There are many things to do for one tribe to integrate into another.

The same is true when the Yu tribe joins the Qingque tribe.

But things are still proceeding in an orderly manner.

After all, the top leaders of the Qingque tribe have experienced too many such things, so they are very familiar with handling them.

In addition to the connection between the Yu Tribe and the Qingque Tribe, the people of the Yu Tribe also sincerely wanted to merge with this tribe that was once one of them, so things went very smoothly.

"Rabbit, rabbit."

"Rabbit. Rabbit."

At the edge of the rabbit circle of the Qingque tribe, the witch was throwing grass into the circle while pointing at the rabbits and muttering loudly.

The witch from the nearby Yu tribe, who now changed his name to Han Youyu, immediately followed suit with a not very clear pronunciation.

Mandarin is the only official language of the Qingque tribe, and any member of the Qingque tribe must learn to speak Mandarin. This is a mandatory requirement set by Han Cheng at this time.

Even an existence like the Yu Tribe is no exception.

After all, everyone in the Qingque tribe is speaking Mandarin, so how can you, the branches within the tribe, not speak it too?

Of course, in the Qingque tribe, Mandarin is still habitually called the language of God.

Just like the Chinese characters in the tribe are called the words of God by the people in the tribe.

Han Youyu studies very seriously.

Not only does he follow the witch around when he has nothing to do and learn the tribal language from her, he also likes to go to the Qingque tribe's unique classroom to attend classes and learn from the little kids in the tribe.

Of course, the class he attended was the tribe’s preschool class, which was specifically designed to enlighten the children in the tribe.

Han Youyu, with sparse and gray hair, sits here to attend the class. At the beginning, the teacher who teaches the knowledge can't help but feel nervous, but after experiencing this a few times, he got used to it.

I also secretly admired this old and studious man.

Because this old man, who did not know the sacred language of their tribe before, learned very quickly and was the fastest learner in this preschool class.

And just like a real student, he would complete the assignments she assigned him meticulously every time.

The children in the preschool class were quite afraid of the old man at first.

But after more contact, I am no longer afraid.

On the contrary, every time during recess, many children would gather around Han Youyu and play with him.

Han Youyu really likes children, so he plays and plays games with these preschool children.

Before I knew it, I had become the king of the children in this preschool class, with more authority than the monitor in the class...

At this time, the Qingque tribe's large sailboat set off again and headed downstream to deliver supplies to those who were building the Hukou branch tribe downstream.

These supplies included large livestock such as donkeys and cows.

Of course, it is not for the people there to eat, but to feed them and reduce the burden of labor there.

Han Cheng will never forget those people who are away from the main tribe and working hard for the tribe. He will not let the people in the tribe not even have enough food and clothing after working so much blood and sweat.

More than half a month later, the Qingque returned, bringing back some information about the Hukou branch tribe that was under construction.

For example, out of a row of twelve houses, one has been built and another is under construction.

However, the construction of the second building was much slower because a lot of manpower was used to open up the land.

Those who are currently building in Hukou said that they don’t need to live in too good a house for the time being, as long as they have a place to live that can withstand wind and rain.

The most urgent task is to open up the land so that we can plant crops in the spring of next year.

In this way, they can achieve self-sufficiency as quickly as possible and no longer need to ask the main tribe for food.

As people with hands and feet, they not only could not transport food to the main tribe, but they had to ask the main tribe for food, which made them feel particularly ashamed.

As for the construction of the Hukou sub-tribe, they plan to take time out to do it during the slack season.

We will strive to ensure that both grain production and the construction of the Hukou tribe are not delayed.

Han Cheng was very satisfied that the tribesmen sent to Hukou for construction could think and do this.

After all, this is better than what he had originally imagined.

Winter comes suddenly. After a night of howling cold wind, snowflakes fall from the sky in the morning.

Although they are just sporadic ones, they are exciting enough.

However, these excited people did not include the people from the Yu tribe who had joined the Qingque tribe not too long ago.

After the weather suddenly turned cold, the days that followed became particularly difficult to endure. Every winter would leave a particularly deep impression on them and be particularly torturous.

How can they be happy in such a situation?

And I don't understand why the people of the Green Bird Tribe can be so happy at this sad time.

However, when they gradually shifted their attention to the thick winter clothes they were wearing, and then thought back to the warm room and the hot kang, they suddenly felt relieved.

In today's circumstances, we can really put aside all worries about the cold and simply feel the joy of the first snow falling.

After realizing that they had joined the Qingque tribe and their living conditions had changed dramatically, the people from the Yuanyu tribe soon also felt this joy.

Everyone was happy, but Han Cheng, who always liked snow, did not feel any happiness this time. On the contrary, he seemed a little worried.

This is certainly not because Han Cheng did not have any good warming measures, but because there was a problem with Fu Jiang.

Since the day before yesterday, Fu Jiang has not eaten much. He always likes to lie there, looking sick and listless.

Han-sung tries to make it spirited, but his efforts fail.

Even in the past, Fu Jiang's favorite thing to do was to team up with Han Cheng and Uncle Deer to bully the little deer and steal their milk, but he has lost interest in it.

It cannot be said that there is a lack of interest, but rather that I want to do it, but I don’t have the spirit and strength to do it.

In the past, although Fu Jiang would sometimes feel a little depressed, he would never be in this state.

Facing this lucky general in this state, Han Cheng always has a hidden worry lingering in his heart.

All in all, Fu Jiang is already very old among wolves.

This thing came to Han Cheng not too long after he came to this era. After more than ten years, Han Cheng had already regarded this loyal guy as a part of the tribe.

And it is a very important component.

Humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless?

Squatting behind the door of the house he lived in, Han Cheng poured some fragrant meat porridge into a large bowl with a chip on it.

