As the sun sets, the heat dissipates and the coolness rises.

The chirping birds returned to the forest, and the deer returning from grazing chirped.

In the evening, the new mounds of graves grew taller and more lonely.

Huo Er sat quietly in front of the tomb, looking at the stone tablet with cloudy eyes, and the grave pile behind the stone tablet.

In the tribe, she has the best and most intimate relationship with Huoyi.

The two are about the same age, and they handle similar things, and they have long been accustomed to each other's existence.

Now that Huo Yi has left suddenly, Huo Er's heart is empty, as if there is a lot less at once.

But compared to the past, it is still much better.

In the past, when people in the tribe died, they would set a fire to them.

It's all gone, and there's no thought at all.

Now the Son of God changed his ways, buried the dead in the earth, and erected a stone with the name engraved on it.

This makes people look forward to it more than before.

If it was placed in the past, even if he missed Huo Yi very much, Huo Er could only think about it in his heart, but now that he has this tomb, he can come here to sit for a while.

I always feel better in my heart, which makes Huo Er feel that Huo Yi has not left completely, but exists in a different way......

When it was time to eat, Han Cheng looked left and right to see if he saw Huo Er's figure, thought about it, and led a few people straight to this side.

At this time, the sky was already a little dim, and Huo Er, who was squatting there, looked even thinner and lonely against the backdrop of the mound.

The wind blew, blowing her thin, gray hair, shaking the leaves and rustling.

Looking at this scene, Han Cheng's nose was a little sour......

The days passed little by little, slowly and rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the hot summer has passed, and the autumn tiger is close behind, continuing to exude its prestige.

But in any case, autumn is autumn, and although it is still hot during the day, at night, the temperature drops.

When sleeping, if you don't cover it with a thin layer of animal skin, it will make you feel cold.

Time is a magical thing, not only bringing about a series of transformations, but also healing the pain in people's hearts.

People have gradually become accustomed to the death of Huo Yi, and when they think about it again, they will not be as sad as before, even if it is Huo Er, there are fewer times in the past.

Life is actually like this, you can't be immersed in grief and grief, and working hard is the most important thing to do.

The autumn tigers were ravaged, and when they slowly went away, the millet planted by the Qingque tribe in spring was also yellowed.

The threshing floor outside the gate had been cleared, and many sickles, as well as wooden forks, brooms, wheelbarrows, and other things had been prepared.

After a hearty meal, the people of the Qingque tribe who were sharpening their knives rushed to a golden field with the joy of a good harvest.

The sickle moved rapidly, and the millet trees that stood with their heads down slowly fell to the ground in the sound of 'piercing, piercing'.

Sweat slid down the bronzed skin, and it seemed to turn golden under the autumn sun and the reflection of the golden grain.

The sound of the wheelbarrow creaking awkward, the wooden wheels briskly ran over the newly built stone road, carrying the heavy harvest to the threshing floor......

Stalls, plays, flips, starts, and raises......

After a series of processes, the clean grains appear in front of everyone, and after drying, they are sent to the granary.

The leftover millet from last year was cleaned out, dried and stored separately, and when the time came, the old millet would be eaten first, and then the new millet would be eaten.

This year's millet of the Qingque tribe harvested more than last year.

On the one hand, the people of the Qingque tribe are more familiar with all aspects of millet planting than last year, and on the other hand, more millet is planted this year than last year.

In addition to the first 800 acres, after the rape harvest, the 100 acres of land were also planted with a crop of late millet under Han Cheng's order.

By the time the early millet was ready to be harvested in the house, the late millet was just ready to be harvested.

The yield is naturally not as good as that of early millet, but one acre of land is not much less.

The 100 acres of land planted with late millet will be fallow this winter.

Han Cheng will choose more than 100 acres of land that has not been planted with rape for this year's rape planting.

Different species have different requirements for some nutrients in the land, which is also one of the reasons why Han Cheng rotated millet and rape......

The days that seem to be very similar every day are repeated and lived with new ideas.

When the people of the Qingque tribe finished harvesting the hemp and buried it in the hemp pit, the leader of the donkey tribe also took the things exchanged from the Qingque tribe and went to a distant place to trade.

Compared with the previous high spirits, the leader of the donkey tribe at this time seemed a little silent.

There was a reason for his silence, as the trade continued, the skins of the surrounding tribes had been exchanged for precious pottery and salt.

It is not easy to easily obtain a large amount of fur on these tribes.

All he could do was to take the people of the tribe, carrying pottery and salt on their backs, and continue to go farther away, and only those tribes that had never exchanged could provide a large amount of fur.

The increasing number of trips is a big burden for the people of the donkey tribe.

It is precisely because of this that the leaders of the donkey tribe have become relatively silent......

The grass roots put a few early-ripening fruits into the straw basket behind them.

He had some scars on his body, and his nose, which was already crooked, became even more crooked.

It was the second leader of the Teng Snake tribe who beat him, and the reason for the beating was very simple.

It's been waiting here for so long, and the black tribe that the grassroots are talking about hasn't been here once.

After putting the fruit in the basket, the grass root straightened up and looked again in the direction where the black tribe had come, and all he could see was trees and weeds.

The black tribe was still nowhere to be seen, just like the herd of deer he had been waiting for.

Now, the grassroots have more expectations for that black tribe than for that group of hateful deer.

Because if the deer doesn't come, he will eat less meat at most, and if the black tribe doesn't come again, I'm afraid that in a few days, he will be beaten again.

“#￥%！”

The anxious grassroots cursed a few times, because of the crooked nose, the voice seemed a little urned,

However, after the swearing, all I could do was continue to wait......

“&*%@#！”

A man from the donkey tribe carrying three clay pots together shouted as he pointed to the front and looked a little excited.

Some of the stunned leaders of the donkey tribe hurriedly stared at it......

(Began to kick off the prelude to the snake, this plot has been conceived for a long time, it should be more exciting)