Chapter 1301 Uncle Deer Passes Away (2 in 1)

During the season when the rape blossoms were in full bloom, Uncle Lu, an old deer in the Qingque tribe, was carried out of the room by the people of the Qingque tribe on a shelf under Han Cheng's order.

Above the sky, the warm sun shines down, illuminating the world brightly.

Even some not-so-good things, when you look at them at this time, they all look a lot more sunny.

Uncle Lu, who was carried out of the room, supported his big head and kept looking around.

After watching for a while, he cried out again.

While screaming, his mouth was still facing Yanshan.

Han Cheng understood what it was thinking, so he had someone carefully lift it up to the salt mountain, where it was on the edge of the rock where it used to practice its tongue a few days ago.

Uncle Lu's mood seemed much more stable.

It poked its head hard, moved its mouth to the rock, and then began to practice its tongue again.

It's just that the movement, stillness and speed are far worse than before.

"Yo Yo! Yo Yo!"

After a while like this, Uncle Lu yelled again.

The people around didn't know what Uncle Lu was expressing, so they all turned their attention to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng stood here, silent for a while, then turned and walked towards the rape field not too far away.

From there, I got some relatively green rapeseed leaves, and found some fresh and juicy grass, combined the two together, and walked up to Uncle Lu with my hands.

Then these rapeseed leaves and green grass were sent to Uncle Lu's mouth in batches.

Uncle Lu, the whole deer looks more energetic.

It slowly ate the rapeseed and green grass that Han Cheng got, feeling very happy.

After a while like this, Uncle Lu actually ate up all the green grass brought by Han Cheng.

After eating, Uncle Lu has not forgotten the process of molesting Han Cheng.

Even if it was already like this, he still stretched his head vigorously to Han Cheng's side, wanting to do something to Han Cheng.

It's just that its body has been held up by a shelf, and it doesn't have much strength. It usually makes extremely smooth movements, but this time it seems extremely difficult.

In the past, Han Cheng, who was disgusted to death by Uncle Lu's shameless action, didn't say much when he saw this, but walked forward on his own initiative, squatted down, and moved his head to the side make up.

Let Uncle Lu, a shameless fellow, slam twice.

"YoYo!"

"YoYo!"

Uncle Lu seemed extremely happy with Han Cheng's self-conscious performance and that he was able to succeed.

He yelled at Han Chengyou, and even habitually turned his upper lip up, exposing his big yellow teeth.

Seeing this scene in the past, Han Cheng would definitely not be able to resist going up to slap Mr. Lu, but this time he didn't make any movements. Instead, he looked rather depressed...

Uncle Lu still went.

On this sunny spring day, on the edge of the Yanshan Mountain where it likes to practice its tongue, under the witness of many people, and accompanied by Han Cheng, a two-legged beast, he left completely.

This guy who met Han Cheng a long time ago and brought a lot of wealth and labor to the Qingque Tribe left just like that.

When walking, it didn't look too painful, and the whole deer was very stable.

For Uncle Lu's departure, even if Han Cheng was reluctant and didn't want this to happen, he had always been prepared in his heart.

However, I really waited until this day, and this incident happened in front of my eyes, looking at the incomparably wretched deer before, just lying there quietly.

No matter how you call it, how you call it, or what you do to it, it will lie there quietly, and when it doesn't talk to you anymore, Han Cheng still can't help but feel sad from his heart.

This Dashenzi Han, who still pays more attention to his own image, couldn't hold back this time. In front of so many people, he looked at Uncle Lu who was lying motionless on the ground, and burst into tears.

Later, he even cried aloud.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-term hatred, unable to ask for, unable to let go.

These eight bitternesses in life will always exist in the world, in people's hearts, and accompany them.

It is precisely because of these emotions that people can be called human beings.

The world becomes more emotional, not cold.

The burial of Uncle Lu was three days later.

The location is on the hillside not far behind the main tribe of Qingque, adjacent to the burial place of General Fu.

