After a fierce battle between humans and monkeys, a large layer of high-quality oranges fell in front of Han Cheng and others. They were big, round and juicy.

Under the leadership of Han Cheng, the unscrupulous son of God, the people of the Qingque tribe have long since mastered the skill of driving these monkeys as free labor to pick oranges on the cliffs where the light is very good but it is difficult for them to pick them by themselves. They have become very skilled.

In the past, they would throw stones directly at the monkeys, but now they would first use fur, hay and other things to pave the area to make it soft, and then they would start picking up stones and throwing them at the monkeys on the cliff to provoke them.

With these things as a buffer, a large portion of the oranges dropped by the monkeys were preserved intact.

Waste is avoided to a great extent.

Look, there are already quite a few oranges on the ground, and the group of monkeys on the cliff are also a little tired.

So Han Cheng and others ended the battle between humans and monkeys and began to pick up the oranges from the ground and put them into the baskets.

When installing, a selection was made.

Those oranges that were of good quality and intact were packed in baskets and transported back.

The oranges that were broken and had water dripping out of them were put away separately.

Except for those that were so rotten that they could no longer be eaten, the rest were packed away.

These oranges are just a little broken, or only half broken. They still have edible value, but they are not durable.

It's a pity to throw it away.

The people of the Qingque tribe are not picky about food.

Such fruits are still very good fruits in their eyes.

I still enjoyed the food while walking on the road.

But sometimes, we have to ignore the jealous look on some people's faces.

Oranges are a very tempting fruit. Many people in the tribe have suffered from oranges in the past.

When I was eating oranges, I kept thinking to myself that I must eat less to avoid making my teeth sour again.

But when I really started to eat it, I couldn't control my mouth. I took the orange and put it into my mouth one slice at a time. I couldn't stop once I started.

While eating, I would constantly comfort myself in my heart - it's not this orange, the soreness in my teeth is not caused by a single orange, eating this one should be fine...

And then... my teeth were in trouble again. They were sore and I was afraid to use force.

So much so that later, when they saw other people eating barbecue or other delicious food, those who had sour teeth and couldn't resist eating too many oranges could only watch others eating with tears in their eyes, and they could only drink a little hot soup to fill their stomachs...

But those who have good teeth will deliberately make their food taste particularly delicious.

It was as if he was eating the most delicious food in the world. He kept showing off in front of these people, making them feel itchy. But they had no choice but to drink the soup to vent their anger.

Han Cheng looked at this scene and couldn't help but find it very interesting.

Of course he found it amusing, because this meal, which mainly consisted of barbecue, was suggested by him, the unscrupulous Son of God.

It can be said that the people of the Qingque tribe are also very tired of dealing with such a son of God...

Before this, Han Cheng had asked people in the tribe to try to grow oranges in the main tribe in the north and other places, but they had never been successful.

The ending of "the orange tree in the south will not grow in the north" has not been broken.

Many of the oranges, which were originally very delicious and tasty, died after being planted in the north.

The fruits of the trees that survived were small and ugly. They looked similar to the iron fence fruit in the tribe and tasted bitter.

That's why Han Cheng deceived the monkeys here and got so many oranges by making them fight.

On the one hand, he wanted to eat some on the way, and on the other hand, he wanted to bring these oranges to the north so that the people in the northern tribes could also taste them.

People in the south don't think these things are rare.

But in the north, people who don’t often eat oranges feel that they are different.

After all, things are valuable because they are rare.

At this time, transportation is very inconvenient. It takes a long time to travel from south to north, and there are no professionals to transport and sell these fruits.

Unlike in later generations, when transportation was so developed and many people were involved in the transportation and sale of fruits, in some years, people growing up in the north could actually eat oranges at nine cents per pound!

Moreover, this kind of orange is not the kind of orange with poor quality, but the kind of orange that tastes very good!

Such a thing is unthinkable in this day and age.

I don’t know how long it will take to experience these things.

Uh... that doesn't seem quite right.

Because the oranges that the people in the north of the Qingque tribe eat now are all brought by people moving north from the south. They are all people from their own tribe and do not need to pay for them at all.

Of course, if they were really asked to pay, they wouldn't have any money.

In this way, it can save more money than later generations...

The people of the Qingque tribe, led by Han Cheng, the unscrupulous son of God, carried goods, led horses, cattle and sheep, and traveled carefully along the way.

When they came out of the Qinling Mountains and arrived on the north side, they suddenly felt a significant drop in temperature.

When we were on the south side of the Qinling Mountains, the leaves of the trees were just beginning to turn yellow, giving a hint of autumn, but by the time we got here, autumn had already become very deep.

Looking around, the mountains and forests are all red.

Some trees have even become bald and have lost all their leaves.

It is no exaggeration to say that this huge mountain range that runs across the east and west has really single-handedly blocked the cold air and distinguished the south from the north.

It is not unreasonable for later generations to use the Qinling Mountains and the Huai River as the dividing line between the north and the south.

While marveling at the wonders of nature, Han Cheng continued to move forward with the people in the tribe and arrived at the Qinling residential area.

Junior Brother Sha and other people living in the Qinling residential area were very happy to see Han Cheng and others returning from the south.

Junior Brother Sha didn't say anything extra. He just carried his bow and a large pot of arrows, and set out from the tribe. No one knew where he went.

Not long after, Junior Brother Sha came back again.

A dozen wild geese returned with him.

Of course, these wild geese had all died by this time, otherwise they would not have been so obedient.

