Chapter 467 The Great War That Begins

As the sun sets, the heat dissipates and the coolness rises.

The chirping birds return to the forest, and the deer come back from grazing.

In the evening, the newly piled graves look even taller and lonely.

Huo Er sat quietly in front of the grave, looking at the stone tablet and the grave behind the stone tablet with cloudy eyes.

In the tribe, she has the best and closest relationship with Huo Yi.

The two are about the same age, and they handle similar things, and they have long been used to each other's existence.

Now that Huo Yi suddenly left, Huo Er's heart felt empty, as if a lot of things were missing all of a sudden.

But compared with the past, it is still much better.

In the past, when people in the tribe died, they would be set on fire and burned.

Clean and tidy, without any thoughts.

Now the Son of God changed the method, buried the dead in the soil, and erected a stone with his name on it.

This makes people look forward to more than before.

In the past, even if Huo Yi was missing Huo Er terribly, Huo Er could only think about it in his heart. Now that he has this grave, he can come here and sit for a while.

I always feel better in my heart, making Huo Er feel that Huo Yi has not completely left, but exists in a different way...

When it was time to eat, Han Cheng looked left and right to see if he saw Huo Er. After thinking about it, he led a few people towards this side.

At this time, the sky was already dim, and Huo Er, who was squatting there, looked even thinner and lonely against the background of the graves.

The wind blew past, blowing her thinning gray hair, shaking the leaves, and rustling.

Looking at this scene, Han Cheng's nose felt a little sore...

The days went by bit by bit, slowly and swiftly.

In a blink of an eye, the hot summer has passed, and Qiuhu followed closely, continuing to exude its prestige.

But in any case, autumn is autumn. Although it is still hot during the day, the temperature drops at night.

When sleeping, if you don't cover it with a thin layer of animal skin, it will make people feel cool.

Time is a magical thing that not only brings about a series of changes, but also heals the pain in people's hearts.

People have gradually gotten used to the death of Huo Yi, and when they think about it again, they will not be as sad as before. Even Huo Er, the number of times in the past is also less.

In fact, life is like this, not to be immersed in grief and grief, and to move forward is the most important thing to do.

The autumn tiger wreaked havoc, and when it slowly went away, the millet planted by the Qingque tribe in spring also turned yellow.

The threshing ground outside the gate has been cleaned up, and many sickles, wooden forks, brooms, wheelbarrows and other things are all ready.

After a sumptuous meal, the people of the Qingque tribe, who were sharpening their knives, rushed to a golden field with the joy of a good harvest.

The sickle moved quickly, and the millet plants standing with their heads bowed slowly fell to the ground with the sound of "stab edge, thorn edge".

Sweat slides down the bronzed skin,

Under the reflection of the autumn sun and the golden millet, it seems to have turned golden.

In the sound of the wheelbarrow's creaking, the wooden wheel briskly rolled over the newly built stone road, and transported the heavy harvest to the threshing ground...

Stalling, playing, turning, starting, raising the field...

After a series of processes, the clean grains appeared in front of everyone, and after drying, they were sent to the granary.

The leftover millet from last year was cleaned out, dried in the sun, and then stored separately. When the time comes, the old millet will be eaten first, and the new millet will be eaten after eating.

The Qingque Tribe harvested more millet this year than last year.

On the one hand, the people of the Qingque tribe are more familiar with all aspects of millet planting than last year, and on the other hand, more millet was planted this year than last year.

In addition to the first 800 mu, after the rape was harvested, the 100 mu of land was also planted with late millet under Han Cheng's order.

When the early millet was ready to be received in the house, the late millet was just ready to be harvested.

Naturally, the output was not as good as that of early millet, but one mu of land was not much less.

The one hundred mu of land planted with late millet will fall fallow this winter.

Han Cheng will select more than 100 mu of land that has not been planted with rapeseed to plant this year's rapeseed.

Different species have different requirements for some nutrients in the land, which is one of the reasons why Han Cheng rotated millet and rapeseed...

The days that seem to be very similar day by day are repeated and lived with new ideas.

When the people of the Qingque tribe harvested the hemp and buried it in the hemp pit, the leader of the donkey tribe also took the things exchanged from the Qingque tribe to a distant place to do business.

Compared with the high spirits of the past, the leader of the donkey tribe at this time seemed a little silent.

There was a reason for his silence. As the transaction continued, the furs of the surrounding tribes had been exchanged for a Qiqibaba with precious pottery and salt.

It is not easy to easily obtain a large amount of fur from these tribes.

All he can do is to take the people in the tribe, carry pottery and salt on their backs, and continue to go further afield. Only those tribes that have never been exchanged can provide a large amount of fur.

The ever-increasing itinerary is a big burden for everyone in the donkey tribe.

It is precisely because of this that the leader of the donkey tribe became relatively silent...

The grass roots put a few precocious fruits into the straw basket behind them.

There were some scars on his body, and his already crooked nose became even more crooked.

It was the second leader of the Tengshe tribe who beat him, and the reason for the beating was very simple.

I have been waiting here for such a long time, and the black tribe that the grassroots mentioned has never been here.

After putting the fruit into the basket, Caogen stood up straight and looked in the direction where the black tribe had come. All he saw were trees and weeds.

The black tribe was still missing, just like the herd of deer he had been waiting for.

Now, the grassroots look forward to that dark tribe more than they look forward to those hateful deer.

Because if the deer didn't come, he would eat less meat at most, and if the black tribe didn't come again, he would be beaten again in a few days.

"#￥%!"

The anxious grassroots cursed a few times, because of the crooked nose, the voice seemed a little hoarse,

However, after cursing, all you can do is continue to wait...

"&*%x-on:#!"

A man from the donkey tribe, who was carrying three clay pots set together, pointed to the front and shouted excitedly.

Some donkey tribe leaders who were in a daze quickly stared at it...

(Starting to kick off the prelude to the snake, this plot has been conceived for a long time, it should be more exciting)

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