices will not taste good.
When the bonfire was about to burn out, Han Cheng buried some lotus roots in the fire and burned them with dark red charcoal.
“Delicious! Delicious!”
After the fresh fish and lotus root soup and soft-shell turtle and lotus root soup, which are similar to dark cuisine, came out of the pot, everyone picked up the lotus roots in their respective bowls and put them into their mouths.
The fully cooked lotus root dices taste very noodles, and after one bite, a lot of white strands will come out, which tastes very good.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe who ate lotus root for the first time praised it while eating.
Especially the shaman who has bad teeth eats more because this lotus root is more to his liking.
Han Cheng, who was eating lotus roots, was equally happy because the quality of the lotus roots here was better than he had imagined. It was actually noodle lotus roots.
"Taste this."
After finishing the rice in the bowl, Han Cheng opened up the dim pile of coals, revealing the burnt black lotus roots buried inside.
In addition, he broke off a relatively thin clean branch and pierced one of the lotus roots. It was penetrated without much effort. The touch on his hand told Han Cheng that the lotus roots were cooked.
Immediately, he dug out all the lotus roots buried in the ash pile.
He picked up a piece and gently smashed it on the ground to shake off some of the ash covering the surface. Han Cheng handed it to Wu and motioned to Wu to peel off the outer layer of skin and eat it.
Han Cheng himself also picked up a piece of lotus root that was a little hot and began to peel the roasted lotus root and eat it.
When using a fire to cook sweet potatoes, potatoes, taro, lotus roots, etc., it is best to open the charcoal pile when the fire is about to stop.
Otherwise, if you put it away too early, it is very likely that the burned items will be carbonized, making the whole or most of them inedible.
But don't put it too late, otherwise it won't be cooked properly.
Han Cheng found a few thick green leaves and folded them together, wrapped the lower part of the burning lotus root, held it in his hand, and started peeling it off from one end.
As the outer layer of burned, hard skin was peeled off, some of the heat trapped inside suddenly came out.
After peeling off the upper half of the skin, Han Cheng couldn't wait to take a bite. It tasted very good and was more floury than cooked lotus roots.
Little Wandou watched anxiously, tapping his feet, opening his mouth, and kept calling daddy.
However, Han Cheng still put the lotus root in his hand next to Bai Xuemei and let Bai Xuemei take two bites before giving it to Xiao Wandou.
Typical parents are true love.
The witches and other people on the side also followed Han Cheng's example, picking leaves from big trees, wrapping one end of the roasted lotus root in leaves, peeling it in their hands and eating it, everyone praised it.
Bad mouth, especially for people who don't have good teeth.
When everyone had almost eaten the food, the sun was gradually setting in the west, and from time to time a flock of birds would fly from a distance and land in the island woods.
The island that originally seemed relatively quiet suddenly became lively with the sound of birds chirping.
At this point, it was time to leave the island.
There were quite a lot of people coming to the island, so we went back in two groups as before.
Han Cheng did not leave in the first wave, but sat on the beach by the lake, looking at the lake in the distance, waiting for the second arrival of the raft.
After waiting for a while, the departing raft returned. Han Cheng and the people who stayed on the island boarded the raft together. Under the constant sliding of the oars, they left the island and headed towards the shore.
When the raft came around from the east side of the island, the last glow of the red sun on the horizon disappeared.
The western skyline was covered with sunset glow of different shades, which reflected the calm lake surface into the color of the sky. Looking down, it was hard to tell whether we were on the water or in the air.
There are birds flying in the sky in the west, fluttering their wings. Against the sunset, only the outlines of black shadows can be seen.
"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color."
Standing on the raft, looking at this scene, I couldn't help but blurt out the famous lines from Wang Bo's famous poems that had been sealed in my memory.
By the time Han Cheng and the others landed, the sunset had disappeared a lot, and twilight gradually enveloped them.
Also enveloped was the coolness of the night.
At such a moment, everyone stepped on the weeds and walked towards the Longmen Inn under construction in the dusk.
About halfway through the journey, it became dark.
After walking about less than two miles, the night had completely fallen. In the dark blue night sky, stars were shining, and the half-moon was also shining with its brilliance, taking over from the sun and continuing to illuminate those who returned late.
Looking around, the scenery becomes even more blurry.
Xiao Wandou was held in Han Cheng's arms, followed by several other minors. The younger ones were also carried by other adults and walked. The older ones were with Han Cheng, Wu Baixuemei and the others.
Surrounded by tribal warriors holding vine shields and other weapons, they walked forward.
The dogs that followed were on the outside, walking and alert...
Early the next morning, the Qingque tribe's "tour group", protected by weapons and weapons by more than ten people headed by Junior Brother Sha, left the Longmen Inn under construction and headed towards the Tongshan residential area along the Qingtong Expressway.
The bridge on this section of the road has not yet been built, and donkey carts cannot pass in some places.
But there is no need to worry. You can go around the temporarily built place on the side. Although the road is not smooth enough, driving a short distance is not a problem.
This is just like the bridges on the asphalt roads between counties that are damaged and under construction. When vehicles approaching here, they need to go down to the dirt road to bypass it...
"Oh~!"