"Come on, General Fu, come and eat quickly. I spent a lot of time to cook this. The stupid deer doesn't have it, only you. Hurry up and try it."

After Han Cheng poured the meat porridge in the bowl, he called out to the lucky general lying behind the door.

Behind the door, Han Cheng built a small nest with his own hands. This small nest was Fu Jiang's residence.

Fu Jiang is a dog that pays attention to hygiene. He knows to go to the toilet when he poops or pees.

Sister Bai Xue or Han Cheng will give it a bath when it is okay, so even if its doghouse is moved behind the door, there will not be any unpleasant smell in the room.

Fu Jiang, who was lying in the doghouse, raised his head and whimpered at Han Cheng after hearing Han Cheng's words.

Then he tried to stand up and walked out.

This action, which was very common in the past, actually seemed much more difficult for Fu Jiang now.

Standing in front of Han Cheng, its body was shaking uncontrollably.

Han Cheng felt extremely distressed when he saw this, and quickly picked up the dog bowl containing food and placed it under Fu Jiang's mouth.

"Eat. Eat more food and you will feel better. Then you can continue to bully that stupid deer."

Han Cheng said this while stroking Fu Jiang's dog head, looking like he was coaxing a sick child to take medicine.

Upon hearing this, Fu Jiang obediently lowered his head and went to eat the meat porridge in the bowl.

Han Cheng couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw this.

But good times don’t last forever.

Fu Jiang only took two small bites and stopped eating.

No matter what Han Cheng said or how he persuaded him, he just ate it.

After arriving, Fu Jiang looked at Han Cheng and whimpered twice.

Han Cheng could actually see the pleading meaning in it.

After looking into Fu Jiang's eyes for a while, Han Cheng finally let out a long sigh.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Go back and rest..."

In the past, let alone porridge with minced meat, even white porridge like this would be finished in a short time.

But now.

I don’t know if he understood Han Cheng’s words or because he was too tired, but Fu Jiang soon lay down on the ground to rest.

But it didn't return to its kennel, but lay on the ground outside the kennel.

The lucky general, who was lying on the ground, was not shaking as violently as before.

Han Cheng was afraid that Fujiang would get frozen by the ground, so he picked it up with his hands and prepared to put it back into the nest.

Fu Jiang did not struggle, and let Han Cheng hold him and put him into the doghouse.

After putting Fu Jiang back into the doghouse, Han Cheng squatted there and reached out to touch Fu Jiang's head, then picked up the bowl he had brought and walked outside.

Looking up at the gray sky, scattered snowflakes fell on his face, making it feel cold.

Han Cheng's heart was as gloomy as the winter sky.

He was really worried that Fu Jiang would leave him completely because of this.

He was a nostalgic person, especially when he was facing Fu Jiang, the guy who had been with him since he came into this world not too long ago.

Han Cheng, who loves snow the most, doesn't feel happy at all when he sees the first snow of this year...

After coming to the kitchen and standing in front of the stove with charcoal for a while, Han Cheng walked out again. Not long after, he came back with some herbs in his hand.

He added some water into the pot, threw the herbs in his hand into it, covered it with a lid, then sat in front of the stove and started a fire.

Han Cheng didn't know what disease Fujiang had, but he couldn't bear to watch him go on like this.

Regardless of whether these methods are useful or not, he is going to try them.

By the time Han Cheng finished boiling the medicine and walked out of the kitchen carrying the steaming and bitter medicine bowl, the sporadic snowflakes outside had grown larger and were falling down.

The light snowflakes fell into the bowl of medicine and instantly merged with the medicine.

Han Cheng pushed the door open and walked in with the bowl of medicine in his hand. The snowflakes on his body quickly melted away.

Fu Jiang maintained the same posture as Han Cheng had carried him in. When he heard Han Cheng coming in, he raised his head and whimpered twice at Han Cheng, looking weak.

Then he lowered his head again and placed it on the ground.

The dog who used to jump up and down as soon as he saw Han Cheng again after not seeing him for a while is now very old...

Han Cheng squatted on the ground and reached out to gently stroke Fu Jiang's head.

After waiting for a while, Han Cheng reached out to touch the medicine in the bowl and found that the temperature was right, then he began to feed Fu Jiang the medicine.

The lucky general who didn't even want to eat meat porridge would naturally not drink such a bitter soup.

After many attempts of persuasion failed, Han Cheng started to force the medicine into his mouth.

He found a bamboo tube, put it into the general's mouth, and then poured the medicine in the bowl into the general's mouth through the bamboo tube.

It was not very smooth when injecting the medicine, and Sister Bai Xue came to help to get the medicine down.

After being fed the medicine, the lucky general sneezed several times in succession and shook his head a few times before he slowly began to calm down.

But it still looks rather uncomfortable.

Han Cheng carried Fu Jiang back to the doghouse, squatted there and stroked Fu Jiang's head to comfort him.

Fu Jiang, who had just been forced to drink drugs by someone, did not learn his lesson and rubbed the back of Han Cheng's hand with his dry nose.

Such an action made Han Cheng very pleased.

After guarding Fu Jiang here for a while, Han Cheng left.

Fu Jiang also fell asleep in the doghouse at this time...

I don't know if Han Cheng's desperate attempt to find a cure worked, but by the evening, Fu Jiang looked much better. When Han Cheng fed him food again, he ate half a bowl.

Compared to Fu Jiang's condition in the past few days, this is already a remarkable improvement.

Han Cheng smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu, the eldest brother, Tietou, Heiwa, Shitou and others who came to see Fu Jiang also had smiles on their faces.

As the earliest group of people in the tribe, they have deep feelings for this earliest dog in the tribe, who has grown up with them and witnessed the development and growth of the tribe. They are reluctant to let this old friend leave like this...