Chapter 466: Eight Sufferings in Life

A brilliant meteor shower gave everyone in the Qingque Tribe much more to talk about.

So much so that in the few days after the meteor shower, what everyone talked about the most was the shocking meteor shower and the heroic appearance of Shenzi when the meteor shower came.

This kind of heat lasted for five or six days before it gradually subsided.

Of course, talking is talking, but the work that should be done has not stopped.

Almost one-third of the adults, carrying bone hoes, weed and loosen the soil in the millet fields every day.

Most of these adults are female primitives.

After all, compared with other tasks, hoeing is relatively easy.

The man who hoeed the ground wore a summer hat made of bamboo strips and a towel made of newly woven linen around his neck. From a distance, he looked like a person of later generations bent over and working in the field.

There are also some people who are carrying stone shovels to open up wasteland on the other side of the small river, a certain distance away from the small river. This is a long-term task.

On the opposite side of the small river, there is more land suitable for reclamation than here.

People from the original green tribe are now pushing the stone slabs with their hands, along the paved stone road, all the way from the quarry, past the gate of the Qingque tribe, and then all the way to the east .

On the large area of ​​soil to the west of the tribe, the winding stone road has been laid. Now the stone road on the east will be spread out along the ridges along the stubble laid before, and continue to extend deep into the farmland.

Han Cheng sat in the shade and looked at a place not far away.

There are two trees that were transplanted two years ago, and now they have spread out a green shade.

Bai Xuemei, who was wearing a short jacket and short sleeves, was putting some newly picked mulberry leaves into the dustpan for silkworm rearing.

She was bent over, and the clothes on her body were stretched a little tight. Even though she had already deeply understood the secrets hidden under the clothes, Han Cheng was still a little distracted at this moment.

However, it can only continue to be distracted.

Thinking of the scene where Bai Xuemei made a wish to the meteor shower, Han Cheng, who didn't want to become a father so early, could only hold back...

A rainstorm fell,

The sweltering heat disappeared immediately.

Summer showers come and go quickly.

The air became cooler, but the atmosphere of the Qingque Tribe did not relax a bit.

Even more dreary than the eve of the rainstorm.

It's not that Han Chengxi has become a father, but that someone in the tribe is about to leave, and life will be lost from this tribe.

There are many people gathered in the twelve connected tile-roofed houses.

In the easternmost room, more people gathered.

The heads and faces of the Qingque tribe are all here, Han Cheng, Wu, senior brother, second senior brother, Sha junior brother, Shang, Gu...

They seemed to be standing in this room in silence, looking at the kang built against the earthen wall with worry and some sorrow in their eyes.

Lying on the kang was a thin person, this person was Huo Yi.

There were two women beside her, one holding a bowl with half a bowl of deer milk with honey in it.

The other one was sitting on the kang, holding Huo Yi's head up slightly.

The person carrying the deer milk took half a spoonful of deer milk and brought it to the mouth of the fire.

The deer milk slipped down the corner of Huo Yi's mouth, and he didn't drink any of it.

"Forget it, don't feed her, let her have a good rest..."

Han Cheng opened his mouth dully, and the breastfeeding person put the spoon back into the bowl, and the other one wiped away the flowing deer milk, set the fire carefully, and gently got off the kang.

Huo Yi had been losing weight for a while, and the main reason was that he was getting older.

In this regard, Han Cheng, who is not even a half-doctor, is also helpless.

The only thing he can do is to cook by himself, cook fine food for Huo Yi, and let more people accompany her.

Huo Yi's coma started last night and has continued until now.

Strange to say, after the two primitive women got off the kang, Huo Yi woke up instead.

Looking around the room, he wanted to get up and sit up.

When Han Cheng saw it, he hurried over to help him. At this time, Huo Yi's body was so light that he didn't have much weight.

"God son... witch... leader..."

She greeted weakly, and Han Cheng responded with a few smiles.

Han Cheng pointed at the deer milk that was placed aside, and Wu brought it over without letting others do it.

"Drink some deer milk first to calm down, and then you can go to the ground later."’

Huo nodded, Han Cheng fed her himself, and slowly drank half a bowl of deer milk.

Jiang Huo Yi not only woke up, but also ate half a bowl of deer milk at once. Huo Er, Wu and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In their view, as long as they can eat, it means they are healthy.

Han Cheng also wanted to be as optimistic as them, but he knew in his heart that this was probably a flashback...

As soon as the fire went away, after drinking deer milk, it took about ten minutes to go.

When I went there, I had a smile on my face and walked very peacefully...

The passing of life has caused a deep sorrow to hang over the Qingque tribe.

The tribe seemed particularly heavy, and Han Cheng felt heavy in his heart.

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

There are eight hardships in life, which are always unavoidable.

He squatted at the base of the wall, silently in a daze.

Wu came over, knelt down beside Han Cheng, and said after a while: "Son of God, Huoyi is already living a very good life. She has enjoyed a life that no one in the tribe has ever enjoyed before... the same as the people before. In comparison, she has lived long enough..."

Han Cheng nodded silently, knowing what Wu said was right, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart. This is an old man who has been in the tribe since he came, and he just left...

"Let's go, send the fire for the last journey..."

After a while of silence, Han Cheng got up and said to Wu.

Huoyi put on new clothes and washed his face.

Some people thought it was a waste to put the dead in newly-made sackcloth, but Han Cheng insisted on doing so.

The dead are big, and they are on their last journey, so they should dress decently.

Huoyi was put into a hastily made wooden box, and then carried by someone, all the way to the west of the tribe.

The people in the tribe followed behind to see him off, and the atmosphere was a little silent.

Not far from Guzidi, a pit more than one meter deep has been dug, and the wooden box and the fire in the wooden box were put into the pit.

Under the leadership of Han Cheng, the crowd began to shovel up the soil on the ground with bone shovels, and filled the pit one bone at a time.

The loose soil gradually covered the wooden box, eventually forming an upside-down bowl-shaped bag of soil.

In front of the soil bag, a small stone tablet was erected, with four words engraved on the stone tablet - Tomb of Huoyi.