The sunlight diffuses, the dead leaves wither, and the slight sound of falling to the ground carries a kind of quiet beauty of death.

"Whoa!"

The dough that had been standing on the branches and waiting for the gentleman to pick and wait was hot, and the fruit full of honey could not hold on any longer, and as long as a gust of wind blew, it was like an electric shock, and a standing unsteadily planted the branch, and fell out of the belly full of juice.

This strange sound broke the unique quiet beauty.

"Rustle, rustle......"

The sound seemed to have turned on a switch, and since then, the forest has not been at peace.

As the rustling grew closer and louder, a group of primitive people wrapped in fur, carrying picks and holding weapons appeared next to the orchard.

Seeing the fallen fruits all over the ground, the senior brother showed a look of pity in his eyes, and then there was a kind of relaxation.

He did not rush into this large orchard, but led people around the orchard, looking around vigilantly as he turned.

After a circle, the senior brother can be regarded as truly relaxed.

A large amount of fruit had fallen from the ground, and no newly broken branches had been found, all of which meant that no one had visited the orchard before them.

"Pick!"

After confirming the safety, the senior brother gave an order, and everyone put down their weapons and acted quickly to start picking fruits.

The leader of the original pig tribe Yan held a stone spear and a stone tightly in his hand, and looked around with reddish eyes.

The senior brother noticed the strangeness of the mourner, walked over and patted the mourner on the shoulder, and said, "We all remember!" ”

After a while, he exhaled unwillingly, nodded vigorously to the senior brother in front of him, put down the stone spear and stones, and began to pick fruits with the others.

Although it was basically certain that the evil tribe that had suffered a great loss at the hands of his tribe would not come to this orchard again, the senior brother still did not take it too lightly, and after collecting enough fruits, everyone transported them to the tribe together, trying not to disperse.

The appearance of hooks and rafters makes it easier and faster to transport the fruit than the clay pots and flat poles with ropes used last year.

Even if this method is adopted, it is far more efficient than the original use of animal skins to transport them to the tribe one by one.

"Dang!"

A stone struck the trunk of a tree, bounced, and rolled into the dead grass beside it, and a beast that had not seen its appearance was frightened, and staggered into the grass, only to see the grass shake for a while, and it was gone......

"Run fast!"

The second senior brother who was carrying the burden beside him looked at the grass waves that slipped away and finally calmed down, said out loud, took back his left hand that was holding a stone as a gesture, and then continued to walk with the pick.

In addition to the full fruit, there were several small prey, one of which had a large tail, and it was a squirrel that liked to bury things in the ground.

The people of the tribe seemed a little excited, for they had seen a lot more prey along the way than they had been hunting before.

It seems that the rabbit trap made by the Son of God can be lowered further away from the tribe.

Predictably, it will be another good harvest!

It's really strange to say this, when the tribe was short of food and clothing, these prey didn't know where to hide, but now that life in the tribe is better and there is enough food, these guys have all run out.

The elder brother and the others walked back with the fruit, and talked about the doubts in their hearts from time to time, and vaguely came to a kind of cognition that the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer.

Han Cheng couldn't help but smile when he saw the little prey that Senior Brother and the others had caught on the way back and forth to pick fruits, and heard their doubts about this abnormal phenomenon.

In the past two years, the Qingque tribe has devoted itself to construction, and basically rarely goes out to hunt, and without such a large group of predators, they will naturally increase in number when they get the opportunity to reproduce.

In particular, the number of several animals that the blue finch tribe used to catch on a regular basis has grown even faster.

It's good that when you have time to free up your hands, you can go hunting again, and you will definitely get a full harvest.

The orchard is not too far from the Qingque tribe, and now the number of people picking fruit has increased by nearly half, coupled with the improvement of transportation, it does not take a few days for a lot of fruit to be piled up in the cave and inside.

Han Cheng climbed the ladder up the high low wall, and stood on it to look at the woods that looked too thin and bright after the dead leaves withered in the distance, and felt that he needed to go out too.

Not to go on an autumn tour, but to the mulberry tree.

Regarding silkworms, even though there is a lot of soft fur after nitrate, and the obsession with using silk to make pants is much smaller, Han Cheng still hasn't forgotten it.

Because it's a treasure indeed.

As a Chinese, now that he has come to this time, if it is possible, he will naturally get the silkworms out.

Bare trees, withered yellow leaves all over the ground, grass struggling not to die...... The power of the autumn wind is vividly displayed.

The bleak scene is a withered yellow, desolate scene, and people can't help but feel depressed.

Fu Jiang was much more poetic than his master, who wore animal skins and held a stick in his hand and whipped indiscriminately as he walked, or at least he felt the loneliness.

In the past, it liked to run around as soon as it came out of the tribe, but now it is walking on this piece of dry yellow, looking very melancholy.

Han Cheng, who was thinking about the silkworm, didn't notice the sudden change of nature of the lucky general, and just walked forward with the basket and waving the stick.

Even Han Cheng, the person closest to Fu Jiang, did not notice its unusualness, and those who followed it and paid attention to the movements around him could not detect its melancholy.

Han Cheng always thought that he was ruthless enough, but now compared with Qiu Feng, it is really not worth mentioning.

At least the pheasants in the tribe that were raised in captivity could still leave some feathers to cover their shame after passing through Han Cheng's hands, but the mulberry trees in front of them had been picked up by the autumn wind......

Looking up at the bare branch, Han Cheng's gaze searched it inch by inch.

The rest of the people, at the command of the Son of God, also looked up in unison to find something they did not know what it looked like.

Fu Jiang also stood under the tree, raised his eyes, which were not too good, and looked up with his master, looking melancholy at the shattered sky divided by bare branches.

A gust of wind blew, and the melancholy Fu Jiang's eyes lit up very personically, and it seemed that the spirit came all of a sudden.

It stood with its head sideways, in the direction the wind was blowing, its nostrils moving.

After a short while, he took a step towards that direction.

After walking for a while and looking back at its owner, who was still looking up to the sky and sighing, and did not notice it, he stood still for a while, as if he was hesitating about something, but finally he went in the direction where the wind was blowing, and gradually drifted away, obscured by shrubs and trees, and completely disappeared......

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