"Be careful...... Be careful... Come back on time ......"

Like a few white clouds sleeping sheep, they stayed in the air for a long time and didn't bother to move.

The chilling wind blew gently, shaking everyone's untidy hair.

In the lazy and leisurely time, a parting mood permeated the small river of the Qingque tribe, enveloping these people in animal skins.

There was no farewell to the willows, no low and tactful flute sounded, and no one poured ink to write parting poems.

But the sadness of parting is really spreading here.

Wu said over and over again the instructions that he had already said many times, and two people who were older than Wu wiped their eyes that often shed tears.

Xiaomei and Xiaoli's eyes were red.

With the five small blessings, the lucky general stood on the shore and turned in a circle.

Uncle Deer, who was lured by Han Cheng with rapeseed and raked the ground, also stretched out his long face at this time.

Only the stone boy didn't know what it was like to be sad, and looked at Miko on the sidelines, hoping that Miko would allow him to board the boat together and go outside to see the world.

"Watch the tribe and wait for us to come back."

Han Cheng said loudly to the people on the shore.

"We'll be back before the end of the month."

The rope was untied, and the boat, which had lost its restraints, left the river bank in turn, and under the dual action of the oars and the current, it moved away from the crowd and headed downstream.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Fu Jiang opened his mouth and shouted at Han Cheng, who was leaving by boat, very anxious.

"Go back!"

Han Cheng shouted at it.

"Plop"

Seeing that Han Cheng was getting farther and farther, Fu Jiang jumped into the water and chased after Han Cheng.

"Go back!"

Han Cheng shouted towards General Fu.

At this time, it is only the end of spring, and although the water does not freeze to death, it is still very cold.

Where is Fu Jiang willing to listen to Han Cheng's words? It's just swimming along the water.

This stupid dog!

"Go back!"

Han Cheng snorted, and shouted loudly as he swam towards himself with only one head exposed in the water.

"Boom ......"

"Boom ......"

Several puppies barked eagerly and helplessly on the shore, and two of them wanted to go into the water, constantly wailing on the side.

Fu Jiang swam in the water for a while, and finally turned his head and swam towards the shore.

Wet and drenched, he climbed ashore, shook the water on his body vigorously, whined and ran towards the place where a few puppies were, and after meeting up with a few puppies, he led them downstream along the river bank.

From time to time, there is a 'woo' wail in the mouth.

"Go back! I'll be back later! ”

Han Cheng shouted at the relenting stupid dog.

I knew I would have tied it up first.

General Fu led Wu Xiaofu to chase along the river for a long time, until a fork in front of him blocked the way, and then stopped.

It crouched there, looking at the place where the boat had disappeared for a long time, and from time to time it let out a 'woo' wail, until the sun was in the west, and then it headed in the direction of the tribe with the five little blessings.

Under the sun, it was actually very lonely and lonely, like a lone wolf abandoned by the group......

The Qingque Tribe, which was very lively in the past, became deserted with the departure of Han Cheng and the others.

The hearts of the people were empty, as if they had lost a lot of things.

Even the second senior brother, who can eat the most on weekdays, has become a little unfragrant.

When Han Cheng and his senior brother were there, except for lying on the edge of the rabbit circle all day long to watch the rabbits and pet the rabbits, Wu Wu, who basically didn't do much other things, didn't look at the rabbits much now.

He focused more on the tribe, paying attention to the tribe's movements.

He had to personally arrange for such things as inserting the gate and arranging for personnel to stand guard and sentry every day.

The two people like the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Qingque Tribe are gone, and he must carry the rest of the things.

He may not have thought it so clearly, but it did.

The stupid dog Fu Jiang, who used to only run wildly, has also changed his temperament, and he seems to be much quieter, and the most common thing to do is to squat at the gate of the Qingque tribe with Wuxiaofu and look towards the downstream of the river......

The river was flowing under the boat, and the oars creaked against the sticks.

The elder brother crossed his hands and held an oar in each hand, rowing in front of the water, and the oars entered the water and came out, causing ripples and rattling sounds.

When the oars come out of the water, a string of crystal droplets will fall down the oars into the water.

Sometimes he slid his two oars together, sometimes he paddled only one oar, so that he could control the direction of the canoe so as not to hit the riverbank.

At this time, it is a trip down the river, and only two oars are needed to row alone, and the other two oars are retracted and placed in the cabin.

The white clouds were long, the cyan on both sides of the bank kept retreating, and the familiar tribe, the familiar people, the familiar wall, and the stupid dog that had chased the boat for a long distance all gradually disappeared, and were completely integrated by the continuous cyan on both sides.

The other people on the boat were a little reluctant and apprehensive, after all, this trip was different from the past.

In the past, when they went out hunting, they usually rushed back to the tribe on the same day, but this time it took a long time.

And the ones I went to were places I had never been to before.

The afterglow of the slanting sun shone on the surface of the river, which was two or three times as wide.

Han Cheng calculated the distance, and it was probably no less than fifty miles away from the tribe.

After about half an hour, the river merged into a larger river, and in the direction it came, it was red like a bloody sun spread in the water.

Han Chengcheng gave the river a name, called the Red River.

Not long after it joined the river, Han Chengcheng asked the senior brother and the others to row the boat to the south bank of the river, where there was a shallow beach, just enough to rest.

Under such circumstances, he was not prepared to do such a thing as a night flight, which was an act of death.

The clatter of oars and the conversation between people startled a few gulls and herons.

There were also unlucky ones, who were shot through by a feathered arrow loaded with a bone arrow before they could fly away, and they didn't move without a few blows.

Senior Brother Sha grinned with a wooden bow, and the rest of the people also applauded, in the past, they didn't have much way to catch these flying birds.

The crowd went ashore in boats and trampled on a patch of weeds.

The hand-pressed drill used to drill the fire was taken out, and in the sound of a swish, there was a flash of fire.