Chapter 1260 The Sick General (2 in 1)

There are many things that need to be done for a tribe to integrate into another tribe.

The same is true when the Yu tribe joins the Qingque tribe.

But things are still proceeding in an orderly manner.

After all, the senior executives in the Qingque tribe have experienced too many such things, and they are very familiar with handling them.

Coupled with the connection between the Yu tribe and the Qingque tribe, the people of the Yu tribe also really wanted to merge with this tribe that used to be a tribe, so things went smoothly.

"Rabbit, rabbit."

"Rabbit. Rabbit."

Next to the rabbit pen of the Qingque Tribe, Wu threw green grass into the rabbit pen, pointing at the rabbits and chanting loudly.

The Wu of the Yu tribe next to him, now renamed Han Youyu, immediately began to read along with his unclear pronunciation.

Mandarin is the only official language of the Qingque Tribe. Anyone from the Qingque Tribe must learn to speak Mandarin. At this time, Han Cheng made a rigid requirement.

Even an existence like the Yu Tribe is no exception.

After all, the members of the Qingque tribe are all speaking Mandarin, how can you branches of the tribe not speak it?

Of course, Mandarin is still habitually called the language of God among the Qingque tribe.

Just like the square characters in the tribe are called the characters of God by the people in the tribe.

Han Youyu studied very seriously.

Not only do I follow Wu around when I am free, and learn the language of the tribe from Wu, but I also like to go to the unique classrooms of the Qingque tribe to "catch lessons" and learn from the little dolls in the tribe.

Of course, the class he took classes in was the preschool class in the tribe, which was specially used to enlighten the children in the tribe.

Han Youyu, with gray and thinning hair, was sitting here and taking lessons. At the beginning, the teacher who taught the knowledge couldn't help being nervous, but after going through this kind of thing a few times, he got used to it.

And secretly admired this old and studious old man.

Because this old man who didn't know the language of their tribal gods before,

He learns very fast, and is the one with the fastest learning progress in this preschool class.

And just like a real student, she will meticulously complete the homework assigned by her every time.

The children in the preschool class were more afraid of this old man at first.

But the more you get in touch with it, the less afraid you will be.

On the contrary, every time during recess, many children would gather around Han Youyu and play with him.

Han Youyu really liked children, so he played and played games with these preschool children.

Before I knew it, I became the king of the kids in this preschool class, more authoritative than the monitor in the class...

At this time, the galleon of the Qingque Tribe also set off again, sailing towards the downstream to deliver supplies to those who were building the Hukou sub-tribe downstream.

These supplies include large animals such as donkeys and cows.

Of course, it is not for the people there to eat, but for them to raise them to reduce the burden on the labor there.

Han Cheng will never forget these people who are away from the main tribe and working hard for the tribe outside. He will not let the people in the tribe lose their food and clothing after bleeding and sweating.

After more than half a month, the Qingque returned, and at the same time brought back some information about the Hukou sub-tribe that was under construction.

For example, in a row of twelve houses, one has been built and the other is under construction.

However, the speed of building the second building was much slower, because a lot of manpower was drawn out to open up wasteland.

Those who are under construction in Hukou said that it is too good to live in houses for the time being, and it is fine to have houses that cannot be blown by the wind or rain.

The most urgent task at the moment is to open up the land first, and wait for the next spring to plant crops.

In this way, self-sufficiency can be achieved as quickly as possible, and no longer ask the main tribe for food.

As people with hands and feet, they are not only unable to deliver food to the main tribe, but also ask for food from the main tribe, which makes them feel extra ashamed.

As for the construction of the Hukou sub-tribe, they plan to find time to do it during the slack season.

Strive to ensure that food production and the construction of the Hukou Tribe are not delayed.

For the tribal people sent to Hukou for construction, Han Cheng was very satisfied with thinking this way and doing so.

After all, it was better than what he had imagined.

Winter is coming. After a night of cold wind howling, there will be snowflakes falling from the sky in the morning.

