Xiaofu left.

In the morning, he left with Fu after eating food together.

It's not far from Tongshan, and you can get there if you go down today, so after eating in the morning, the senior brothers and they began to pack up their things, put on the climbing plow, and then head towards Tongshan.

Fu followed the senior brother and the others forward, Xiao Fu followed for a short distance, turned his head to look at the wolves waiting for him not far away, and after taking a few more steps, he finally stopped.

"Woo~"

After taking a few steps forward, Fu Jiang found this child who had fallen behind, turned to look at Xiao Fu's whining call, and wanted this child who had been lost for several years and now finally returned, to go with them and not to get lost.

The rest of the dogs also stopped, looking at Xiaofu with Fu Jiang, expecting him to catch up and move forward with them.

Xiaofu hesitated for a while, walked quickly to Fu Jiang, sniffed each other with Fu Jiang, opened his mouth and bit each other gently.

"Whoa~whoa~"

The wolves behind them let out a burst of howls, and slowly came towards Xiaofu.

Fu Jiang turned around and led the rest of the dogs towards the senior brother and the others who had already walked a distance, Xiao Fu followed a few steps forward, turned his head to look at the wolves that followed, and finally stopped again, standing there and watching Fu gradually move away.

During this period, Fu Jiang stopped, turned his head and called at Xiao Fu several times, Xiao Fu hurriedly turned around in place, but after all, he still did not follow his mother, but stayed by the side of the wolves.

"Whew~"

Heavy snow envelops the wilderness, and cold and loneliness pervade the world.

Looking at the elder brother and others who were gradually drifting away, as well as the lucky general, Xiao Fu raised his head and howled, his voice was less powerful in the past, more poignant and melancholy, like a child who had to leave home, saying goodbye to his relatives in tears.

The cold wind rose, rolling the snow foam, blowing the hair of the wolves, and rolling out a whirl.

In the cold wind, the wolf howl sounded one after another, and it was incessant.

The elder brother and the others disappeared, and in the invisible place, the wolf howl that faintly echoed it also disappeared, and the world suddenly fell silent, only the mournful roar of the cold wind passing through the treetops.

Xiao Fu, who had closed his mouth, led the wolves and stood here without moving, quietly watching the direction in which Fu had left them.

After a long time, it finally took a step towards the north, and this time, it did not look back.

The wolves followed their king and walked together, slowly turning into a group of small black spots, and finally disappeared, leaving a line of plum blossoms in the snow.

As the cold wind howls and the snow falls again, these plum blossoms gradually disappear, and eventually they are no different from the surroundings.

The sky and the earth are white, and under the heavy snow, it is really clean......

That's one

A place where the wind and butterflies move freely

Behind the dream

The faint fragrance of gardenia wafts through

That's one

A village where birds and hearts sing together

The creek flows quietly

The earth is sprinkled with the setting sun

Walk through those

Years of roughness and delicacy

The fingers of the four seasons

Lead me to grow without a trace

No more looking back

The ignorant arrogance and gentle strength of youth

Never forget

The blue sorrow outside the fence

More than ten days later, there was movement in the west, and a team appeared in the snow.

It was the elder brother who returned from mining and others.

At the forefront is the elder brother, as well as Uncle Lu, the boss of the deer herd.

On the climbing plow pulled behind Uncle Lu, there was a basket of copper ore, which was not too heavy, about seventy or eighty catties.

Don't look at only seventy or eighty pounds, in fact, it is not much lighter than the deer that pull more in the back, and even more difficult than the rest of the deer.

Because it was the first time to walk, the snow on the road was relatively loose, and although the deer behind pulled more, the snow had been gradually crushed, and the plow no longer sagging, and the resistance was small, so it was easier.

When he walked here, the senior brother looked around, wanting to see Xiaofu's figure again, but there was only snow around, dead trees and grass, and there was no trace of Xiaofu and wolves.

"Woo~"

The Fu General raised his head and cried, and his voice was heard far away in the open space, but there was no wolf howl to echo it......

Xiaofu's matter was only known to Han Cheng after the return of the people who went to Tongshan to mine stones.

For a while, I didn't know what it was like.

There is relief, after all, the guy who was so mischievous that he was stung by a bee did not die after being missing for so many years, but was alive and well outside.

And also became the leader of a pack of wolves.

There are also sorrows, and as the number of things experienced increases, some things can never go back. It's the same with people, and the same is true for dogs that reappear after they get lost.

But no matter what, there is more joy in the heart than anything else.

It doesn't matter if you don't come back or not, as long as you know that Xiaofu is still alive and well.

In fact, it's okay, if Xiao Fu really leads the wolves back, it will be difficult for the tribe.

Because the tribe now has enough dogs, if you add such a group, not to mention the rest, just the food is a great consumption.

And the wolves led by Xiaofu are different from the tribe's blessings, these are pure wild, wild and untamable is certain, let them live in the tribe, there is no sense of security at all, and there may be a lot of trouble.

If the wolves that Xiaofu led back were all shot and eaten, he felt uncomfortable.

So for Han Cheng and the entire Qingque tribe, the current situation is actually very good.

The heavy snow covering the earth and the cold in winter could not dampen the enthusiasm of the people of the Qingque tribe to smelt bronze and cast utensils.

With the two ores in place and a little preparation, the three furnaces at the quarry were started one after another.

When the snow fell, there was no need to do any work in the fields, and it was the most idle time of the year for the whole tribe.

So there are enough people to do this work.

For a while, the quarry was busy, smashing ore, sifting ore, burning charcoal, and turning the wind to grunt...... A series of things are going on in an orderly manner.

As puffs of white smoke rose, the ores transported from afar, after passing through the flames, flowed into the mud molds, becoming sturdy, sharp tools......

In front of Han Cheng, some long bronze utensils were made at this time, these bronze utensils were twenty centimeters long, five centimeters wide, and two centimeters thick.

The upper part has a hole for mounting the wooden handle, and the lower part is thinner than the upper part.

This thing is the bronze scythe, in addition to the bronze sickle, the second agricultural tool made by the Qingque tribe.