The heavy snow stopped, the sun broke through the clouds and shone with many rays of light.

The bright sunshine shines on the snow, illuminating the surrounding area.

Turning around and looking around, I saw white everywhere, dazzling the eyes.

On the hillside behind the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng personally placed Fu Jiang, who was in a sleeping position, into the dug pit.

There were quite a few people standing on the side.

Wu was old and it was snowing, so the slope was very slippery and Han Cheng did not let him come up.

But except Wu, the eldest brother, Heiwa, Shitou and others all came.

As the earliest dog in the tribe, Fu Jiang's status is naturally different from that of other dogs in the tribe.

As time goes by and the tribe develops, people will gradually come to feel that the old people are valuable.

The dog, who lived with everyone and witnessed the development of the tribe, also became unforgettable.

Not only people from the Qingque tribe came here, but also many dogs from the tribe.

As the first dog in the tribe, the rest of the dogs in the tribe are descendants of Fu Jiang.

Although with the subsequent development and the conscious intervention of the people in the tribe, the classification of the dogs in the tribe is not as obvious as that of the wolves outside, but this thing still exists to some extent.

At the beginning, Fu Jiang was the dog king of the tribe.

Later, when he was old, due to the intervention of Han Cheng and other people from the Qingque tribe, Fu Jiang still had considerable power over the dogs in the tribe.

Animals are also psychic, and often feel sad because of the death of their own kind.

At this time, Fu Jiang died, and many dogs from the tribe also came over.

Standing aside and looking at Fu Jiang in the pit, he let out a whining sound.

Han Cheng stood here and watched quietly for a while, then silently shoveled up a shovel of soil with a shovel and filled it into the pit.

Tietou, who was standing nearby, saw Han Cheng burying Fu Jiang and wanted to help, but was stopped by Shitou, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

After this scene, no one around wanted to lend a hand anymore.

Everyone stood here quietly, watching the Son of God shovel up dirt and fill the pit with it, amid the wailing of some dogs.

The mud fell down, and in a short while, Fu Jiang was covered by the mud and disappeared without a trace.

Han Cheng did not stop and continued to fill the soil in with a shovel.

The pit was filled and a mound of earth less than one meter high rose on it.

Han Cheng found some more stones and covered the mound with them.

While doing these things, Han Cheng never said a word.

"Let's go back. It's very cold."

After making these things, Han Cheng stood here and watched for a while, then said this to everyone present.

As he spoke, everyone present began to turn around.

After burying the lucky general, Han Cheng walked back with the shovel. He seemed very calm and not as sad as one might imagine.

He himself was somewhat surprised at his current state and reaction.

Han Cheng's reaction made Shitou, the eldest brother and other elders of the Qingque tribe feel somewhat relieved.

As the elders of the tribe, they knew that the Son of God was a nostalgic person, and they also knew how high a status the lucky general, who had just died and was buried by the Son of God himself, held in his heart.

Han Cheng returned to the courtyard of the tribe, put down the shovel in his hand, washed his hands and face with hot water, stayed here for a while, and then returned to the room.

As he walked through the front door and headed towards the bedroom, Han Cheng couldn't help but glance behind the door.

Behind the door is Fu Jiang's doghouse, which is still padded with straw and worn leather.

When the weather gets cold, Fujiang likes to lie in the doghouse.

Now, the doghouse is completely empty, without a single dog.

The dog that used to run out and jump to greet him as soon as it heard his footsteps is gone.

The dog that had followed me since childhood, that I had raised, that had accompanied me for so many years, was really gone, and had left me completely!

It was not until this time that Han Chengcai woke up as if from a dream and completely realized this cruel fact.

My emotions suddenly got out of control at this moment and tears welled up in my eyes.

Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty doghouse, tears streaming down his face.

Sister Bai Xue came back from outside with her three children. When she saw Han Cheng's condition, she was stunned.

In her impression, Brother Cheng has never cried.

Brother Cheng has always been a very amazing person. He knows a lot, as if nothing can stump him.

But now, Brother Cheng was actually crying!

Crying like a helpless child.

After standing there in a daze for a while, Bai Xue, who seemed at a loss, walked out of the room with her three children, closed the door, and left this space alone to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty doghouse, feeling overwhelmed with grief and tears streaming down his face.

After a long while, my mood gradually calmed down and my tears stopped.

After wiping his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand and looking at the empty doghouse, Han Cheng let out a long breath...

After burying General Fu, Han Cheng always felt empty in the following time.

Sometimes there are auditory hallucinations or fantasies.

When sitting in the house, I would imagine that Fu Jiang was outside the house interacting with the stupid deer, Uncle Deer.

Walking out of the house and arriving at the deer pen, the lucky general as imagined was not there. Instead, there was only an old deer who also looked old but still seemed to be in good spirits, climbing onto the back of a female deer in a somewhat shameless manner.

When sitting outside, you will feel that Fujiang is lying in the doghouse in the house.

However, when Han Cheng couldn't help but walk in, he was faced with the empty doghouse...

When I was sleeping at night, I sometimes woke up from my sleep and seemed to hear Fu Jiang's call vaguely.

Even though Han Cheng clearly knew that General Fu was really dead and would never come back, sometimes he still couldn't help but get up, open the door and take a look...

The sky, which had been gloomy for quite some time, suddenly cleared up again.

