During the season when rape flowers were in full bloom, Uncle Lu, an old deer from the Qingque tribe, was carried out of the room on a rack by the people of the Qingque tribe under Han Cheng's order.

Above the sky, warm sunlight shines down, illuminating the world.

Even some not-so-good things seem a lot brighter when viewed at this time.

Uncle Deer was carried out of the room, holding up his big head and looking around.

After looking for a while, he started calling out again.

While shouting, its mouth was facing the salt mountain.

Han Cheng understood what it was thinking, so he had someone carefully lift it up and bring it to the front of the salt mountain, next to the rock where it had often practiced its tongue a few days ago.

Uncle Lu's mood seemed much more stable.

It stretched its head forward, put its mouth close to the rock, and began to practice wiggling its tongue.

But the movement and speed are far, far worse than before.

"Yo-yo! Yo-yo!"

After a while, Uncle Deer started barking again.

The people around didn't know what Uncle Lu meant, so they all turned their eyes to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng stood here, silent for a while, then turned and walked towards the rapeseed field not too far away.

He picked up some relatively tender green rapeseed leaves from there, and found some fresh and juicy green grass, put the two together, and walked to Uncle Deer with them in his hands.

Then the rape leaves and green grass were sent to Uncle Deer's mouth in batches.

The whole deer looks more energetic.

It slowly ate the rapeseed and grass that Han Cheng brought, and it looked very happy.

After a while, Uncle Deer actually ate all the green grass that Han Cheng brought.

After eating, Uncle Lu still hadn't forgotten how to tease Han Cheng.

Even though it had come to this, he still stretched his head towards Han Cheng, wanting to do something to him.

However, its body had been held up by the frame, and it had no strength at all. This movement, which was usually very smooth, seemed particularly difficult at this moment.

In the past, Han Cheng, who was disgusted by Uncle Lu's shameless behavior, did not say much when he saw this. Instead, he took the initiative to walk forward, half squatted, and moved his head to the side.

This made the shameless guy Uncle Lu scream twice.

“Yo yo!”

“Yo yo!”

Uncle Lu seemed very happy about Han Cheng's self-conscious behavior and his own success.

He called out to Han Cheng and even habitually turned up the upper part of his mouth, revealing his big yellow teeth.

Han Cheng, who would have been unable to resist slapping Uncle Lu in the face when he saw this scene in the past, did not move at this time. Instead, he looked rather depressed...

Uncle Lu went anyway.

On this beautiful spring day, on the edge of the salt mountain where it liked to practice its tongue, in the presence of many people and accompanied by Han Cheng, the two-legged beast, it left completely.

This guy, who met Han Cheng a long time ago and brought a large amount of wealth and labor to the Qingque tribe, just left like that.

When it left, it didn't seem to be in much pain, and the whole deer was very calm.

Han Cheng had been mentally prepared for Uncle Lu's departure for some time, even though he was reluctant and didn't want it to happen.

However, this day really came and this thing happened right before my eyes. I looked at the extremely wretched deer that used to lie there quietly.

No matter how you call it, how you ask it, or what you do to it, it just lies there quietly and ignores you. Han Cheng still can't help feeling sad.

Han Dashenzi, who was quite concerned about his image, couldn't hold back his tears this time. In front of so many people, he looked at Uncle Lu lying motionless on the ground and burst into tears.

Later on, I even cried out loud.

Birth, aging, sickness, death, love and separation, long-lasting hatred, cannot obtain, cannot let go.

These eight sufferings of life will always exist in the world, in people’s hearts, and accompany people.

It is precisely because of these emotions that people can be called human beings.

The world will become more emotional and not so cold.

Uncle Lu was buried three days later.

The location is on the hillside not far behind the Qingque main tribe, adjacent to the burial place of General Fu.

In the past, these two guys were old rivals. Now that both of them have passed away, Han Cheng has once again arranged them together so that they will have companionship in the future and will not be alone.

Although Han Cheng is not superstitious, at this time, he still sent his most loyal wishes to the two guys.

I hope that after they pass away, they can still accompany each other as they did when they were alive, so I'll practice a few skills when I have time.

Han Cheng, with red eyes, took another deep look at Uncle Lu, who was lying quietly on his side in the pit, accompanied by some rape flowers, green grass and rocks of the salt mountain, and took a deep breath.

Then he picked up the shovel in his hand, scooped up the soil and covered it.

As a shovel of dirt fell, tears began to fall from Han Cheng's eyes, even though he had stopped crying...

"You all go back, I'll sit here alone for a while."

After burying Uncle Lu, Han Cheng stood quietly there, staring at the new and old graves. After looking for a while, he turned around, tried to smile, and spoke to everyone present.

Sister Bai Xue, Senior Brother and others are not very confident about Han Cheng.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded to them: "It's okay."

Some people wanted to say something, but were pulled away by Wu.

Before leaving, Wu reached out and patted Han Cheng on the shoulder...

Soon, Han Cheng was the only one left on the entire hillside.

He didn't care whether his clothes were dirty or not, he just sat down here, between the two new and old graves.

"You all just have such a short lifespan. How long has it been? You've already left one by one!

Obviously, life in the tribe is getting better and better, but you can't enjoy this blessing.

It would be good if you guys left, and it would be over once and for all. There is still so much time left, but what should I do?"

Under the warm sunshine, Han Cheng was talking to the two grave mounds.

That arrogant guy, Uncle Lu, can no longer express his disdain for Han Cheng by making yo-yo sounds, snorting, raising his head, etc. as he did before.

Fu Jiang, the lackey, could no longer act like a spoiled child like he used to, rubbing his furry body against Han Cheng's ankles.