On top of the seemingly bare Copper Mountain, someone looked into the distance and couldn't help shouting, feeling particularly happy in his heart.
Bai Xuemei and others were squatting by the green or blue pools on the Copper Mountain. They were full of surprise and couldn't help but touch the gem-like water with their hands...
Below Tongshan, Han Cheng, Wu, Junior Brother Sha, Shang and others began to walk slowly around the Tongshan residential area.
Go see those stoves, go outside and measure the land around the Tongshan residential area with your feet.
Look at the large farmland around you and the crops such as millet and soybeans growing in the farmland.
Along the way, Wu, who came to the Tongshan residential area for the first time, had a smile on his face that never disappeared. He looked cheerful everywhere, as happy as a little pea of several years old...
The sun once again sets in the west, announcing that another day is coming to an end.
Wu climbed up to the stone wall of the Tongshan residential area and looked at the Tongshan residential area shrouded in the sunset and the large farmland growing crops outside, with a child-like smile on his face.
Before he came here, he knew about the Tongshan residential area, that there were furnaces for refining copper and tin ingots here, and that there were farmlands around the Tongshan residential area.
However, these are just what I heard from others and I have not witnessed them with my own eyes.
Now that he has come to the Tongshan residential area in person and has seen all this with his own eyes, seeing this thing that is much better than he imagined, the joy in his heart really overflows.
His eyes searched around, and finally landed on the green bird flag fluttering slightly in the sunset in the courtyard.
This house and everything around it belongs to their tribe!
Before leaving the main tribe and embarking on this trip, Wu knew that his tribe was already very powerful. Now after traveling along the Bronze Expressway, Wu had a more intuitive understanding of the power of his tribe.
In the setting sun, Han Cheng held Xiao Xing'er's arms with both hands and let his little girl walk for a while. He handed the girl over to Bai Xuemei who was standing aside. Han Cheng followed the steps to the top of the wall.
When he came to Wu's side, he didn't speak. Instead, he and Wu quietly looked at the Tongshan residential area under the sunset.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
After a long time, Han Cheng asked the witch with a smile.
"beautiful!"
Wu nodded vigorously and answered affirmatively.
"Our tribe will become even more beautiful in the future! In five or ten years, if you stand here and look at it, the surrounding scenery will be so beautiful that you won't be able to blink."
Han Cheng looked at Wu and said with a smile.
Wu nodded vigorously again, he believed what the Son of God said.
Nearly ten years have passed since he, his senior brother and others brought the Son of God back to the tribe from the wild in the early autumn of Qingque Yuan.
In ten years, my tribe has grown from a small tribe of dozens of people to what it is today that is unimaginable.
It was hard to imagine how far the tribe could develop in another ten years. However, he was very sure of one thing. With the Son of God here, in another ten years, his tribe would undergo amazing changes again.
The tribe will definitely become stronger and better.
You can't think about such things, as long as you think about it, the witch will be filled with longing.
But in this longing, there is still some faint worry.
I worry that as I get older, I won’t live to see this.
"Witch, live well! I still think of you hugging Little Pea's child when the time comes! When the time comes, let's sit in the car and inspect everything that belongs to our tribe."
Han Cheng looked at Wu and said seriously.
Wu's mood seemed very agitated, as if he was coaxing Xiao Wandou's child. Of course he wanted to do such a thing, but he was just afraid...
After all, he is still old. In two years, he should be able to surpass Huo Er, the longest living person in the history of the Qingque tribe. Under such circumstances, how can he not be worried?
"Witch, don't worry. People can live for a long time. Some people can live for more than a hundred years. You are still young!"
Han Cheng smiled and said to Wu.
Some people can indeed live to be over a hundred years old.
Although they account for a small proportion, their existence also shows that people can still live to a very old age.
In the country where Han Cheng lived in later generations, because there was no war, food, clothing, housing, transportation, and medical and health conditions had greatly developed. The proportion of people over a hundred years old was not large, but only those in their seventies, eighties, or nineties.
There are still many.
Han Cheng didn't mean to be joking when he said Wu was young.
Because the tribe had a bad life in the past, many people in the tribe looked much older than the common people in later generations based on their appearance alone.
For example, the wizard who looks very old, according to Han Cheng's estimation, is actually less than sixty years old in later generations.
People of this age, when they are still in their prime in later generations, can't work as well as many young people. How can they become old?
"Really? Can people really live that long?"
Hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu suddenly became excited.
"Of course it's true. As long as you don't lack food and clothing, have good accommodation, don't get hurt by wild beasts, venomous snakes, etc., and don't get sick, you can live for many years. You're not too old at all."
Han Cheng said to Wu with certainty.
After living together for so long, Han Cheng knew what Wu was most worried about.
Han Cheng is also very clear about how much influence a person's psychological hints can have on a person.
So taking advantage of today's opportunity, Han Cheng said these words to Wu.
As for Wu, Han Cheng hoped that he would live a long life and be able to accompany him and the tribe for many more years.
As the sun sets, the sunlight becomes softer. If you don't look at the direction of the sun, you will mistake it for early morning.
Under the sunset, Wu suddenly looked much younger, and his whole person looked very energetic.
Even the somewhat hunched back became much straighter at this time.
Looking at Wu in this state, Han Cheng smiled sincerely...
