Chapter 642

There was some warmth in the fields around the tribe. With the efforts of everyone in the Qingque tribe, more and more land was turned over.

The moist soil is exposed to the air, with a pleasant smell.

The heavy snow and cold are not without benefits. Layers of heavy snow covered the land with sufficient moisture, and also froze many bugs to death along the way.

Can effectively reduce the probability of occurrence of pests and diseases.

The warm spring sun shone down on the earth, and the still cold spring breeze shook Han Cheng's sleeves.

Han Dashenzi, who stood with his hands behind his back, held a pen in one hand, stepped back a few steps and looked at his handwriting carefully.

The writing is not very good, but the meaning is very good.

In later generations, no matter how ugly the word "demolition" is written, many people still hope that this word will appear on their houses.

Because this word represents the rejuvenation of the family, the rich material that comes with it, and the confidence to fire the boss after driving a good car to work and then not working as you like.

With this word, after experiencing the joy of getting rich, many people will become calm and more patient and tolerant in dealing with others.

Such a word contains something in later generations that far exceeds the "blessing" that is pasted on the door during the New Year's Day.

No matter how well the word "Fu" is written, it is not true to use such a word.

In later generations, Han Cheng's hometown lived in an extremely remote place, and he would not be able to write such a word in the next few decades.

This is also one of the main reasons why he has to perform tasks alone on Valentine's Day.

People are like this, the more they lack something, the more rare it is.

Han Cheng, who was hopelessly written with the word 'demolition' on the houses of later generations, so he wrote such a good meaning on the wall of the tribe by himself here.

Although I know that even if it is written, it is of no use, but sometimes watching it makes people feel excited.

After appreciating his handwriting for a while, Han Cheng walked to the other side and continued to write this character.

While writing this, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and a very good idea arose in my heart.

If, before the blind date, I had written a word of "removal" on my own house and the houses of the neighbors, the result of the blind date might have been completely different, right?

After a flash of inspiration, all that remains is deep regret. Why didn't such a good idea come to mind before?

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng took the pottery pot and the big writing brush and went back to the tribe. From a distance, he saw his son writhing in the simple baby walker and pushing the baby walker. Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng shook his head and threw all those messy thoughts out of his mind.

It's also fortunate that no one fell in love with me before, otherwise I would have a lot of worries in this era.

Thinking this way, he snorted again. In the later generations, no women would look at him, but now he is a sweet potato. He only needs to say a word, and the women in the tribe can take turns to squeeze him dry.

In his heart, he severely criticized the blindness of those women who had blind dates with him in later generations. With a strong spirit of victory, Han Cheng walked up to him with a smile to tease his fat son.

When he came to the front and looked at the black ink on his hands, Han Cheng's heart was moved, and then he began to dress up the little pea.

Under Han Cheng's exquisite care, a little old man wearing crotch pants and sitting on a walker has been freshly baked.

Bai Xuemei couldn't stop laughing at the side, she squatted on the ground with one hand on her stomach, and she burst into tears.

After some difficulty, she stopped laughing, looked up at Little Pea who was sitting in the stroller with a bewildered expression, and immediately laughed again, clutching her belly.

Han Cheng, who did the trick, stood aside and watched, but he was also very happy.

Well, this pair is indeed real parents.

It would be meaningless to have a baby without playing around.

Looking at the little pea like a little old man,

Han Cheng, who couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, thought so complacently...

Time passed little by little in the work of everyone. Seeing that it was getting dark, the senior brother who led the people to plow in the field rang the clapper in his hand.

When people who had worked all day heard this sound, some immediately put away the tools in their hands and walked back with them on their shoulders.

Some people looked at the little land left in front of them, and made a few plows here, and then went back after digging these planes.

As the leader, and the most core part of the Qingque tribe, the elder brother undoubtedly loves doing work even more.

Although he was the one who rang the clapper, he waited until everyone was almost gone before he carried his tools and followed the crowd back.

Don't underestimate the effort of this moment, after many years, the senior brother has dug up a lot more ground than the person who walked back when he heard the sound of the stick.

"What's wrong?"

The elder brother who was walking behind carried the tools and walked for a while, and found that the person who had taken a step earlier did not go back to the courtyard directly as before, but stopped in front of the gate, stood there and surrounded him, facing the gate Pointing and pointing nearby.

The elder brother who didn't understand what was going on couldn't help but muttered, and then stepped forward to check the situation.

With Han Chengde's intelligence, physique, beauty and labor at the same time, especially under the horror of the ruler and the punishment of copying characters, the people of the Qingque tribe can more or less recognize some characters.

At this time, it doesn't matter even if you don't know how to read, some people have already started to consciously recite it for everyone.

"Demolition? What does that mean?"

The elder brother muttered this word in his mouth, just like everyone else, he was in a daze.

After hearing people say that it was written by Shenzi, everyone was even more confused, wondering what the meaning of such a word suddenly written by Shenzi on the courtyard wall.

Among the crowd was an old man from the Qingque tribe who was farming with Dou today. After thinking about it, he immediately said something that the Son of God said today.

As a result, the already ignorant people suddenly became even more ignorant. Such a good wall should be demolished?

Unlike Han Cheng who couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion when he saw the word "demolition" appearing on his house, everyone in the tribe was full of astonishment mixed with some panic.

Watching this scene, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling again.

The effect of the word "demolition" appearing at the gate was quickly manifested. When eating at night, many people came to him, hesitating because they didn't want Han Cheng to tear down the wall.

After dinner, the elder brother and others went to look for Han Cheng one after another.

"Do a good job of spring plowing first, and we will talk about it later!"

After rounds of bombing, God Son Han finally couldn't take it anymore, he raised his foot on the buttocks of several people in the room, kicked each of them twice, and drove them out.

Of course, he has reason to be angry about this matter. A lot of people come here, but most of them can't say anything after they come here. They just blink their eyes and look at you with a very innocent expression, just like you It's like stealing his leg of lamb.

It's okay for a few people like this to come, but if there are too many, it will make people feel a little uncomfortable.

God Son Han went mad, and the house became clean immediately.

"Damn, it seems that if you don't show some real skills, you short-sighted guys will be more knowledgeable!"

Depressed Han Cheng, sniffling and holding back his big moves...

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