As time goes by, Junior Brother Sha, who is already very talented in archery, has not only not regressed in his archery skills, but has become even more proficient.

When they saw him coming back with the wild goose, someone immediately went up to pick up the goose and took it aside to pluck its feathers.

The wild goose's clothes were taken off very skillfully, which was the real plucking of the goose's feathers.

Then the body will be disemboweled and further processed.

While these people were doing these things, the big iron pot in the Qinling residential area was also set up and cleaned up.

It wasn't long before the flames started.

The geese that had been plucked, gutted and cleaned were also chopped into pieces, stir-fried with some seasonings, and then water was added and stewed in a large iron pot over high heat.

Now, the people in the Qingque tribe have mastered the use of iron pots as cooking utensils.

After a while, the delicious iron pot stewed wild goose was ready.

Junior Brother Sha greeted Han Cheng and others with a smile, asking them to come over and taste the food.

Han Cheng picked up a large piece of goose meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste it.

It tastes delicious, the meat is delicate and chewy, with a mellow aroma and a very good taste.

The wild goose stewed in an iron pot is even more delicious than the one Han Cheng had eaten in later generations.

Of course, the most important thing is that the meat of wild geese is better than that of farmed geese in later generations.

Another reason is that Junior Brother Sha is very good at archery, and when he has nothing to do, he wants to find something to practice with.

At this time, wild geese, which are large in size, have a lot of meat and taste very good, will easily become the main targets of attack.

Under such circumstances, it is hard to imagine that the iron pot stewed wild goose made by Junior Brother Sha would be not delicious.

This is the same as people in later generations who like to drink, they may not be very good at cooking other dishes, but they are very good at making fried peanuts.

After eating a delicious iron pot stewed wild goose, Han Cheng stayed here for more than a day.

After leaving four large baskets of oranges and some iron tools brought back from the Tieshan residential area, he set out again with his men, heading towards the main tribe from the Qinling residential area along the already built road.

There is one thing that needs special mention.

With the completion of the construction of the road from the Qinling residential area to the Qingque main tribe, four large and small tribes, totaling more than 300 people, were assimilated into the Qingque tribe without a trace while working for the Qingque tribe. After the construction of this road was completed, they chose to join the Qingque tribe and became a member of the Qingque tribe family.

Walking on this flat road and thinking about these things, Han Cheng, the son of God of the Qingque tribe, couldn't help but wonder in his heart whether he should build some more roads in other places?

This kind of thing can not only pave the way for himself, make the tribe's roads smoother and easier to walk on, but also rapidly increase the tribe's population. If he doesn't do more, he would be letting himself down and it would not be in line with his identity as the son of God of the Qingque tribe.

"Mom, eat this orange! It's delicious! Not sour at all!"

In the Green Bird tribe, Little Pea, who was in the process of changing his teeth and had lost his two front teeth, held a peeled orange in his hand, broke off a segment, put it in his mouth to taste it, and after finding that the orange was not sour but sweet, he immediately broke off another segment, grinned, with gaps in his teeth, and put the orange segment close to Sister Bai Xue's mouth, with a smile on his face.

Sister Bai Xue accepted the gift from her son, ate it, and her eyes immediately narrowed.

"Mm, it's delicious. This orange is surprisingly sweet! But you are in the process of changing your teeth. Your father said that you should eat less oranges. Even if you do eat them, try to choose those that are sweeter..."

After eating a slice of orange, Sister Snow White was so delighted that she began to talk incessantly to Little Pea.

As soon as Little Pea saw his mother and entered this state, his face immediately became bitter.

"Yeah, I see, I see..."

He agreed repeatedly.

"I'll go check where my little brother and little sister have gone. Make sure they don't run to the river!"

Having said this, he ran away, trying to escape from this nagging mother.

Han Cheng, the father, walked out of the room, smiled and gave Bai Xue a thumbs up, manually giving a thumbs up to this child bride.

"As a mother, you have the experience and methods to deal with these children!"

Han Cheng was not stingy with his praise.

After praising Sister Bai Xue like this, he walked to the door, closed it, and locked it.

Then, while praising Snow White, he picked her up and walked into the room...

Not long after, some strange, yet alluring and beautiful singing began to sound from within the tightly closed room...

Little Pea, who ran away with the orange at the speed of a fly and kept praising himself for his wit, had no idea what happened after he left and was still congratulating himself.

Sure enough, over the years, the longest road I have walked is the routine of my parents...

Today is the third day since Han Cheng returned to the main tribe after his journey.

The saying that a long separation is better than a new marriage is very true.

I believe that the person who said this at the beginning must have a very deep understanding of this and must be someone with life experience.

Otherwise, these things would not be expressed so clearly with just a few words, making people feel a strong sense of identification.

After being together for a long time, Han Cheng often becomes a little lackluster.

But this time, even though it had been three days since he returned from afar, he was still able to burst out with fiery enthusiasm.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have let Sister Bai Xue trick her son in broad daylight and create an opportunity for herself...

"Let's go over there and take a look."

After returning to the main tribe and resting for three or four days, Han Cheng was about to leave the Qingque tribe again and head somewhere else.

However, there was a big change in the people who went with him this time.

Wu, an old man in the tribe, Bai Xuemei, the child bride, as well as Little Wandou, Little Xing'er, and Little Huangdou who was already running around and starting to speak, all followed Han Cheng.

They were not going out for a trip this time, but Han Cheng wanted to see the horse farm built dozens of miles away from the main tribe...