A gorgeous meteor shower made everyone in the Qingque tribe have a lot of talking points.

So much so that in the days after the meteor shower, what everyone talked about the most was the shocking meteor shower and the heroic appearance of the Son of God 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 has not stopped.

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

Most of these adults are female primitives.

After all, compared to other jobs, hoeing is still relatively light.

The hoeer, wearing a hat made of bamboo strips and a towel made of freshly woven linen around his neck, looked very much like the people of later generations who bent over and worked in the fields.

There are also some people who are carrying stone pickaxes to open up land on the other side of the river, at a certain distance from the river, which is a long-term task.

On the other side of the creek, there is more land suitable for reclamation than on this side.

The people of the original Green Tribe, now pushing the stone slabs with their hands, along the paved stone path, all the way from the quarry, past the gate of the Green Bird Tribe, and then all the way to the east.

The winding stone road on the large soil to the west of the tribe has been paved, and now the stone road on the east side is to be scattered along the ridges along the stubble that had been laid before, and continue to extend deeper into the farmland.

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

There are two trees that were transplanted two years ago, and now they are spreading out in green.

Bai Xuemei, who was wearing a short dress and short sleeves, was putting some freshly picked mulberry leaves into the dustpan for raising silkworms.

She bent over, the clothes on her body were a little tight, even though she had already deeply understood the secrets covered under the clothes, Han Cheng was still a little uneasy at this time.

However, he can only continue to be distracted.

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

A rainstorm fell, and the sweltering heat was suddenly eliminated.

Summer showers come and go quickly.

The air became cooler, but the atmosphere of the Qingque tribe did not relax a little.

Even more dreary than on the eve of a rainstorm.

It's not that Han Chengxi is a father, but someone in the tribe is leaving, and life is about to pass away from this tribe.

Twelve connected tiled houses are crowded with many people.

In the easternmost room, there are more people gathered.

The heads and faces of the Qingque tribe are all here, Han Cheng, Wu, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Senior Brother Sha, Yan, and Gu ......

They stood in the room in some silence, looking at the earthen kang against the earthen wall with worry and some sadness.

There was a person lying on the kang who was described as thin, and this person was Huo Yi.

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

The other sat on the kang and held Huoyi's head and let her head rise slightly.

The man with the deer milk scooped up a half-toned spoonful of deer milk and brought it to the mouth of the fire.

The deer milk slipped down the corner of Huoyi's mouth, and he didn't drink it at all.

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

Han Cheng opened his mouth in a dull manner, and the person who was feeding the milk put the spoon back into the bowl, and the other wiped off the deer milk that flowed down, carefully placed the fire, and gently lowered it into the kang.

Huoyi has been losing weight for a while, and the main reason is that he is older.

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

The only thing she can do is to cook herself, cook fine food for the fire, and let people accompany her.

Huoichi's coma began last night and has continued until now.

It's also strange to say that after the two female primitives got off the kang, the fire woke up instead.

He looked around the room and tried to get up and sit up.

When Han Cheng saw it, he hurriedly went over to help, and at this time, Huo Yi's body was light and didn't weigh much.

"Miko... Witch... Leader ......"

She greeted her weakly, and Han Cheng replied with a smile.

Han Chengchao pointed at the deer milk that he put aside, and didn't let the others do it, Wu personally brought it over.

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

The fire nodded, Han Cheng fed her personally, and half a bowl of deer milk slowly went down.

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

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

Han Cheng also wanted to be so optimistic about them, but he knew in his heart that this was a return to the light......

As soon as the fire was gone, after drinking the deer milk, it was about ten minutes later.

When I went, I walked peacefully with a smile on my face......

The passage of life has enveloped a deep grief over the Qingque tribe.

The tribe was extremely heavy, and Han Cheng's heart was heavy.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, hatred for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go.

The eight hardships of life are always unavoidable.

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

Wu walked over, squatted down beside Han Cheng, and said after a while, "Divine Son, Huo Yi is already alive and well, she has enjoyed a life that people in the tribe have never enjoyed before...... Compared to the people who came before her, she has lived long enough......"

Han Cheng nodded silently, knowing that what Wu said was right, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart, this was the old man's hand that had been staying in the tribe since he came, and he left like this......

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

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

As soon as Huo Yi changed into a new outfit, his face was cleaned.

Some people felt that it was a waste to dress the dead in freshly made linen clothes, but Han Cheng insisted on doing so.

The deceased is the greatest, and they are all on the last journey, and it is also appropriate to dress decently.

The fire was put into a wooden box that had been hastily made by a limp, and then it was carried all the way to the west of the tribe.

The people of the tribe followed behind to see them off, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Not far from the valley field, a pit more than a meter deep had been dug, and the wooden box and the fire in the wooden box had been put into the earthen pit.

Under Han Cheng's leadership, everyone began to shovel up the soil on the ground with bone shovels, and filled the pit with bone shovels one by one.

The loose earth gradually covered the wooden box, eventually forming an inverted bowl-shaped dirt bag.

In front of the earthen bag, a small stone tablet was erected, and four words were engraved on the stone tablet - the tomb of Huoyi.