"Little ...... Why can't a baby tadpole find its mother? ”

Bai Xuemei asked with a sob.

Of course, they have a ruthless father.

Han Cheng thought in his heart, but didn't say it.

"You're still young, when you're older, you'll know, and the little tadpole will be able to find its mother......"

Han Cheng comforted softly.

"White... Bai Xuemei is not young anymore......"

The child's adopted daughter-in-law sobbed and replied.

Han Cheng stretched out his hand to touch it, it was indeed not small, and he couldn't hold it with one hand.

But the point is that you are not old enough.

"Little... Xiaomei, Xiao... Little Li's belly...... It's all big belly......"

Bai Xuemei looked at Han Cheng with some resentment and said.

It's none of my business!

Han Cheng was shocked and sniffled.

Xiaomei Xiaoli, the two sisters who are a little too strong, became Chen's spouse together.

Chen's sister Xing became the spouse of another person in the tribe who had just come of age.

Don't look at Chen, he doesn't look very strong, but he is extremely industrious, and not long after Xiaomei and Xiaoli became his spouses, their bellies began to grow gradually.

What Bai Xuemei meant just now was that Xiaomei and Xiaoli were about the same age as her, and their bellies were already big, and they would give birth to children in a few days, but she didn't move at all.

Fortunately, Han Cheng knew Bai Xuemei very well, otherwise, it would be really easy to misunderstand.

Wanting to be a mother is probably the nature of all species, and Bai Xuemei's reaction at this time is also very normal.

Han Cheng hugged her and explained and coaxed for a while, before he finally let the little child's daughter-in-law understand that her belly was not big, not because of her, but because Han Cheng did it intentionally.

After making a promise to have a child in two more years, Bai Xuemei, who wanted to be a mother, finally broke into tears and smiled, hugging Han Cheng's arm tightly......

She was happy, but Han Cheng was a little melancholy.

As a father, he really wasn't ready for this.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Let's live like this for now, anyway, there are still two years, and when the time comes......

After a spring rain like cow's hair fell, there were not many flowers left on the fruit trees planted on the eastern edge of the Qingque tribe.

The petals with rain and some earth withered to the ground, in the early morning sun, showing their last beauty, with some desolation.

There is no woman named Daiyu here, holding a flower hoe and burying them here with whimpering tears, muttering in her mouth: "Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and the red incense is pitiful?" ……”

So after today, they can only become a member of the wind and dust when they lose their color.

At this time, they were happily leading the deer, carrying the harrow, the cocoon, and the millet, towards the land that had been turned over.

This year's spring planting starts today.

This timely spring rain brought them infinite hope, and they were sincerely happy about it.

The man led the deer in front, and the thin raking teeth cut through the ground, and the land that had just been turned over this year became more loose.

The moist earth was pierced, and the air was filled with the smell of mud and surrounding vegetation, and the smell was pleasant.

Han Cheng rolled up his trouser legs and went to the ground, holding his hands on the handlebar, and most of the bucket was specially selected as seeds of millet in the bucket.

"Hah!"

He shouted, shook the 'skimming rope' in his hand, and Uncle Deer stepped out of his hooves and walked forward.

The legs, tied to some bone fragments, slid into the dirt and went all the way forward.

Tiny grains slipped out of the 'barn eyes' and fell into the soft beds that the people of the Blue Sparrow tribe had carefully made for them......

Han Cheng's height has caught up with the adults in the tribe, so he can naturally do the thing of 'helping the cocoon', and the first cocoon of this year's spring is to start with him.

He only saw the matter of sowing seeds with a wooden three-legged cart in later generations, but he did not operate it.

However, things are man-made, no one is born to know it, it didn't happen before, it doesn't mean that it won't now, just learn more.

At the beginning of spring planting, as in the autumn harvest, the manpower of the tribe must be tilted towards this aspect.

The pigsty that was being built in the tribe and the stones that were being mined in the quarries all stopped.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe is busy with spring planting.

Of course, the things of raking the ground and sowing seeds are basically done by the old men of the Qingque tribe.

The newly joined people of the original green tribe are more likely to carry things such as pickaxes or bone shovels, and do chores around.

Gu carried a bone shovel and dug up the soil that had not been turned up at the edge of a piece of land and smashed it with a bone shovel.

Then he leaned on the bone shovel and looked at this busy land with enlightenment and some shock.

No wonder the ears of wild grass around his original tribe, Ao, is that there are fewer and fewer grains, and there are more and more tribes that originally did not have millet to grow.

It turned out to be because of this!

Of course, even if he is enlightened, it is useless, because he has completely joined the tribe.

Everything in the original tribe has left him.

In the new tribe, everything is so comfortable.

Don't say that no one is willing to leave with him at this time, even if the Son of God and the witch drive him away, Gu will not leave!

The spring planting, which seemed busy and full of life, came to an end after five or six days.

Half of the 800 acres of land that the Qingque tribe is going to plant millet has already sown seeds.

Some of the ones planted on the first day have already been arched.

Coupled with the wasteland opened up this spring, the Qingque tribe now has more than 950 acres of land.

One hundred acres of it are planted with rapeseed, and the other more than 50 acres are planted with hemp.

It's easy to explain why they stopped planting halfway through.

On the one hand, it was because the moisture of the land was not very good, and the other reason was that Han Cheng was going to stagger the millet for some time and plant it in batches.

In this way, when the millet matures, it is good to have a sequence, otherwise the millet of seven or eight hundred acres of land will mature together, even if the Qingque tribe has a lot more manpower now, it is not very easy to take care of it......

While the Blue Sparrow tribe was planting, the first planting of the Fire tribe by the river was also beginning.

Compared with the finesse of the Blue Sparrow Tribe, the cultivation of the Fire Tribe is much rougher.

A fire was placed near the river to burn the dead grass, and then the earth was dug up with the heads and bone shovels they had brought back from the Qingque tribe, as well as some bone shovels that they had imitated, and the grass ash covered the ground underneath.

After a little beating, I threw the hemp seeds from the wild hemp in the fall, and then swept them with my feet......