Chapter 1262 Why Does the Witch Sigh? (2 in 1)

The heavy snow stopped, and the sun drilled out of the clouds, bursting out with many rays of light.

The bright sun shone on the snow, brightening the surrounding light.

Turning his head and looking around, there are white flowers everywhere, dazzling eyes.

On the hillside behind the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng put Fujiang, who was in a sleeping position, into the dug pit with his own hands.

There are quite a few people standing on the side.

Wu was getting old, and it was snowing again at this time, and the hillside was very slippery, so Han Cheng didn't let him come up.

But apart from Wu, the big brother, Heiwa, Shitou and others all came over.

As the earliest dog in the tribe, Fu Jiang's status is naturally different from that of the other dogs in the tribe.

With the passage of time and the development of the tribe, people will gradually feel that the old people are valuable.

Even the dog who lived with everyone and witnessed the development of the tribe together became unforgettable.

Not only people from the Qingque tribe came here, but also many dogs from the tribe.

As the first dog in the tribe, the rest of the dogs in the tribe are descendants of Fu Jiang.

Although with the subsequent development and the conscious intervention of the people in the tribe, the dogs in the tribe are not as obvious in classification as the wolves outside, but this kind of thing still exists to some extent.

When Fu Jiang started, he was the king of dogs in the tribe.

After getting old, because of the intervention of Han Cheng and other Qingque tribe members, Fu Jiang still has a lot of dominance over the dogs in the tribe.

Animals are also psychic, and often feel sad because of the death of their own kind.

At this time, General Fu died, and many dogs from the tribe came over.

Standing aside and looking at the Fu Jiang in the pit, he whimpered.

Han Cheng stood here and watched quietly for a while, then he shoveled up a piece of soil with a copper shovel without saying a word, and filled it in the pit.

Tietou standing next to him saw Han Cheng burying the general,

He also wanted to help, but Shi Shi, who had quick eyes and quick hands, stretched out his hand and pulled him back.

After such a scene, no one around wanted to reach out to help.

Everyone stood here quietly, watching the son of God shovel by shovel and shovel after shovel to fill the pit amidst the wailing of some dogs.

The soil fell down one after another, and after a while, Fu Jiang was covered by the soil and disappeared.

Han Cheng's movements didn't stop, and he continued to fill in the soil one copper shovel after another.

The pit was filled, and a dirt bag less than one meter high was formed on it.

Han Cheng found some more stones and covered them on the soil bag.

When doing these things, Han Cheng never said a word.

"Let's go, go back, it's so cold."

After finishing these things by hand, Han Cheng stood here watching for a while, and said this to everyone present.

As he spoke, everyone present began to turn around.

After burying the lucky general, Han Cheng walked back with the copper shovel, Han Cheng seemed very calm, and he did not feel the sadness he imagined.

He himself was somewhat surprised by his current state and reaction.

This kind of reaction of Han Cheng fell into the eyes of Shitou, Senior Senior Brother and some elders of the Qingque tribe, which made them somewhat relieved.

As the elders of the tribe, they knew that Shenzi was a nostalgic person, and they also knew how high a status the lucky general who had just died, dug and buried by Shenzi himself had in Shenzi's heart.

Han Cheng returned to the tribe's courtyard, put down the copper shovel in his hand, washed his hands and face with hot water, stayed here for a while, and then returned to the room.

When he walked into the main entrance and walked into the bedroom, Han Cheng couldn't help but look behind the door.

Behind the door is Fu Jiang's kennel, which is still lined with straw and old leather.

Fujiang likes to lie down in the kennel when the weather is cold.

Now, the kennel is empty, without a single dog.

In the past, as soon as he heard his footsteps, he could not wait to run out to greet him, and the dog who jumped and jumped was gone.

The dog who followed me since he was a child, was raised by him, and accompanied me for so many years, really disappeared, completely left me!

It was not until this time that Han Cheng fully realized this cruel fact as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Emotions suddenly lost control at this moment, and tears welled up all at once.

Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty kennel, crying like rain.

Bai Xuemei came back from the outside with her three children, and she was stunned when she saw Han Cheng's state.

In her impression, Brother Cheng had never cried.

Brother Cheng has always been a very godly person and knows a lot, as if everything can't help him.

But now, Brother Cheng is crying!

Crying like a helpless child.

Standing here in a daze for a while, Bai Xuemei, who looked at a loss, walked out of the room with the three children, closed the door, and left this space to Han Cheng alone.

Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty kennel, with grief from his heart, tears streaming down his face.

After a while like this, the mood just slowly calmed down, gradually holding back the tears.

Wiping his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand, looking at the empty kennel, Han Changcheng let out a long breath...

After burying General Fu, Han Cheng always felt empty in the following time.

Sometimes auditory hallucinations, or fantasies, may also occur.

When sitting in the house, I would imagine that Fu Jiang was interacting with Uncle Lu, a stupid deer, outside the house.

Walking out of the house all the way to the deer pen, the imaginary lucky general is not here, only the same old but energetic-looking Uncle Lu, who seems a little shameless to climb on the back of the doe.

When sitting outside, you will feel that Fu Jiang is lying in the kennel in the house.

However, when Han Cheng couldn't help but walk in, what he was facing was still the empty kennel...

When I go to bed at night, sometimes I wake up from my sleep, and I seem to hear Fu Jiang's call vaguely.

Even though Han Cheng knew that Fu Jiang was really dead and would not come back, sometimes he couldn't help but get up in his clothes and open the door to have a look...

The sky, which had been cloudy for a long time, was once again a rare clear sky.

Han Cheng sat on a chair against the wall in front of his house, holding his youngest son in his arms.

