The sunlight is diffused, and the dead leaves are falling, making subtle sounds as they hit the ground, carrying a kind of quiet beauty of death.

"Baji!"

The fruit, with its hot skin and honey-filled body, that had been standing on the branch waiting for you to pick it, could no longer hold on. A gust of wind blew past it, and it trembled like an electric shock, and fell off the branch without standing steadily, spilling out its belly full of honey.

This strange sound broke the unique tranquility and beauty.

“Rustle, rustle…”

The sound seemed to have turned on a switch, and since then, there has been no peace in the forest.

As the rustling sound got closer and louder, a group of primitive people wrapped in furs, carrying shoulder poles and holding weapons appeared next to the orchard.

Seeing the fruits scattered all over the ground, the eldest brother showed a look of pity in his eyes, and also a sense of relaxation.

He did not rush into the large orchard, but led his men around the orchard in circles, looking around vigilantly as he walked.

After going around in a circle, the eldest brother finally relaxed.

There were a lot of fallen fruits on the ground, and no newly broken branches were found, all of which showed that no one had visited this orchard before them.

“Pick it!”

After ensuring it was safe, the eldest brother gave an order and everyone put down their weapons and quickly started picking fruits.

Shang, the leader of the original pig tribe, tightly grasped a stone spear and a stone in his hand, and looked around with his slightly red eyes.

The eldest brother noticed Shang's strangeness, walked over and patted Shang on the shoulder, saying, "We all remember!"

After a while, Shang let out a reluctant breath, nodded vigorously to the senior brother in front of him, put down the stone spear and stone, and began to pick fruit with others.

Although he was basically certain that the evil tribe that had suffered a great loss at the hands of his own tribe would not come to this orchard again, the eldest brother still did not take it lightly. After collecting enough fruits, everyone transported them to the tribe together, trying not to disperse.

The emergence of hook-shaped poles and carrying poles has made transporting fruits more convenient and quicker than the clay pots with ropes and shoulder poles used last year.

Even with this method, the efficiency was much higher than the initial method of transporting the goods to the tribe in packages wrapped in animal skins.

"when!"

A stone hit the tree trunk, bounced up, and rolled into the dry grass nearby. A frightened wild animal whose appearance was not clearly seen scurried into the grass. The grass shook for a while, and then it disappeared...

“Run fast!”

The second brother, who was carrying a shoulder pole beside him, looked at the grass waves that drifted away and finally returned to calm. He said something, withdrew his left hand that was holding a stone as if to smash it, and then continued walking with the shoulder pole.

In his basket filled with fruits, there were not only a few small prey items, one of which had a big tail, and it turned out to be a squirrel that liked to bury things in the ground.

The people in the tribe seemed a little excited because they saw a lot of prey along the way, much more than when they went hunting frequently before.

It seems that the rabbit trap made by the Son of God can be placed farther away from the tribe.

It can be predicted that it will be another bumper harvest!

This is really strange. When the tribe was short of food and clothing, no one knew where these prey had hidden. Now that life in the tribe is better and food is sufficient, these guys have all run out.

As the eldest brother and others carried the fruits back, they discussed the doubts in their hearts from time to time. They vaguely came to the conclusion that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

Han Cheng saw the small prey that his senior brother and others had caught on the way to and from picking fruits, and heard their doubts about this abnormal phenomenon, and couldn't help but smile.

In the past year or two, the Qingque tribe has been concentrating on construction and has rarely gone out hunting. Without such a large group of predators, they have the opportunity to reproduce and their numbers will naturally increase significantly.

In particular, the number of several animals that the Qingque tribe used to capture frequently increased even faster.

This is good too. When I have time, I can go hunting and I will definitely get a good harvest.

The orchard is not too far from the Qingque tribe. The number of people picking fruits has increased by nearly half, and with the improvement of transportation tools, a lot of fruits are piled up in the caves in just a few days.

Han Cheng climbed up the high wall with the ladder, stood on it and looked at the woods in the distance, which looked much thinner and brighter after the dead leaves had fallen. He felt that he needed to go out for a while.

It's not an autumn outing, but a trip to the mulberry tree.

As for silkworms, even though their fur has become much softer after being processed with saltpeter, Han Cheng's obsession with using silk to make underpants has diminished a lot, but he still hasn't forgotten it.

Because this is indeed a treasure.

As a Chinese, now that I have come to this time, if possible, I naturally want to get the silkworms out.

The bare trees, the yellow fallen leaves all over the ground, the grass struggling hard not to die...all show the power of the autumn wind to the fullest.

The sight of everything is withered and yellow, and the desolate scene makes people feel depressed.

Fu Jiang is much more poetic than his master who wears animal skins and walks around with a stick in his hand, whipping things randomly. At least he feels the loneliness.

In the past, it loved to run around happily once it left the tribe, but now it was walking sadly on the withered grass, looking very depressed.

Han Cheng, who was thinking about the silkworms, did not notice Fu Jiang's sudden change of nature. He just kept walking forward, carrying the basket and waving the stick.

Even Han Cheng, the person who was closest to Fu Jiang, did not notice his unusualness. Those who followed him and whose attention was focused on the movements around him could not notice his melancholy even more.

Han Cheng always thought that he was ruthless enough, but now compared with Qiu Feng, it is really nothing.

At least the pheasants raised in the tribe still had some feathers left to cover their shame after being taken care of by Han Cheng, but the mulberry trees in front of him had been stripped bare by the autumn wind...

Looking up at the bare branches, Han Cheng's eyes searched every inch of it.

The rest of the people, after receiving the Son of God's order, all looked up, looking for something whose specific appearance they did not know.

Fu Jiang also stood under the tree. He raised his not-so-good eyes and looked up along with his master, looking melancholy at the fragmented sky that was divided by the bare branches.

A gust of wind blew, and the melancholy Fu Jiang's eyes brightened in an anthropomorphic way, as if he suddenly became energetic.

It tilted its head, stood in the direction of the wind, and its nostrils moved.

After a while, he started walking towards that direction.

After walking for a while, he looked back at his owner who was still looking up at the sky and sighing. He didn't notice him. He stood there for a while, as if hesitating about something, but finally went in the direction of the wind, gradually going farther and farther away, and was completely hidden by bushes and trees, and disappeared...

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