As mentioned last time, when the peony was pulling a big radish, because the radish was too big, the soil was too deep, and it took a lot of effort, and the leaves were almost gone, but the radish did not move at all.

However, Peony did not choose to give up, he actually dug up the soil around the radish like digging ginseng.

Seeing the hill-like mound next to the peony, I couldn't help but laugh secretly in my heart, the peony looked really cute, covered with dirt, and the handsome little face became a flower face, but he still persevered in digging there.

What I laughed at was not only his little flower face, but also that the practice of peony was fruitless. Radish is not like ginseng, the deeper the roots, the thicker the growth, the better, such radish is either light and tasteless, the taste is the same as chewing wax, or the outside is strong and dry, the color is strong and the inside, it is really good to see but not useful.

When I think back to my childhood, it's like yesterday. Mom is a master of growing turnips, and she grows a lot of turnips in the nearby forest. In order for me to have delicious turnips at all times, she planted some almost every day, and in doing so, we were able to harvest turnips every day. Theoretically, this is the case, but in reality, there are still some days when there are no turnips to harvest, and my mother feels very strange.

What's going on, you say?

There is a prize for guessing correctly.

It's a secret, a secret that only I know alone. In fact, when those radishes just broke out of the ground, revealing two small leaves, I aimed at them like a greedy worm, I would take advantage of my mother's inattention, I secretly pinched it, put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly, it tasted very good; when it grew into the thickness of a mouse's tail, the rat's tail became my snack, although there was no meat, but it was like chewing gum, who would want to eat how many calories in the stomach; when it grew like a rabbit's tail, the end of the radish world came, as the saying goes, a rabbit's tail can't grow, that's what it says; when it's time to harvest, I generally don't eat itEven if I want to eat them, I don't have them, and I usually don't let them grow until harvest time.

"Brother, come and see, what is this?" Peony's shout pulled me back from my memory.

"What is it?" I asked, standing up.

Aunt Pink also stood up.

Zhu Dinghong and Xiaoya ran over first, they were also surprised, Peony didn't answer, just looked at us with a puzzled face.

I guessed that it was indeed a cemetery. Because what surprised Peony was not anything else, but a pile of white bones.

As I explained in the previous chapters, red-haired dinosaurs would choose a barren piece of land as a public cemetery. Each tribe has its own cemetery, either one or more, which has a lot to do with the size of the tribe, the size of the cemetery, and the distribution of red-haired dinosaurs. A large tribe will have a lot of cemeteries, and a tribe is generally divided into seven brigades, and there are strips, eggs, and ten thousand under the brigade. Due to the scattered residence of some tribes, each brigade often has its own cemetery, so as to avoid the transfer of the carcasses of the red-haired dinosaurs, and if the weather is warm, it is easy to stink.

Another very important significance of being buried nearby is that it is convenient for relatives and friends to take care of. Of course, it is not the bones that are taken care of, and the bones have no emotions and six desires, so they naturally do not need to be taken care of. What needs to be tended to is the fruit tree that represents the deceased. After the bones of the red-haired dinosaur are buried, his relatives and friends will plant a fruit tree next to his bones, and the more vigorous the fruit tree, the happier and healthier the soul of the deceased, and when the fruit tree bears fruit, it means that the soul of the deceased has been reincarnated.

In this way, the relatives and friends of the deceased will often nurture the small trees very carefully, they will water the small trees, weed, loosen the soil, until the roots are deep, the body of the deceased becomes the nutrients needed by the trees, the fruit trees will grow more and more vigorously, and the originally barren land will become a productive orchard.

Therefore, every cemetery of the red-haired dinosaur must be an orchard, and every orchard is often a cemetery, and the red-haired dinosaurs rely on fruits for food all their lives, but after they die, they give themselves to the fruit trees, and turn their skin, flesh, muscles and blood into the nutrients that the trees need, and return them to the fruit trees.

In this way, the red-haired dinosaurs and the fruit trees each took what they needed, forming a benign relationship of supply and demand, and the fruit trees fed thousands of red-haired dinosaurs, so that we could live and continue from generation to generation, and the red-haired dinosaurs also dedicated themselves to the land and fruit trees that gave birth to them, making the land more and more fertile, and making the fruit trees more and more vigorous. This virtuous cycle makes our home better and better, our food supply more and more abundant, and our life happier and happier.

"Brother, no, look at this corpse ......" Peony was still puzzled.

"What's wrong with the bones?" I didn't see anything, but I could see that this was the bones of the red-haired dinosaur, the thick bones, who else could there be besides the red-haired dinosaur? Besides, the corpses of other dinosaurs were either violently corpsed in the wild, or buried in the belly of a carnivorous dinosaur, under the roots of trees, in the belly of the earth, naturally not their destination.

"Look at the position of this bone...... Peony said, pointing to the bones.

Peony has doubts in his heart, but he did not express his doubts directly in words, but guided me to observe and discover, I know, this is the exchange between smart dragons, although our interaction is not long, but we have formed a tacit understanding, this tacit understanding makes us not have to point through everything, to leave others space and time to think, thinking is troublesome, but also happy, thinking is a right, depriving others of thinking, stuffing the standard answer to others, is an immoral behavior, this is an exculpatory behaviorTo put it mildly, its strictness is far from being a moral thing.

If you think about it, if all the red-haired dinosaurs lived on standard answers from a young age, their brains would never need to think, and over time, the brains would lose the function of thinking, and from generation to generation, the red-haired dinosaurs would become animals that would only use their lower bodies to think about problems.

It seems that this skeleton is really unusual, it is far from the bones of a red-haired dinosaur in an ordinary cemetery, it must still hide some unknown secrets, in fact, this is also one of the purposes of our expedition to this forest.

Perhaps, we can find some clues from this bone, then, what Peony inadvertently dug up is not just a pile of bones, but a secret, a secret buried in the ground.