Han Cheng sat on a chair against the wall in front of his house, holding his youngest son in his arms.

The sunshine, which seemed so precious in winter, fell on him and the child in his arms, making them feel warm.

Han Cheng looked up at the hill behind the tribe, which was also covered with a layer of snow.

The place where Fu Jiang was buried was also covered by heavy snow and its location could not be seen.

In the winter of the fifteenth year of Qingque, Han Cheng was not having a good time. He was in a bad mood and always felt empty...

Just because Han Cheng is in a bad mood doesn't mean that other people will feel bad too.

The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe was in a particularly good mood.

Compared to the Qingque tribe which is further north, winter comes later in the Pegasus tribe which is further south.

However, the weather had become extremely cold at this time, with heavy snow covering the fields, and everything was white.

Because of the shelter of the mountains, the valley is not as cold as outside.

There is even a lot of green grass in many places.

A large number of livestock filled this spacious valley. Under the supervision of some people, these livestock greedily ate the grass which was particularly precious at this time of year.

There seem to be more livestock such as cattle, sheep, and horses than last winter!

Inside the tent, which was built by connecting pieces of leather together, there was a fire pit with flames burning in it.

The fuel used was not common grass and trees, but dried cow dung and horse dung.

This thing is both a fertilizer and an excellent fuel.

At least on grasslands where there is a lack of dry firewood such as trees, it is an exceptionally useful fuel.

Dried cow dung is particularly resistant to burning. You can light some of it and ignore it for a long time without worrying about the flame going out because the fuel has burned out.

It's perfect for heating.

Inside the warm tent, the chief of the Pegasus tribe sat by the fire pit, eating a golden roasted leg of lamb in his hand.

There were a few people around him, and they were also eating the roasted meat.

The mutton roasted with pieces of dry cow dung tasted particularly delicious. At least most of the people present were particularly intoxicated by the food.

There was a circle of stones surrounding the fire pit, and on top of the stones was an irregular ceramic basin, which contained half a basin of mare's milk.

At this time, it has been heated by the fire, and it is churning in the middle. There is a layer of cream on the surface, which is steaming hot and looks particularly appetizing.

The atmosphere in the tent was very good. Everyone was talking and laughing, looking very happy.

Everyone present had status in the Pegasus tribe, and most of them were men.

In the Pegasus tribe, women are in a disadvantaged position, which has a lot to do with their living environment.

The main activity on the grassland is grazing, and the environment is harsh. Not only do people have to face wild beasts, but they often have to guard against conflicts with other tribes.

In such a situation, strong men naturally have the advantage.

But there are exceptions.

For example, in this tent of the Pegasus tribe, there is a woman, and this woman has a very high status.

When the top leaders of the Pegasus tribe gathered together, her status was far higher than that of many men in the same tent!

Only the chief of the Pegasus tribe could suppress her, and the rest of the people of the Pegasus tribe were left far behind by her.

This person was none other than the former witch of the Red Tiger tribe.

"es￥..."

The atmosphere in the tent was extremely lively. Everyone was munching on the delicious roasted mutton and talking happily, freely and flamboyantly.

"well"

In such a warm atmosphere, such an untimely sigh was heard.

The noseless witch of the Red Tiger tribe sighed and dropped the leg of lamb in her hand, looking uninterested.

Such a sigh seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

If someone else made such a sigh at this time, the chief of the Pegasus tribe would definitely be angry and beat up this spoilsport guy.

But the person who sighed was a witch from the Red Tiger Tribe, so the result would naturally be different.

The sigh of the Red Tiger Tribe witch attracted the attention of everyone in the tent.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at this smart and kind woman.

Those who have good observation skills will notice the particularly plump leg of lamb in the hand of the witch of the Red Tiger tribe, which has not been eaten even once.

"￥e……?"

The chief of the Pegasus tribe, with a greasy mouth, spoke first.

He was asking the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe what was wrong and why they only ate so little. Was it because the food was not roasted well and did not taste good?

"￥se..."

To the surprise of many people in the tent, after hearing the questions asked by the chief of the Pegasus tribe, the noseless witch of the Red Tiger tribe actually nodded and acknowledged the matter.

Such a thing shocked everyone present.

Because in their understanding, the best meat on the sheep is leg meat.

Especially the lamb legs roasted with cow dung, so tender!

No food can compare!

However, now, there are people who think that this roasted lamb leg is not tasty...

this……

This really shocked them...

"￥r..."

The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe continued to speak, explaining the matter.

As she spoke, the eyes of the people present became strange.

Looking at the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

The reason for this is that the Red Tiger Tribe's witch had just revealed to them something extremely surprising.

Just now, the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe told them that there was something extremely magical in the place where her original tribe lived.

Put this stuff on food and it will taste many times better!

Even the worst meat, if you put some of that stuff on it after roasting, will taste better than this roasted lamb leg.

While saying this, the witch of the Red Tiger tribe revealed an expression that was obviously intoxicated.

"￥ee..."

She said this in a manner that seemed particularly intoxicated.

What she meant was that how great it would be if she could eat such food again, bring such food to the people in the tribe, and let everyone in the tribe taste this food!

Listening to what the witch of the Red Tiger tribe said and looking at her intoxicated expression, everyone present swallowed their saliva and looked at the roasted mutton in their hands. They felt that this extremely delicious thing in their hands suddenly didn't smell as good as it used to...