In the past, these two guys were old rivals. Now that both of them have passed away one after another, Han Cheng arranged them together again, so that they can have a companion in the future, so that they won't be alone.

Although Han Cheng is not superstitious, at this time, he still sent his most loyal wishes to the two guys.

I want them to be able to accompany each other after death as they were in life, and to practice their hands when they are free.

The red-eyed Han Cheng took a deep look once again. Accompanied by some rapeseed flowers, green grass and rocks from the Yanshan Mountain, Uncle Lu, who was quietly lying on his side in the big pit, took a deep breath. tone.

Then he took the shovel in his hand, scooped up the soil, and covered it up.

A shovel of soil fell, and Han Cheng, who was no longer crying, had tears in his eyes, and then fell...

"You all go back, I will sit here alone."

After burying Uncle Lu, Han Cheng stood there quietly, staring at the old and new graves in a daze. After looking at them for a while, he turned around and tried to smile, and said to everyone present.

Bai Xuemei, senior brother and others were not at ease with Han Cheng.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded to them: "It's okay."

Some people wanted to say something, but Wu stretched out his hand and pulled them away.

Before leaving, Wu reached out and patted Han Cheng on the shoulder...

Soon, Han Cheng was the only one left on the entire hillside.

He didn't care whether his clothes were dirty or not, he just sat here, between the old and new graves.

"You all have too short a lifespan, how long has it been? Just leave one by one!

Obviously, the life in the tribe is getting better and better day by day, but you can't enjoy this blessing.

It's good for you to leave, once everything is settled, there is still such a long time in the future, but what should I do? "

Under the warm sunshine, Han Cheng was talking to the two grave bags.

Uncle Lu, that arrogant guy, can no longer express his disdain for Han Cheng by making yo-yo calls, snorting his nose, or raising his head as before.

Fujiang, a dog leg, can't act like a baby like before, rubbing his fluffy body against Han Cheng's ankle.

"You two guys, now that you are together again, you should get along well in the future, and don't fight when you are free.

I'm not by your side, no one will fight for you..."

Han Cheng's mood had already stabilized, but he couldn't help but choked up again just as he was talking...

Time passed little by little, the sun in the sky slowly disappeared, and dusk fell soon.

Han Cheng sat quietly between the two graves, and had been silent for a long, long time.

He just sat quietly like this, accompanying these two guys who said they were pets but were actually old friends...

When the twilight completely shrouded, and the sky and the earth were vast, Han Cheng reached out and patted the two grave bags beside him and stood up.

"I'm leaving, you two stay here well, if you don't go back, the people in the family should worry."

Han Cheng muttered to the two guys who could no longer hear him, and then walked down the hill step by step.

Although he still wanted to stay here for a while, at this time, he didn't want to leave at all.

But when he thought of the women and children in the tribe, he stood up and walked towards the tribe without any hesitation.

Perhaps, this is the growth of people!

Along with the labor pains, people gradually become less self-willed, able to restrain their emotions, hold back the sadness, and do some things that should be done...

Before Han Cheng returned to the main tribe, he met Bai Xuemei who came with Xiao Wandou'er and Xiao Xing'er.

Seeing Han Cheng, several people who were obviously heaving a sigh of relief all heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Cheng!"

"dad!"

These people, after seeing Han Cheng, shouted out like this, and quickened their pace to meet them, with concern and joy.

Han Cheng bent down and picked up the youngest little yellow bean, then stretched out his hands to touch the heads of Bai Xuemei and Xiao Xing'er, and said to them with a smile: "I'm back, let's go! Let's go home!"

Seeing this, Bai Xuemei let out a long sigh of relief, and her whole body became more relaxed.

What he was most afraid of seeing was that brother Cheng would become extremely uncomfortable just like Fu Jiang had passed away...

In the spring of the seventeenth year of Qingque, Uncle Lu passed away.