Although only sporadic, but also exciting enough.

However, among these excited people, everyone in the Yu tribe who joined the Qingque tribe for not too long was not included.

After the weather suddenly turned cold, the following days became extremely difficult. Every winter would leave a particularly deep impression on them and be extremely tormented.

Under such circumstances, how can they be happy?

And I don't understand how the people of the Qingque tribe can be so happy at this sad time.

But when they gradually shifted their eyes to the thick winter clothes they were wearing, and recalled the warm room and the hot kang, they immediately became relieved.

In today's situation, it is indeed possible to throw away all the worries about the cold and simply feel the joy of the first snow falling.

After realizing that now that he and others have joined the Qingque tribe, and their living conditions have undergone tremendous changes, these people in the Yuanyu tribe also quickly felt this joy.

Everyone was happy. Han Cheng, who has always liked snow, did not feel any happiness from it this time. On the contrary, he seemed a little worried.

Of course, this was not because Han Cheng didn't have any good measures to keep warm, but because there was a problem with General Fu.

Since the day before yesterday, Fu Jiang hasn't eaten much, and always likes to lie there, looking sickly and lifeless.

Han-sung tries to make it spirited, but his efforts fail.

Even in the past, what Fujiang liked to do most, together with Han Cheng and Uncle Lu to bully the little deer and steal the deer's milk, has become less interested.

It can't be said that there is a lack of interest, but it should be said that I want to do it, but I don't have the energy and strength to do it.

In the past, although Fu Jiang would be a little depressed at times, he will not appear in this state now.

Facing the lucky general in this state, Han Cheng always has a hidden worry lingering in his heart.

After all, Fu Jiang was already very old among wolves.

It didn't take too long for Han Chengcai to come to this era and he came to Han Cheng's side. After more than ten years, Han Cheng has already regarded this loyal guy as a part of the tribe members.

And it's a very important part.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

Squatting behind the door of the house where he lived, Han Cheng poured some fragrant meat porridge into a large bowl with a gap.

"Come on, General Fu, hurry up and eat this food. It took me a long time to cook this food. That stupid deer doesn't even have it. You are the only one. Get up and taste it."

After Han Cheng poured the meat porridge in the bowl, he greeted General Fu who was lying behind the door.

Behind the door, Han Cheng built a small nest there with his own hands. This small nest is the residence of Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang is a dog who pays attention to hygiene. He knows to go to the toilet to solve it when he poops and pees.

Bai Xuemei or Han Cheng would give it a bath when it was fine, so even if its kennel was moved behind the door, there would be no bad smell in the room.

General Fu, who was lying in the kennel, raised his head when he heard Han Cheng's words, and groaned at Han Cheng.

Then he stood up hard and walked out.

This very common action in the past, for the current Fu Jiang, is already a lot of effort.

Standing in front of Han Cheng, its body was shaking uncontrollably.

Han Cheng looked very distressed, and quickly picked up the dog bowl containing food and put it under Fu Jiang's mouth.

"Eat, eat more food to get better, and then continue to bully that stupid deer."

While stroking Fu Jiang's dog's head, Han Cheng said aloud, as if coaxing a sick child to drink medicine.

Fu Jiang obediently lowered his head when he heard the words, and went to eat the meat porridge in the bowl.

Han Cheng couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw this.

But good times don't last forever.

Fu Jiang just took two small bites and stopped eating.

No matter what Han Cheng said, no matter how much he persuaded him, he just ate it.

After arriving, Fu Jiang looked at Han Cheng and groaned twice.

Han Cheng could actually see the meaning of pleading from it.

After looking at Fujiang for a while, Han Cheng finally let out a long sigh.

"Don't eat if you don't want to eat, go back and rest quickly..."

In the past, let alone porridge with minced meat, even if it was plain porridge, such a big bowl of blessing would be finished in a short time.

but now.

I don't know if he understood Han Cheng's words, or because he was too tired, Fu Jiang quickly lay down on the ground to rest.

