There was some warmth in the fields around the tribe, and with the efforts of the people of the Qingque tribe, more and more land was turned over.

The moist earth is exposed to the air and carries a nice smell.

The heavy snow and cold were not without its benefits, as the layers of snow provided plenty of water to the land and froze to death many insects along the way.

It can effectively reduce the probability of pests and diseases.

The warm spring sun shone on the earth, and the still cold spring breeze shook Han Cheng's sleeves.

Han Dashenzi, who was standing with his hands in his hands, held a pen in one hand, and took a few steps back to carefully study his handwriting.

The handwriting is not good, but the meaning is very good.

In later generations, no matter how ugly the word "demolition" was, many people still wanted it to appear on their houses.

Because this word represents the prosperity of the family, it is the rich material that comes with it, and it is the confidence to drive a good car to work, and then work uncomfortably, and fire the boss squid.

With this word, after experiencing the joy of getting rich, many people will become calm, and they will be more patient and tolerant in dealing with others.

Such a word will contain far more than the 'blessing' posted on the door during the New Year's Festival.

No matter how well the 'Fu' is written, it is used upside down, and there is no such word as real.

In later generations, Han Cheng's hometown lived in an extremely remote place, and he would not be able to write such a word in the next few decades.

This is also a big reason why he has to go on a mission alone on Valentine's Day.

People are like this, the more they lack something, the rarer they are.

In later generations, Han Cheng, who was hopeless with the word 'demolition' written on the house, was here, and personally wrote such a good word on the wall of the tribe.

Although I know that even if I write it, it is useless, but sometimes looking at it still makes people feel excited.

After admiring his handwriting for a while, Han Cheng walked to the other side and continued to write the word.

While writing like this, a flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, and a very good idea arose in my mind.

If you had written a split on your own house and the houses of your neighbors before you went on a blind date, the result of the blind date might have been completely different, right?

After a flash of inspiration, all that remains is deep remorse, why didn't you think of such a good idea before?

After thinking about it with regret for a while, Han Cheng returned to the tribe with a clay pot and a big brush, looking at his son who was sitting in a simple baby walker from time to time, and Bai Xuemei who was pushing the walker, Han Cheng shook his head and threw all the messy thoughts out of his mind.

Fortunately, no one liked him before, otherwise he would have had a lot more worries in this era.

Thinking like this, he snorted again, no woman took a fancy to him in the future life, and now he is a fragrant bait, he only needs to say a word by himself, and the women in the tribe can take turns to squeeze him dry.

After criticizing the women who had been on a blind date with him in later generations, Han Cheng walked over with a smile and teased his fat son.

Coming to the front and looking at the black ink on his hands, Han Cheng's heart moved, and then he began to dress up the little pea.

Under Han Cheng's delicate service, a little old man wearing open crotch pants and sitting in a walker was already freshly baked.

Bai Xuemei couldn't laugh anymore on the side, the whole person squatted on the ground, pressed one hand on her stomach, and laughed with tears.

It was not easy to stop the laughter, and when he looked up at the little pea sitting in the stroller with an ignorant face, he immediately covered his stomach and laughed again.

Han Cheng, who had a black hand, was also happy to stand aside and watch.

Well, this pair is really mom and dad.

If you have a baby, you don't have to play around, it will be meaningless.

Looking at the little pea like the little old man, Han Cheng, who couldn't close his mouth, thought about it quite complacently in his heart......

Time passed little by little in the labor of everyone, and seeing that it was almost dark, the senior brother who led the people to work in the fields knocked on the bang in his hand.

When the people who had worked all day heard this sound, some of them immediately put away the tools in their hands and carried them back.

Some people looked at the little land left in front of them, and made up a few more picks here, and dug them up before going back.

As the leader, and the core part of the Blue Sparrow Tribe, the senior brother undoubtedly loves to do work even more.

Although he rang the bangzi, he waited until everyone was almost gone, and then he carried his tools and followed everyone back.

Don't underestimate the effort of this moment, after many years, the senior brother has to turn over a lot more ground than the person who walks back when he hears the sound of the stick.

"What's wrong?"

The elder brother who walked behind walked for a while with his tools, and found that the person who had taken the first step before did not return directly to the courtyard as before, but stopped in front of the gate, stood there and gathered around, and kept pointing near the gate.

The senior brother, who didn't understand what was going on, couldn't help muttering, and then stepped forward to inspect the situation.

Under the circumstance that Han Chengde's intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor five hands grasped together, especially under the terrifying suppression of the ruler and the punishment of copying, the people of the Qingque tribe can more or less recognize some words.

At this time, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to read, someone has already begun to consciously chant for everyone.

"Demolition? What does that mean? ”

The senior brother muttered this word in his mouth, just like the rest of the people, he was confused.

When they heard that it was written by the Son of God, the crowd was even more confused, and they did not know what it meant for the Son of God to suddenly write such a word on the wall of the courtyard.

There was an old man from the Qingque tribe who was farming with beans in the crowd today, and after thinking about it, he immediately said some of the things that Shenzi said today.

As a result, the people who were already stunned suddenly became even more confused, and such a good wall had to be demolished?

Unlike Han Cheng, who couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the word 'demolition' appear on his house, everyone in the tribe was full of astonishment and some panic.

Han Cheng, who watched this scene, couldn't help but sniffle again.

The effect of the word 'demolition' appearing at the gate was quickly reflected, and when he had dinner in the evening, many people came to him, but they didn't want Han Cheng to tear down the wall.

After dinner, Senior Brother and the others went to find Han Cheng one after another.

"Do a good job of spring ploughing first, this thing will be talked about later!"

After rounds of bombardment, Han Dashenzi finally couldn't stand it anymore, raised his feet on the buttocks of several people in the house, kicked them twice, and drove them out.

Of course, he has reason to be angry about this, and waves of people come here, but most of them can't say anything after they come, just blink their eyes and look at you with a very innocent look, as if you had eaten his leg of mutton.

It's good that there are a few such people, but it's a little uncomfortable to come too much.

Han Dashenzi went crazy, and the house was immediately clean.

"Damn, it seems that if you don't come up with some real skills, it won't be possible for you short-sighted guys to increase your knowledge!"

Han Cheng, who was depressed, sniffled and was holding back his big move......

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