“You two guys are together again now, so you should get along well with each other in the future and don’t fight for no reason.

I'm not with you, no one will help you fight..."

Han Cheng's emotions had stabilized, but as he spoke, he couldn't help but choke up again...

Time passed by little by little, the sun in the sky slowly disappeared, and dusk soon fell.

Han Cheng sat quietly between the two graves and had been silent for a very long time.

He just sat there quietly, accompanying these two guys who were said to be pets but were actually old friends...

When dusk completely enveloped the sky and earth, Han Cheng patted the two graves beside him and stood up.

"I'm leaving now. You two stay here. If you don't go back, your family will be worried."

Han Cheng muttered this to the two guys who could no longer hear him, then walked down the hillside step by step.

Although he wanted to stay here for a while longer, at this moment, he didn't want to leave at all.

But thinking of the women and children in the tribe, he stood up without hesitation and walked towards the tribe.

Perhaps, this is what human growth is all about!

Along with the pain, people gradually begin to stop being willful, and are able to control their emotions, hold back their sadness, and do what they should do...

Before Han Cheng walked back to the main tribe, he met Sister Bai Xue who was walking with Little Wandou and Little Xing'er.

When they saw Han Cheng, several people who were obviously holding their breath all breathed a sigh of relief.

“Brother Cheng!”

"dad!"

After seeing Han Cheng, these people shouted out loud and quickened their pace to meet them with concern and joy.

Han Cheng bent down and picked up the youngest little Huangdou. He then reached out and touched the heads of Bai Xuemei, Xiao Xing'er, and others. He forced a smile and said to them, "I'm back. Let's go! Let's go home!"

When Sister Bai Xue saw this, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed all over.

What he feared most was that Brother Cheng would become extremely miserable, just like when Fu Jiang passed away...

In the spring of the seventeenth year of Qingque, Uncle Lu passed away.

There are now more than nine hundred deer in the tribe.

Uncle Lu only accounts for a very small part of it.

However, after its death, Han Cheng felt that the entire deer pen became empty.

In the past, people who would go to the deer enclosure when they had nothing to do would not go there again for half a month after burying the old deer...

In a place far away from the Qingque tribe, the leader of the mountain tribe was doing something with some people.

The leader of the mountain tribe at this time was different from before.

Taking some people with him, the leader of the mountain tribe continued to flee towards the northwest, and he himself didn't know how far he had gone.

However, after this escape, the number of people following the leader of the mountain tribe not only did not decrease, but increased instead.

Moreover, around the leader of the mountain tribe, there were not only men, but also some women and children.

These were the spoils they took on their escape.

At this time, the leader of the mountain tribe was doing some strange things with some people.

At this moment, they are collecting some fruits.

To say it is fruit is not entirely accurate.

Because people generally think of fruits as those that grow on trees.

However, the fruits collected by the mountain tribe leaders and others at this time did not grow on trees, but grew on the ground like grass.

In the eyes of the mountain tribe leader, this thing is indeed just a kind of grass.

And what they collected were the seeds of this grass.

However, this kind of grass is different from ordinary grass. The seeds it produces are larger than those of ordinary grass, and it is easier to collect.

At this time, the large-scale collection of the fruits of this wild grass was not initiated by the leaders of the mountain tribes.

Instead, a large part of the food source of this tribe that originally existed here was these collected grass seeds.

This tribe was attacked by the leader of a mountain tribe, who led his men.

More than half of the men in the tribe were killed by the leader of the mountain tribe and others, and the rest accepted the rule of the leader of the mountain tribe and others.

In addition, the leader of the mountain tribe had received a lot of training in the process of managing the mountain tribe alliance. He knew how to do certain things at certain times in order to achieve better results.

After doing these cruel things, the leader of the mountain tribe did not do anything else extreme to the remaining people.

On the contrary, in their subsequent interactions, he appeared to be more merciful and compassionate, and through these means, he slowly won the hearts of these people.

By now, these people have accepted the fact that their tribe has changed its leader, and started to live a good life under the rule of the mountain tribe leader and others.

Because this place is too far away from where the tribal leader originally lived, the lifestyle is also different.

In the past, the main way of life for the people of the mountain tribe alliance who came from the grassland was to graze and eat what the livestock produced.

But the tribe they live in now relies entirely on hunting and gathering these things for a living.

It is not too accurate to say that they were collecting, because these people had obviously already mastered the basic planting techniques.

The most common fruit they grow is the one that the mountain tribe leaders and others are now collecting.

It is not easy to collect these fruits, because these fruits, which have turned yellow and withered in the summer when everything is growing hard, have many long, pointed and sharp thorns on them.

It is very prickly when collecting with hands.

The leader of the mountain tribe had eaten these fruits before, and he also knew that this was an important means of obtaining food here, so he did not think this matter was troublesome. Instead, he patiently followed those who were used to doing these things and learned how to collect these fruits.

After drying and pounding, the grass seeds with prickly shells and golden color are collected.

To be honest, the leader of the mountain tribe doesn’t really like eating this kind of fruit.

Because there is generally only one way to eat this fruit, which is to boil it using the pottery cooking utensils made by the people of this tribe.

Eat after cooking.

It's very tiring to eat.

However, this kind of fruit is very easy to harvest, and a lot of it can be collected in a not-too-long period of time.

And it is also very durable in storage.

If stored properly, it will not go bad even if kept for a year or two.

In view of the large quantity of these fruits, their long storage life and their ability to resist hunger, the leader of the mountain tribe also adapted to the local customs and worked with these people to collect and store these fruits.

Of course, the leader of the mountain tribe did not give up his old business of herding.

While collecting fruits here, the livestock are also grazed, and there are two harvests at the same time...