Miss Qiu's footsteps were very fast, even if Han Cheng and the others were still going down the river by boat, they were still chased by them.

At first, he didn't think that until a gust of wind blew and a tree by the river floated down a burst of yellow leaves, Han Cheng was shocked that it was so deep in autumn.

Among the yellow leaves flying like butterflies, Han Cheng and the others stopped the boat on the shore and stepped on Yau Ma Tei, which was planted with a much shabby green finch flag.

Yau Ma Tei is the new name that Han Cheng gave to this land.

There is no hemp in Yau Ma Tei, only wild hemp that has reached the height of more than one person.

Such a place should be called Wild Hemp Land.

The reason why he has such an unworthy name is related to Han Cheng.

About every writer's work will have an indissolvable, magical soul kingdom.

Mo Yan has Gaomi in Dongxiang, where blood-red sorghum grows, and Cao Wenxuan's is Yau Ma Di in the water township.

Yau Ma Tei has a primary school made of golden thatch, a mischievous and kind little boy named Sangsang, a junior high school made of red tiles and a high school made of black tiles...... There, there is the innocence of children, but also the troubles and growth of teenagers.

There is a young man who lives in the Red Gate, goes to a deserted place with his father to herd ducks because of his family's downfall, experiences a lonely journey deep into the soul, and grows up in adversity, his name is Du Xiaokang......

Before coming to the primitive society, Han Cheng preferred to read Cao Wenxuan's books, especially "Grass House" and "Red Tile and Black Tile".

When you are upset, turning the pages to the next two chapters can purify your mind and find the things that you have been lost for a long time and that you have gradually lost as you grow up and are busy......

There are a lot of wild hemp in Yau Ma Tei, and there are a lot of hemp capsules that have turned a little blackened on them, and the seeds of wild hemp are wrapped in them.

Not only do sesame seeds bloom, but so do wild seeds.

Looking at the few black wild hemp seeds in Bai Xuemei's palm, Han Cheng had a smile on his face, with this thing, there will be a lot of wild hemp around the Qingque tribe in the coming year.

A finger-thick wild hemp was uprooted by Han Cheng, and the hemp skin was peeled from the tip to the root, stopping at a distance of about twenty centimeters from the root.

Looking at the hemp skin with good toughness, a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face again, and it was not wishful thinking to make hemp rope and linen cloth.

After testing the availability of wild hemp, Han Cheng, who was full of playfulness, broke off the wild hemp stalk that looked white and tender after picking off his clothes, divided the hemp skin left on the root into three more uniform strands, and then began to rub the rope.

After a while, a whip made of wild hemp appeared in his hand.

The volley shook it hard a few times, and it made a sound much louder than a muffled fart.

"Brother Cheng, what is Wild Ma used for?"

Bai Xuemei asked Han Cheng with flashing eyes.

Han Cheng, who was holding the little whip and was fantasizing about using it to whip Bai Xuemei, immediately replied without hesitation after hearing the words of the little child's adopted daughter-in-law: "Weaving."

cloth, make a set of small neene for the little daughter-in-law. ”

With a sickle in their hands, the iron head and the others began to try to harvest wild hemp.

It's not as fast as harvesting millet and thatch, but it's reasonably fast.

However, after these wild hemp are harvested, they need to be careful when they walk from here, Han Cheng The straw shoes they wear on their feet cannot well resist the attack from the wild hemp stubble, and if they don't get it right, they will be broken and bloody.

Han Cheng and the others didn't stay here for long, and after confirming that the wild hemp was ripe, useful and could be harvested, they all returned to the boat, and then headed downstream.

It's not too late to go downstream first, find the Fire Tribe, fulfill the promise, and then come back to harvest the wild hemp.

Han Cheng didn't let the six bamboo rafts go, so he stayed in Yau Ma Tei and was firmly tied to the big tree.

At this time, it is deserted, and there is no need to worry about being stolen by anyone.

Tietou sat in the boat, looking at Yau Ma Tei, which was gradually becoming smaller, and was a little reluctant.

In fact, he wanted to stay here with the others to harvest wild hemp while waiting for the return of the Son of God.

In this way, you can not only save the pain of boating, but also speed up the work, so that you can rush back to the tribe early.

It's a pity that the Son of God disagreed, saying that it was too scattered and unsafe.

Tietou thought about it carefully and felt that what Shenzi said was very reasonable, so he didn't insist anymore.

In fact, what he didn't know was that in addition to this consideration, there were some thoughts that Han Cheng didn't say.

That is to prevent the Fire Tribe from seeing that Bai Xuemei is completely well, and will ask her to go back.

He brought more people over, so that he could be prepared to forcibly take Bai Xuemei back if something went wrong.

This is the little child's adopted daughter-in-law he recognizes, and no one can take her away from him.

A few small boats swayed down the river, bypassing Wangdong Mountain, and then sailed forward......

The leader of the Fire Tribe, with a rudimentary wooden spear in his hand, stood on a high ground, sending a sour fruit to his mouth as he looked out over the empty riverbank.

The whole fruit quickly disappeared from his mouth, and not even a single kernel was spit out.

With his free hand, he took a reddish leaf from his messy hair, looked at it in front of his eyes, and threw it away.

Many kinds of trees have begun to drop their leaves, and it has reached the autumn that the water tribe said, why haven't the people of that tribe come yet?

It's because they don't want to come because of the long distance, and they ...... Or are they all infected by the sick child of their own tribe, all ......

Thinking of this, the leader of the Fire Tribe shuddered, and he shook his head to prevent himself from thinking further.

That kind of scene is really scary.

He strongly hoped that what the people of that tribe said was true, and that they really had a way to cure this disease, which seemed incurable to him and others.

In this way, not only will the people of the water tribe not die, but their own tribe will also be able to get a cure, and they will no longer have to throw the people who have that kind of disease into the fire.

Just thinking about the past experience of his own tribe, and then thinking about the fact that the leader of the tribe was just an unreliable minor, that sense of foreboding became heavier and heavier......

There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm.

Not only later generations will think so, but primitive people will also be the same, but they can't express it so incisively.

Not only was the leader of the Fire Tribe looking forward to the arrival of the tribe from the water, but the rest of the Fire Tribe was also looking forward to the arrival of the people of that tribe.

Especially the women of the Fire Tribe.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

They didn't feel much about this before, but since they tasted the taste of being full from the Qingque tribe that time, the women of the Fire Tribe have become more and more aware that the men of their tribe are not good, and they have become more and more nostalgic for the tribe that came from the water......

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