On the long table in the big brick house, Han Cheng sat in front of him, holding a charcoal in his hand and a ruler in the other hand, drawing very seriously.

This is not Han Cheng's first time painting, but it is the most serious one he has ever taken.

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

Because after a few years, the people of the tribe have learned a lot of things, many of which can be done well by everyone without him doing it himself.

For example, the current spring ploughing, what Han Cheng has done the most is to emphasize the importance of spring ploughing to everyone, and then set a goal for everyone, where to reclaim, after these general directions are set, you can be a shopkeeper with peace of mind.

This is the main reason why he was able to lock himself in his room and paint in peace at this time.

In the room, it was quiet, only the sound of the charcoal in Han Cheng's hand scratching on the paper.

In the courtyard, the witch who was lying in front of the crack in the door and looking into the house, waiting for the rats to fall into the trap and rushing inside, has always been a little distracted these days, and after looking at it for a while, he will turn his head to look at the big brick house.

I got some stones that were pounded there with hemp skin, and after pounding them for a while, I would stop and look at the big brick house.

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 at all.

And this time it was different from before, after Miko went in with paper, pen and ink, and paint, he explained it and didn't let anyone go in and disturb it.

So they can only look inside from time to time.

This makes several people who are used to watching Miko make new things quite itchy.

Especially when I think of the magical colors that Shenzi made with those paints for a few days, the witches and stones are like a kitten in their hearts, and they have been teasing with their fluffy tails.

In the field, the elder brother and others were working hard to turn over the land, and the deer herd was walking in the field with plows, turning out a moist piece of soil.

The busy work and the longing and thirst for food did not give the tribe too much thought about the expansion of the tribe.

Moreover, since he mentioned it once, the Son of God has not said anything about it again, and the Son of God has forgotten about it at this time.

The days were busy and fulfilling, and there seemed to be no change, but when I suddenly turned back, I found that things had changed greatly.

Before you know it, the grass is digging out of the ground, and the willow tree is spitting out shoots.

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

The apricot blossoms and peach blossoms have not yet bloomed, so the swallows returning to the south have not returned.

However, the bear hiding in the hollow of the tree came out of it, dragged his hungry and thin body, and walked through the woods, hoping to find enough food to comfort the hungry intestines, and by the way, replenish the fat lost from hunger.

During this time, during the day, Han Cheng spent most of his time writing and painting in the big brick house, focusing on making the planning map of the Qingque tribe.

A few warm spring breezes blew, and some faint inky clouds drifted in, and the whole sky looked like someone had taken a brush dipped in ink and smeared it with his hands.

The weather here is a bit like the temper of primitive people, and even the spring rain is relatively crisp.

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

In the past, the people of the tribe did not like to rain very much, because once it fell, it meant that there was no way to go out to hunt or gather food.

But now it is different, they have gradually become accustomed to farming, and they are very welcome to the rain that knows the season.

The spring rain falls, and people who have been busy for a while also have a legitimate reason to rest.

In the blue brick house, Han Cheng pushed open the window and looked at the rain falling outside, dyeing the last bit of color.

The sound of rain was murmuring outside the window, looking at the painting on the table, which took more than half a month to finally complete, Han Cheng, who was quiet in his heart, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

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

The rain was pouring outside the window, and occasionally a child would run by with his hands over his head.

Feet stepped in shallow puddles of water, splashing a splash......

The spring rain didn't last long, it didn't take long for lunch to stop, and the warm sun was already coming out of the sky in the afternoon.

Seeing this, the senior brother beckoned people to take the tools and continue to go outside to turn over the ground.

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

"Son of God......

"Son of God......

The people who saw Han Cheng greeted each other.

Han Cheng nodded to everyone with a smile, and then said: "Don't rush to the field first, it's finally a rainy day, everyone has a good rest, let the ground dry, and then plan tomorrow ......."

"I just happened to be looking at something with you."

After Han Cheng finished speaking, he asked Senior Brother and the others to inform the people in the tribe to gather here in the blue brick and tile house.

Everyone's eyes fell on the roll of paper that Han Cheng was holding in his hand, and they didn't know what was on it.

Han Cheng didn't sell much guanzi, and after seeing that people were almost here, he pulled one end of the scroll open and let Wu pull it with his hands.

Han Cheng took the rest of the scroll and slowly walked to the other side.

Everyone in the tribe watched all this, with curiosity and inquiry, and some of them were still whispering, guessing what Miko had made this time, and what was on the paper.

With Han Cheng's movements, the 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 stood up straight.

The stone that had been scratching like a kitten in his heart widened his eyes.

Less than halfway through the scroll, the noise in the crowd disappeared.

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

Amazed, shocked, stunned...... This series of things has been interpreted by everyone.

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

However, it is very useful in his heart, and the reaction of everyone now is the greatest affirmation of his busyness in the recent period.

In silence, Han Cheng spread out the entire picture scroll, and the things on the entire picture scroll were unreservedly revealed to everyone.

"This ...... This is our new home? ”

After a long time, someone finally asked with a trill......

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