Han Cheng still craned his neck to search the branches inch by inch. After looking up for so long, his neck became stiff and his head felt dizzy.

Should we postpone the silkworm breeding any further?

This mulberry forest was not very large, with a total of 28 trees with roots larger than the diameter of a bowl. He had already looked through more than half of it, but still could not find any trace of the cocoons.

He lowered his head, stretched his stiff neck, and thought with some disappointment in his heart.

Why did this guy Fu Jiang disappear?

He looked around but didn't see any sign of Fu Jiang. He was a little confused and was about to call out to him.

"Son of God! Look!"

Mu Tou's surprised voice suddenly sounded at this time. Han Cheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw Mu Tou pointing to the sky with one hand under a mulberry tree as thick as a bowl, his face facing him, with a look of surprise on his face.

This guy Fu Jiang loves to run like crazy when he comes out. He has disappeared before, but he will come back on his own after running for a while.

With such a precedent, Han Cheng didn't think much about it this time. Seeing Mu Tou's expression, he knew that the matter with the silkworms was most likely to have a result.

He immediately hurried to Mu Tou and completely forgot about summoning the lucky general.

"look."

Mu Tou pointed to a place above and spoke again.

Han Cheng looked in the direction he pointed and searched for a while before he saw a small thing hanging on a branch.

The thing was not big, probably not even as thick as his little finger, and was in the shape of an oval stick.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s been hanging on the tree branch for too long, and has been exposed to wind and sun, but the skin has turned dark brown.

As the wind blew, it swayed, looking like a hanged ghost that was not completely dead.

Han Cheng was delighted. It must be this thing!

He didn't need anyone to help him at the moment. He hugged the tree and climbed up. He grabbed the branch with the "hanged man" on it and broke it with his hands.

When I pulled up the branch, I was surprised to find that there were two silk cocoons hanging on the end of the branch, like hanged men.

Without waiting to get down from the tree, he put the branch with the cocoon in front of his eyes and looked at it impatiently.

Han Cheng was not unfamiliar with silkworms, as he had raised them for fun when he was a child. Sometimes he would put two or three of them in an empty matchbox and bring them to school. He would not help but secretly take a few glances at them during class.

Han Cheng looked at the cocoon in front of him that had spanned who knows how many tens of thousands of years. After the initial surprise, he was disappointed.

Because compared with the cocoons produced by the silkworms he had raised in his childhood, the cocoons produced by these silkworms were much smaller.

Moreover, the cocoon is very thin and will deflate if you squeeze it slightly with your hands.

I don’t know if five cocoons like this can produce as much silk as one cocoon in later generations.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile. It was already very good to be able to find silk cocoons at this time. Why should he be so particular?

It takes who knows how many generations for the silkworms of later generations to be bred. How can we compare them with the wild silkworms that have been bred for who knows how many tens of thousands of years?

Of course, even though I thought this way, I couldn't help feeling disappointed, because it meant that the silkworms had to be cultivated slowly just like rapeseed, millet, and pheasants.

Han Cheng slid down the tree holding the branch with the cocoons in his hand. He pulled off a cocoon with force and turned it over. One end of the cocoon was broken and the broken part was a little black.

As expected, the silkworm pupae inside disappeared, leaving only some dried and broken skins inside. They must have already emerged as moths, and after the **, they completely ascended to heaven.

Han Cheng sniffed. It seemed that he would have to wait until next spring to continue looking for silkworms...

Before, I only thought that there would be cocoons left in the autumn, but I forgot that once the silkworms have made cocoons, they will break out of the cocoons in a few days, accomplishing good things, or die by laying eggs.

But it’s okay, at least we have confirmed that there are indeed silkworms here. Knowing this, as long as we are willing to work hard, we will be able to find the silkworms.

Of course, it is also very likely that before the silkworms are found, they are ambushed by the killer "Yang Lazi" hiding under the green leaves.

Han Cheng looked at the three silk cocoons in his hand, then looked at the bare mulberry tree, and felt that something seemed to be wrong.

Logically speaking, given that silkworms can go through a cycle in just over a month, their reproductive capacity is definitely not lower than that of rabbits. Since there are silkworms here, the mulberry trees should be hung with many cocoons in the autumn.

But it is so rare now, which is really puzzling.

Han Cheng's confusion only lasted for a short moment, as a group of birds flapping their wings noisily across the sky and dropping things cleared up his doubts.

Looking at Mu Mu who touched his nose and angrily threw a stone at the flying bird, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing, and his doubts about the number of wild silkworms could not be increased were dispelled.

When everyone saw the joy on the Son of God's face, they all gathered around to see what the Son of God was looking for.

The experience of more than a year has taught them that anyone who is favored by the Son of God and treated so solemnly is definitely not an ordinary person!

After seeing the true appearance of this thing, the eldest brother and others couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

Obviously, he couldn't figure out what the Son of God wanted with such a thing.

Someone asked the question in his mind, and Han Cheng, who was in a good mood, smiled and said, "Making clothes."

After saying that, he pulled at the animal skin wrapped around his body and added: "Like this."

After everyone understood what Han Cheng meant, they were even more confused. This fur is very comfortable to wear, so why did the Son of God insist on using it to make clothes?

And this thing is so small, how can I wear it?

Could it be that he tied the handle of this thing with a thin rope and then wrapped it around his body in circles?

This look is too weird.

But it should be cool to wear it like this on hot days...

Some people who like to use their brains looked at the cocoons in Han Cheng's hands and began to use their imagination.

Han Cheng didn't know what this person was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely be amused.

The purpose of coming here today has been achieved, and it is time to go back.

Han Cheng was in a good mood and was about to take his men back. He turned his head and looked around, but still could not see any sign of Fu Jiang.

This playful guy.

Han Cheng thought this with a tone of reproach and affection, then he shouted:

"Lucky General~!"

The sound echoed far away in the empty forest.

After shouting twice, Han Chengli looked around, waiting for this guy who was so happy as soon as he came out to come over.

In the past, as long as Han Cheng called out a few times, Fu Jiang, who was hiding somewhere, would quickly come over at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, sticking out his tongue, wagging his tail, and jumping around Han Cheng.

However, after waiting for a long time today, I still didn't see that familiar figure.

Han Cheng's heart, which was originally very relaxed, suddenly jumped and he became nervous all of a sudden.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, told himself not to think too much, and then continued to call out.

The voice was a bit louder than before, and contained a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

The leafless forest was as quiet as before. Apart from a few small animals not far away that were frightened by the sound and ran away, there was no other movement.

Han Cheng's heart was in his throat, and he asked everyone if anyone had noticed where Fu Jiang had gone and when he disappeared.

Everyone only noticed this when Han Cheng called out to Fu Jiang. They were all trying hard to think about it. However, apart from knowing that Fu Jiang had followed them here, they knew nothing else.