There are now more than 900 deer in the tribe.

Uncle Lu is among them, only a very small part.

However, one of them passed away, but Han Cheng felt that the whole deer pen became empty.

In the past, this person who wandered to the deer pen when he was free, did not go there for half a month after burying Uncle Lu...

In a place far away from the Qingque tribe, the leader of the mountain tribe is leading some people, doing things there.

The leader of the hill tribe at this time has become different from before.

With some people, they continued to flee to the northwest, and the leader of the mountain tribe didn't even know how far he had traveled.

However, after this escape, the number of people following the leader of the hill tribe not only did not decrease, but even increased.

Moreover, around the hill tribe leader, there are not only men, but also some women and children.

These are the trophies of their escape.

At this time, the leader of the hill tribe was doing some strange things with some people.

At this moment, they are collecting some fruits.

In terms of fruit, it is not too accurate.

Because the fruit in people's general impression refers to the fruit that bears on the tree.

However, at this time, the fruits collected by the leader of the mountain tribe and others did not grow on the tree, but on the ground, like grass,

In the eyes of the hill tribe leader, this kind of thing is indeed a kind of grass.

And what they collected were the seeds of this grass.

It's just that this kind of grass is different from ordinary grass. The seeds produced by this kind of grass are larger than ordinary grass, and the seeds produced are larger and more convenient to collect.

At this moment in time, the large-scale collection of the fruits of this weed was not initiated by the leaders of the hill tribes and others.

It is the tribe that originally existed here, and a large part of its food source is these collected grass seeds.

This tribe is the leader of the hill tribe, and led people to attack it.

More than half of the men in the tribe were killed by the leader of the hill tribe and others, and the rest were ruled by the leader of the hill tribe and others.

In addition, the leader of the mountain tribe has been trained a lot in the process of managing the mountain tribe alliance. He knows how to do certain things at certain times in order to achieve better results.

After doing these cruel things, the leader of the hill tribe did not do any other drastic things to the remaining people.

On the contrary, in the subsequent getting along, he appeared to be more kind and compassionate, and through these means, he slowly won the hearts of these people.

Up to now, these people have accepted the fact that their tribe has changed their leaders, and began to live a good life under the rule of the leader of the mountain tribe and others.

Because it is too far away from the place where the leader of the upper tribe originally lived, the way of life is different.

In the past, the main way of life of the hill tribe alliance people who came from the grassland was grazing, and then eating the things produced by these livestock.

But the tribe they live in now relies on hunting and gathering these things for a living.

It is not too accurate to talk about collection, because these people have obviously mastered the technology of planting.

The most planted by them is the fruit that the leader of the hill tribe and others are currently collecting.

It is not easy to collect these fruits, because in the summer, when all things are working hard to grow, these fruits that turn yellow and mature as a whole have many sharp, long, and sharp thorns.

It is very difficult to collect by hand.

The leader of the hill tribe has eaten these fruits, and he also knows that this is an important means of obtaining food here, so he didn't think it was too troublesome, but followed these things patiently, and he was used to it Those who do these things, learn to gather these fruits.

After drying and beating these methods, these golden grass seeds with prickly shells are collected.

To be honest, the leader of the hill tribe doesn't really like to eat this kind of fruit.

Because there is generally only one way to eat this kind of fruit, and this way of eating is to boil it with pottery cooking utensils made by people in this tribe.

Eat after cooking.

It is very tiring to eat.

However, it can't help that this kind of fruit is very easy to harvest, and a lot can be collected in a short period of time.

And it is very storage-stable.

If it is stored properly, it will not go bad after a year or two.

In view of the fact that these fruits are large in quantity, durable to store and bear hunger, the leaders of the hill tribes also follow the Romans very much, doing these things with these people to collect and store these fruits.

Of course, the leader of the hill tribe did not let go of the old profession of herding.

When the fruit is being collected here, the livestock are also grazing, and there are two harvests at the same time...