It's just that it didn't return to its kennel, but lay on the ground outside the kennel.

Fu Jiang, who was lying on the ground, was not shaking as much as before.

Han Cheng was afraid that Fu Jiang would be lying on the ground and be frozen by the ground, so he picked him up with his hands and prepared to put him back in the nest.

General Fu didn't struggle, and let Han Cheng hold him and put him in the kennel.

After putting Fu Jiang back into the kennel, Han Cheng squatted here and reached out to touch Fu Jiang's dog's head, then picked up the bowl he brought over and walked outside.

Looking up at the gray sky, scattered snowflakes fell on his face, which was icy cold.

Han Cheng's heart is as gloomy as the sky in this winter.

He was really worried that this dog Fu Jiang would leave completely because of this.

He is a nostalgic person, especially when he is facing Fu Jiang, the guy who has been by his side not too long after he came to this world.

Han Cheng, who likes snow the most, looks at this year's first snow at this time, and doesn't feel half happy...

After coming to the kitchen and standing in front of the stove with burning coals for a while, Han Cheng walked out from here again, and came back from outside after a short while, holding some herbs in his hand.

Add some water to the pot, throw the herbs in his hand into it, cover the lid, and Han Cheng sat in front of the stove and started a fire.

Han Cheng didn't know what disease Fu Jiang had, but he couldn't bear to watch it go on like this.

Regardless of whether these methods are useful or not, he will try it.

When Han Cheng boiled the medicine and walked out of the kitchen with a steaming and bitter medicine bowl, the scattered snowflakes outside had grown bigger and fell down one after another.

The fluffy snowflakes fell into the soup bowl, and instantly fused with the soup.

Han Cheng pushed the door in with the medicine bowl in hand, and the snowflakes on his body melted quickly.

General Fu maintained the posture that Han Cheng carried it in before, and when he heard Han Cheng coming in, he raised his head and yelled twice at Han Cheng, looking weak.

Then he lowered his head again and put it on the ground.

At the beginning, the dog who couldn't see Han Cheng for a while, would be so alive that he couldn't stop when he saw him again, is now very old...

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, reached out and gently stroked Fu Jiang's head.

After waiting like this for a while, he reached out to touch the soup in the medicine bowl, and after finding that the temperature was suitable, Han Chengcheng began to feed Fu Jiang the medicine.

Fu Jiang, who didn't even want to eat meat porridge, naturally wouldn't drink such a bitter soup.

After repeated persuasion to no avail, Han Chengcheng began to pour drugs.

He found a bamboo tube, put it into Fu Jiang's mouth, and then poured the medicinal soup in the bowl into Fu Jiang's mouth along the bamboo tube.

The pouring of the medicine was not so smooth, and Bai Xuemei came to help to pour the medicine soup down.

Fu Jiang, who had been given the medicinal soup, sneezed several times in a row and shook his head a few times before slowly regaining his composure.

But it still looks uncomfortable.

Han Cheng carried Fu Jiang back into the kennel, squatted here and stroked Fu Jiang's dog's head for comfort.

Fu Jiang, who was forcibly drugged by someone just now, didn't have a long memory, and rubbed the back of Han Cheng's hand with his dry nose.

This action made Han Cheng very pleased.

After guarding here for a while, Han Cheng left.

Fu Jiang also fell asleep in the kennel at this time...

I don’t know if it’s because of Han Cheng’s emergency medical treatment. At night, Fu Jiang’s condition seemed to be much better. When Han Cheng fed him food again, he ate it. There is a small half bowl.

Compared with Fujiang's state these days, this is already a remarkable improvement.

A smile appeared on Han Cheng's face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu, senior brother, Tietou, Heiwa, Shitou and others who came to see Fujiang all had the same smiles on their faces.

As the earliest group of people in the tribe, they have deep feelings for the earliest dog in the tribe who grew up with them and witnessed the development of the tribe together, and they are reluctant to let this old man leave like this...

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