Chapter 269 The Dog That Jumped Into the River

"Be careful...be careful...be back on time..."

A few white clouds are like sleeping sheep, staying in the air for a long time without bothering to move.

The not-so-cold wind was blowing gently, shaking everyone's untidy hair.

During the lazy and leisurely time, a feeling of parting permeated beside the small river of the Qingque tribe, covering these people wearing animal skins.

There is no breaking willows to see you off, and there is no low and melodious flute sound, and no one writes a parting poem with ink and brush.

But the melancholy of parting really spread here.

Wu said over and over again what he had said many times before, and Huo and Huoer, two people older than Wu, wiped away their often tearful eyes.

Xiaomei and Xiaoli have red eyes.

The lucky general with the five little blessings stood on the bank and turned around in a hurry.

Uncle Lu, who was seduced by Han Cheng with rapeseed and had been raking the ground for a long time, also stretched out his long face at this time.

Only the stone boy didn't know how to feel sad, and looked at Shenzi eagerly, hoping that Shenzi would allow him to board the boat together and go outside to see the world.

"Take care of the tribe and wait for us to come back."

Han Cheng said to the people on the shore.

"We'll definitely be back before the end of the month."

The cables were untied, and the boats, which had lost their shackles, left the river bank one by one. Under the double action of the oars and the current, they sailed downstream away from everyone.

"Woo woo woo..."

General Fu opened his mouth and shouted at Han Cheng who was leaving by boat, very anxious.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted at it.

"thump"

Seeing Han Cheng walking farther and farther, Fu Jiang jumped into the water and chased after Han Cheng.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted at Fu Jiang.

It was only the end of spring at this time, and although the water would not freeze to death, it was still very cold.

How could General Fu listen to Han Cheng's words? Just keep swimming along the water.

This silly dog!

"go back!"

Han Cheng sniffled, and shouted at Fu Jiang Fu Jiang who was swimming towards him with only one head exposed in the water.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

Several puppies barked eagerly and helplessly on the shore, and two of them wanted to go into the water, whining on the side.

Fu Jiang swam in the water for a while, and finally turned his head and swam towards the shore.

Wet, he climbed ashore, shook the water on his body vigorously, whimpered and ran towards the place where the puppies were, and after meeting the puppies, he led them to chase downstream along the river bank. go.

From time to time, the mouth issued a whine of 'woo hoo'.

"Go back! I'll be back soon!"

Han Cheng yelled at the stubborn dog.

Had I known it earlier, I would have tied it up.

General Fu led Wu Xiaofu to chase along the river for a long time, until there was a fork in front of the river blocking the way, and then stopped.

It squatted there, looked at the place where the boat disappeared for a long time, and whined from time to time until the sun was in the west, and then it took Wu Xiaofu towards the direction of the tribe.

Under the sunlight, it actually sets it off very lonely and desolate, like a lone wolf abandoned by the clan...

The Qingque tribe, which was very lively in the past, became deserted after Han Cheng and others left.

Everyone's hearts were also empty, as if they had lost a lot of things.

Even the second senior brother, who is the most edible on weekdays, has become a bit unsatisfactory.

When Han Cheng was still with his elder brother, Wu, who didn't do much other things except lying on the side of the rabbit pen all day watching and pawing rabbits, now seldom goes to see rabbits.

He cast more eyes on the tribe, paying attention to the troubles of the tribe.

Inserting gates, arranging personnel to stand guard and so on, he had to personally arrange for inquiries every day.

Two people like Dinghaishenzhen from the Qingque tribe left, and he had to take care of the rest.

He might not have thought so clearly, but he did.

The silly dog ​​Fu, who used to only run wild before, has also changed his temperament, and he seems much quieter. The most common thing he does is to squat at the gate of the Qingque Tribe with Wu Xiaofu, looking towards the downstream of the small river... …

The river gurgled through the bottom of the boat, and the oars creaked against the sticks.

The elder brother held a paddle with his hands crossed, paddling the water one after the other, the paddle entered the water and came out again, causing ripples and clattering sounds.

When the paddle comes out of the water, a string of crystal water drops will fall down the paddle into the water.

Sometimes he slides with two oars, sometimes with only one oar, so as to control and adjust the direction of the canoe so as not to hit the river bank.

At this time, it is going downstream, and only two oars are needed for one person to row, and the other two oars are put away and placed in the cabin.

The white clouds are long, and the blue color on both sides of the bank is constantly receding. The familiar tribe, familiar people, familiar walls, and the silly dog ​​that chased the boat for a long distance all gradually disappeared, completely overwhelmed by the continuous blue color on both sides. Combines.

The other people on the small boat were a little bit reluctant and apprehensive, after all, this long trip was different from the past.

In the past, when they went hunting, they usually rushed back to the tribe on the same day, but this time it took a long time.

And he was going to a place he had never been to before.

The setting sun sprinkled the afterglow, shining sparkling light on the river surface which was two or three times wider.

Han Cheng calculated the distance, and it was probably no less than fifty miles away from the tribe.

After walking forward for about half an hour, the river merged into a larger river. Looking in the direction from where it came from, it was like a bloody sun spreading in the water, and it was all red.

Han Chengcheng named the river Red River.

Not long after it merged into the big river, Han Chengcheng asked the elder brother and others to row the boat to the south bank of the river, where there was a shallow beach, just right for resting.

Under such circumstances, he was not prepared to do such a thing as flying at night, it was a desperate act.

The splashing of the oars and the conversation among the people startled a few gulls and herons.

There were also some unlucky ones, who were shot through by a feathered arrow with a bone-made arrowhead before they could fly away, and stopped moving after a few strokes.

Junior Brother Sha grinned while holding the wooden bow, and the rest of the crowd also applauded. In the past, they didn't have many ways to catch these flying birds.

Everyone took the boat ashore and trampled down a piece of weeds.

The hand pressure drill used for drilling fire was taken out, and amidst the chirping sound, there was a flash of fire.