Chapter 645: Painting

On the long table in the big brick house, Han Cheng sat in front of him, holding a charcoal pencil in his hand, and gesturing with a ruler in the other hand, drawing very carefully little by little.

This is not the first time Han Cheng has painted, but it is the most serious one he has done.

With the increase of the tribe's population and the corresponding increase in work, compared to the increasingly busy Qingque tribe, Han Cheng, the leader of the Qingque tribe, seems to be more idle than before.

Because after several years, the people in the tribe have learned a lot of things, and many people can do it well without him doing it himself.

Just like the current spring plowing, what Han Cheng does the most is to emphasize the importance of spring plowing to everyone, and then set a goal for everyone, where to cultivate. After these general directions are set, he can be a hands-off shopkeeper with peace of mind. .

This is also the main reason why he can lock himself in the room and paint with peace of mind during this season.

In the room, there was silence, only the sound of the charcoal pen in Han Cheng's hand scratching across the paper.

In the courtyard, Wu, who was lying in front of the crack of the door and looking into the house, waiting for the mouse to fall into the trap, rushed in. These days, he was always a little absent-minded. After a while, he would turn his head and look at the big tiled house with two blue bricks. Eye.

I got some stones that Mapi was pounding there, and after pounding for a while, I would stop and look at the big tiled house with blue bricks.

It's a pity that the distance is a bit far, and the doors and windows of the big brick house are closed, so you can't see the scene inside.

And this time was different from the previous ones. After the Son of God brought paper, ink, and paints into the room, he confessed that he would not let anyone in to disturb him.

So they can only look inside from time to time.

This made a few people who were used to watching Shenzi make new things quite itchy.

Especially when thinking of the miraculous colors that Shenzi used those paints for a few days, Wu, Shitou and the others felt like there was a kitten in their hearts, constantly flapping their fluffy tails.

In the field, the senior brother and others were working hard to turn the land, and the deer walked in the field pulling the plow, digging out a piece of moist soil.

The busy labor and the yearning and desire for food prevented everyone in the tribe from thinking too much about the expansion of the tribe.

Moreover, since it was mentioned once, Shenzi never mentioned this matter again, perhaps Shenzi also forgot at this time.

I live a busy and fulfilling life day by day, and it seems that nothing has changed. When I suddenly look back, I find that things have changed a lot.

Unknowingly, the grass got out of the ground, and the willows spit out buds.

Looking from a distance, there is some tender green in the withered yellow.

The apricot and peach blossoms haven't bloomed yet, so the swallows returning from the south haven't come back either.

However, Maodong's bear hid in the tree hole, got out of it, dragged his hungry and thin body, and walked in the forest, trying to find enough food to comfort his rumbling stomach, and by the way The fat is replenished.

During this period of time, during the day, Han Cheng spent most of his time writing and drawing in the big tiled house of blue bricks, concentrating on making the planning map of the Qingque tribe.

A few wisps of warm spring breeze blew past, and some light ink-colored clouds floated in. The whole sky looked as if someone had smeared it with a brush dipped in ink.

The weather here is a bit like the temper of primitive people, and even the spring rains are relatively straightforward.

It didn't take long for the wind and clouds to surge, and a spring rain had already fallen.

In the past, people in the tribe didn't like rain very much, because once heavy rain fell, it meant that there was no way to hunt or gather food.

But now it is different. They have gradually become accustomed to farming, and they welcome the seasonal rain very much.

When the spring rain falls, people who have been busy for a while have legitimate reasons to take a break.

In the green brick and tile house, Han Cheng opened the window and watched the raindrops falling outside, staining the last bit of color.

With the sound of rain outside the window, looking at the painting on the table that took more than half a month to finish,

Han Cheng, whose heart was peaceful, had a smile on his lips.

He didn't take the painting out immediately, but sat here quietly watching the rain through the open window, enjoying this peaceful and leisurely time.

The rain outside the window was pattering, and occasionally a child would cover his head with his hands and run past laughing.

The feet stepped in the shallow puddles, splashing a piece of water...

The spring rain didn't last too long, it stopped shortly after lunch, and the warm sun came out from the sky in the afternoon.

Seeing this, the big brother beckoned people to continue digging outside with tools.

At this time, the door of the big brick house opened from the inside, and Han Cheng came out holding a roll of paper.

"Son of God..."

"Son of God..."

People who saw Han Cheng greeted him one after another.

Han Cheng nodded to everyone with a smile, and then said, "Don't rush to the field, it's not easy to meet a rainy day, everyone should have a good rest, let the field dry out, and continue digging tomorrow..."

"I just happened to watch something with you."

After Han Cheng finished speaking, he asked the elder brother and others to inform the people in the tribe to gather here at the big tiled house.

Everyone's eyes fell on the roll of paper in Han Cheng's hand, not knowing what was on it.

Han Cheng didn't hold back too much, and when he saw that people were coming, he pulled one end of the scroll and let Wu hold it with his hands.

Han Cheng took the remaining scrolls and walked slowly to the other side.

Everyone in the tribe watched all this with curiosity and inquiry. Some people were still talking in low voices, guessing what the Son of God had done this time, and what was on the paper.

Following Han Cheng's movements, the rolled picture scroll slowly opened, and the things inside appeared in front of everyone's eyes little by little.

As the scroll slowly opened, Wu who was pulling the scroll at the other end straightened up.

My heart has been like a kitten scratching a stone and my eyes widened.

When the scroll was stretched less than halfway, the noise in the crowd disappeared.

No one asked for anything from the crowd, but all of them closed their mouths consciously, stopped talking, and looked at the painting slowly unfolding in front of them seriously.

Amazement, shock, sluggishness... This series of things was performed by everyone.

Han Cheng glanced at the crowd and didn't say much, but continued to unfold the scroll.

But in his heart, it was very useful. The reaction of everyone now is the greatest affirmation of his busyness in the recent period.

In complete silence, Han Cheng spread out the entire scroll, and the contents of the entire scroll were revealed to everyone without reservation.

"This... is this our new home?"

After a long time, someone finally asked with a trembling voice...

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