"Hurry up and get ready, we should go."

Han Cheng looked a little happy and said to the iron head who came to his side.

After saying that, he then instructed the people to carry things to the wooden boat, and after a while, he found that the iron head did not go as he said, but stood in place, looking like he wanted to say and stopped.

Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a little strange, what happened to this guy today?

"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng asked aloud.

"God... Miko, I don't want to go ......"

Seeing Han Cheng asking, Tietou plucked up the courage to say what he had been holding back for a few days.

Don't want to go?

Han Cheng was a little surprised by Tietou's sudden answer.

This guy, why doesn't he want to go?

Is it because you can't put it down like a flower?

Young couples are different from middle-aged couples, and they are indeed reluctant to live apart for a long time.

As a pair of Qingque tribes second only to Heiwa and Zhuang in terms of burning, it is not surprising that Tietou would have such an idea.

It's just that Ruhua's belly is big enough now, and even if this guy stays in the tribe, he can't do a lot of things......

If it was someone else, he would have said this, and after thinking about it, Han Cheng would basically agree, but the iron head was a little different.

The main purpose of this trip down the river is to harvest wild hemp, and a few harvesting experts such as iron heads are naturally indispensable.

"What? Reluctant to be like a flower? ”

Han Cheng asked with a smile.

As one of the duo who was once kicked in the ass by Han Cheng because he sang too loudly at night, he was asked about this by Han Cheng in person, and the old face of the iron head turned red rarely.

"It's not like a flower."

He hurriedly defended.

"It's a deer."

Han Cheng's eyes widened, and he looked Tie Head up and down with an extremely surprised gaze.

It is rumored that the founding generals of the Ming Dynasty often meet spring, and their talents are different, and every time they march and fight, there will be fierce women in the barracks.

Before others fight, they are all recuperating, but they often encounter spring, but they are uncomfortable without two hairs.

The most infuriating thing is that after this guy sharpens his gun, he is more than twice as fierce as those who are careful to recuperate!

This is not only the fierceness of Chang Yuchun, but also the fierceness of the mare if there is no woman......

The iron head is reluctant to deer now, could it be...... cough cough cough ......

Han Cheng suddenly coughed violently.

"Yoyo ......"

Speak of the devil.

The arrogant Uncle Deer led the group back from outside, his horned head raised high, and his four long legs swayed, walking out of his uninhibited steps.

Han Cheng's cough, which he had managed to endure, became violent again with the appearance of Uncle Lu.

This guy, no matter how you look at it, looks like he has a forgiveness on his head......

Iron Head looked at Miko with confusion and worry, wondering why he suddenly became like this.

"There are more deer, and there is not enough grass, so I will cut the grass for the deer......"

Seeing that Miko's cough was lighter, Tietou then added.

It turned out to be because of this.

Han Cheng suppressed his cough and patted his head lightly, thinking about what he was thinking about all day long.

There is an absolutely safe place to live at night, and you don't need to go out to find grass in the most dangerous winter, because of the existence of the Qingque tribe, the number of fierce beasts around is not as much as elsewhere, plus the energetic and hard-working deer uncle, the number of deer herds is indeed growing rapidly.

There are more deer, and after the arrival of winter, the consumption of hay will increase, and the concern of the iron head is not unreasonable.

Han Cheng was very happy that the iron head could take these into account, everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, only when more people spontaneously considered for this tribe, the tribe could become more prosperous.

But the idea is good, this journey to harvest hemp, the iron head still has to go, not only him, but also a few people who often mow the grass can't run.

The smile on his face froze when he had just heard Han Cheng praise the grinning iron head, and after hearing Han Cheng's words.

Looking at Han Cheng, his mind was full of incomprehension.

Since the Divine Son knew that the forage was not enough to survive the winter, why did he refuse to let himself stay in the tribe to cut the grass?

Is it preparing for a large-scale deer killing after winter?

Where's the forage? Han Cheng smiled and pointed to the valley pole stack.

Now the grain, the ears of grain are not big, but the grain stalks are vigorous, and the grain stalks of thirty acres of land are piled up there, so big.

After three beats, these stalks, which were originally relatively hard, have become soft, and they have not weathered the rain, so they are just right to feed the deer as fodder.

Thirty acres of grain is more than the grass that the iron head cuts for a month.

It is enough to have these grain stalks, plus the grass that has been cut and dried before, for winter.

When the scale of millet cultivation expands in the next year, they will no longer have to mow the grass all day, and just a few hundred acres of grain poles will be enough to feed the livestock in the tribe.

When feeding, just get some chopped grass and rub the same chopped grain stalks.

After listening to Han Cheng's words, Tietou showed a look of sudden realization.

Affected by the fact that the rape stalks are used to burn the fire, he thought that the millet stalks after harvesting and beating would be treated in the same way, and at this time, he was woken up by Han Cheng, and suddenly felt cheerful.

After being happy for a while, he ran to the stack of stalks, pulled down some of them, carried them to the deer pen, and placed them in the trough.

The deer, who were accustomed to being kept in captivity, came over, sniffed with their noses, and began to eat.

The three sheep, who were close to adulthood, also came over and took a mouthful.

The goatee under the chin moves.

After such a long time together, several sheep have fully integrated into the deer herd.

Mix in the deer herd every day to accept the leadership of the deer uncle, go out to graze with the deer, and then come back together.

Han Cheng was a little skeptical that they had already thought of themselves as deer.

Uncle Lu is also not good now, and has become the commander of the two races.

It doesn't seem like a good thing to say, but to be precise, it should be the three major races.

Because Fu Jiang has nothing to do, he also likes to lead his five silly children to follow the deer herd around.

After seeing that the deer actually ate these grain stalks, the iron head's worries disappeared.

Without Han Cheng to speak again, he prepared all the sickles and ropes.

As night fell, the Qingque tribe lit a bonfire, and the aroma of food wafted back and forth in the tribe, a lively scene.

All the preparations have been made, and they will set sail tomorrow, this is the last night Han Cheng and them stay in the tribe, and Wu, who is not very careful, specially made a sumptuous dinner for Han Cheng and them.

After dinner, and after talking to Wu, Senior Brother and other people from the tribe left behind for a while, Han Chengcai returned to the room to rest.

Pushed open the door, touched the edge of the kang by the moonlight outside the window, took off his clothes and went to the pit, turned sideways to look at Bai Xuemei, who was already asleep, Han Cheng lowered his head and kissed it.

Squishy.

was about to lie down, but unexpectedly, Bai Xuemei suddenly opened her eyes, and before Han Cheng could react, she was hugged by Bai Xuemei, who was like a little leopard.

(Every time you update, you drop your favorites...... Got a phobia of updates)

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