In the winter, the precious sunshine fell on him and the child in his arms, making it very warm.

Han Cheng looked up at the hill behind the tribe, which was also covered with a layer of snow.

The place where Fu Jiang was buried was also covered by heavy snow, so he couldn't see where it was.

In the winter of the fifteenth year of Qingque, Han Cheng didn't have a good life, he was not in a good mood, he always felt empty...

Han Cheng's unhappy mood does not mean that the rest of the people will also be unhappy.

The witches of the Red Tiger Tribe were in a particularly wonderful mood.

Compared with the Qingquezhu tribe which is further north, the Pegasus tribe which is further south, winter comes later.

But at this time the weather has also become severe cold, covered with heavy snow, covering the wilderness, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

Because of the shelter of the mountains in the valley, it is far less cold than outside.

There are even a lot of green grass in many places.

A large number of livestock filled this spacious valley. Under the guard of some people, these livestock greedily ate the forage that was extremely precious in this season.

There are more cattle, sheep and horses than last winter!

Pieces of leather are connected together, and then inside the tent built, and in the fire pit dug, there is a flame burning.

What is used as fuel is not common vegetation, but dried cow dung and horse dung.

This stuff is both fertilizer and good fuel.

At least on grasslands that lack such dry wood as trees, it is an exceptionally useful fuel.

The dried cow dung is extraordinarily resistant to burning, so if you put some on fire, you can ignore them for a long time, and you don't have to worry about the flame being extinguished because the fuel is burned out.

It is really good for heating.

In the warm tent, the chief of the Pegasus tribe was sitting by the fire pit, eating a roasted golden leg of lamb in his hand.

Around him, there were still a few people, and these people were all eating the roasted meat one after another.

The mutton roasted with pieces of dried cow dung tasted extraordinarily delicious, at least most of the people present were extremely intoxicated by eating it.

There is a circle of stones around the fire pit, and an irregular pottery basin is placed on top of the stones, and there is more than half of the pot of mare's milk in the pottery pot.

At this time, it has been heated by the fire, and there is some tumbling in the middle. The surface layer is a layer of cream, which is steaming hot, and it looks extraordinarily appetizing.

The atmosphere in the tent was very good, everyone was talking and laughing, very happy.

All the people present are people with status in the Pegasus tribe, and they are basically men.

In the Pegasus tribe, women are in a disadvantaged position, which has a lot to do with their living environment.

The grassland is dominated by grazing, and the environment is harsh. Not only do they have to face fierce beasts, but they often have to guard against conflicts with other tribes.

Under such circumstances, a strong man naturally has an advantage.

But there are exceptions.

For example, there is a woman in the tent of the current Pegasus Tribe, and this woman's status is very high.

In the place where the high-level members of the Pegasus tribe gather, her status is actually far higher than that of many men in the same tent!

Only the chief of the Pegasus tribe can suppress her, and the rest of the Pegasus tribe will be left far behind by her.

This person is none other than the former witch of the Red Tiger Tribe.

“x-on:ESWx-on:￥…”

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was extraordinarily warm. While chewing the extra delicious grilled mutton, everyone was talking cheerfully, recklessly and flamboyantly.

"Oh~"

In such a warm atmosphere, there was such an untimely sigh.

The noseless witch of the Red Tiger Tribe sighed and dropped the leg of lamb that could be held in her hand, showing a lack of interest.

Such a sigh seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

If someone else sighed like this at this time, the chief of the Pegasus tribe would definitely get angry and beat up this spoiler.

But the person who sighed was a witch from the Red Tiger Tribe, so the result was naturally different.

The sigh of the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe attracted the attention of everyone in the tent.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at this smart and kind woman.

People with better observation skills saw the fat leg of lamb that the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe held in her hand, but she didn't eat two bites.

"#￥Ex-on:#...?"

The chief of the Pegasus tribe with a shiny mouth was the first to speak.

He was asking the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, what's the matter, why did they eat such a small amount of food? Is it because the food was not baked well and the food didn't taste right?

"x-on:#x-on:x-on:#￥SE..."

Contrary to the expectations of many people in the tent, after hearing what the chief of the Pegasus Tribe asked, the noseless witch of the Red Tiger Tribe nodded her head and accepted the matter.

Such a thing made everyone present feel astonished.

Because in their understanding, the best meat of sheep is the leg meat.

Especially the leg of lamb roasted with cow dung, that is so tender!

No food can compare!

However, now, there are people who think that the roasted leg of lamb is not tasty...

this……

This really shocked them...

"x-on:￥WW#R##x-on:..."

The witches of the Red Tiger Tribe continued to speak, explaining this matter.

As she spoke, the eyes of these people present became strange.

Looking at the priestess of the Red Tiger Tribe, there was a different kind of brilliance in her eyes.

The reason for this is because the priestess of the Red Tiger Tribe revealed something particularly surprising to them in what she said just now.

Just now the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe told them that there is something extraordinarily magical in the place where her original tribe lives.

Put this stuff on food and it will taste many times better!

Even if it's the worst kind of meat, if you eat some of it after it's roasted, it will taste better than this roasted leg of lamb.

While saying this, the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe showed an obviously intoxicated expression.

"x-on:#￥x-on:x-on:#EE..."

She said this with a particularly intoxicated look.

It means that if she can eat this kind of food again, and bring this kind of food to the people in the tribe, so that everyone in the tribe can taste the taste of this kind of food, how great it would be !

Listening to what the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe said, seeing the intoxicated appearance of the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe, everyone present swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then looked at the roasted mutton with cow dung in their hands. Delicious things, suddenly not so fragrant...

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