The snow on the ground melted bit by bit, and the thick ice on the river surface was also slowly melting. At some point, it slowly flowed downwards along the rising river water. From time to time, one could hear the sound of ice colliding with each other.

The grass roots have turned green, and some impatient grasses cannot wait to poke their tender yellow heads out of the soil, shivering in the still chilly spring breeze.

Standing on the wall of the Qingque tribe, looking around, you can see a layer of light green covering the withered yellow surroundings. It is the season when the willows are green and smoky, and the grass looks green in the distance but is not there when you get close.

In this somewhat chilly wind, the spring of Qingque's fourth year officially arrived.

The operation, which Han Cheng had been looking forward to for half a winter and had made a lot of preparations for, did not start immediately.

Firstly, it is spring now and the river water has risen a lot because of the melting ice and snow. It is not safe to sail at this time.

Secondly, the temperature has not risen yet, whether it is the air or the river water.

At this time of year, if you fall into the water, it can really cost you half your life.

In other words, now is not a suitable time to travel far away.

The third and most important point is that Han Cheng became a little hesitant.

As winter passed and spring came, after the river was opened, his original eagerness to go out and take a look suddenly became a little uneasy.

He didn't know what was waiting for him in the distance.

On the one hand, he longed for the civilized world outside, but on the other hand, he felt uneasy about it.

He didn't know what to do after discovering that there was a civilized world outside, or how to deal with the relationship with the people of the Qingque tribe.

Should I abandon the tribe and return to civilization alone, or return to the tribe? Or should I take the tribe members with me?

These things that I had thought about before but never considered deeply are weighing heavier on my mind day by day as the weather gets warmer.

Oh, human beings.

Hey, Han Cheng.

It's such a complicated thing.

As he was thinking about these things and found it difficult to make up his mind, and the external conditions were not conducive to long-distance travel, Han Cheng reluctantly postponed the decision to take a boat trip.

Let's wait a little longer, until the weather gets warmer, and then we can set off after we get the silkworms out and plant the millet.

The water will be much warmer by then, and even if the canoe flips over and falls into the water, you will be able to survive. It won't be like it is now, where you will be frozen stiff and most likely lose your life.

After making this decision in his mind, Han Cheng felt a lot more relaxed.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard a faint cry coming from behind me.

And it sounded like more than one person's voice.

Han Cheng was stunned at first, and then he began to wonder. He had been here for three years, and he had never seen anyone in the tribe cry. What happened today? Why did they suddenly start crying?

And she wasn't the only one crying. Could it be...?

As Han Cheng thought about this, he became uneasy, with some bad thoughts lingering in his mind.

He suppressed his wandering thoughts and turned to look towards the courtyard. He didn't see anyone crying, but he could tell the direction from which the crying sound came. It was coming from that row of houses!

He quickly climbed down the wall using the ladder that had already been checked and repaired, and headed quickly towards the house.

Walking around the house from a distance, a scene appeared before our eyes: Xing, Chen, Xiaomei, Xiaoli and other older minors from the Qingque tribe gathered under the eaves, and the crying sounds came from their mouths.

Seeing that they were the only ones there, and that they were not at the door or inside the house, Han Cheng felt relieved.

"What happened?"

Han Cheng asked.

“Son of God…”

When they heard the voice, they looked over and saw it was Han Cheng. Xing shouted with tears in her eyes and a crying voice.

Han Cheng shuddered slightly. He always hated women crying. Once they started crying, they would never stop, which made people feel irritated.

At this moment, seeing Xing and the others looking at him with tears in their eyes, he felt a little overwhelmed.

The point is that it’s okay for these girls to cry, but why are the boys like Chen also tearful?

Han came over to inquire about the situation, and after a while, he understood the whole story.

The root of the matter lies in the empty wooden shelf he is holding in his hands.

This wooden frame was originally used to hang wind chimes, but as the weather got warmer, the wind chimes made of icicles finally couldn't hold up and melted.

Xing and her friends particularly liked the crystal clear wind chimes that made pleasant sounds. When they saw the wind chimes melted and damaged, they couldn't hold back their sadness and burst into tears.

The boys including Chen also liked these wind chimes very much. They did not cry at first, but later they were infected by the crying of Xing and the others and started to shed tears too.

"I...I put it...into the water, and it...it still melted..."

Xiaomei sobbed and couldn't help but shed tears again.

Han Cheng was troubled. This was indeed a difficult problem. There were no refrigerators at that time and no saltpeter in the tribe. How could he create ice out of thin air?

Looking at those people who were looking at him with tears in their eyes and full of expectation, Han Cheng felt that he should not have made the wind chime in the first place.

When Xing, Chen and others saw the Son of God remaining silent, they knew that Feng Ling was beyond saving.

He and they all knew that the ice and snow would melt as the weather got warmer, but they just couldn't bear to see such beautiful wind chimes disappear.

“Son of God…”

Xing opened his mouth and said that he didn't want the wind chime anymore, but unexpectedly, the Son of God who was thinking beside him suddenly smiled and said that he could make the wind chime well.

This made them surprised and happy, and at the same time they were very curious about how the Son of God would fix the wind chime, after all, the ice had melted.

Han Cheng naturally had a solution. He asked the children to find some broken pottery pieces.

The Qingque tribe is not short of this thing, especially near the earthen kilns not far from the river.

After a while, the children picked up a small pile of pottery fragments of various sizes.

Han Chenggong mobilized them to drill holes in the pottery fragments.

The children's eyes immediately lit up when they understood what the Son of God was going to do.

Yes, they only thought about using icicles to make wind chimes, but forgot that other things can also be used to make wind chimes!

Inspired by Han Cheng, Heiwa has mastered the simple method of glazing pottery, which is to simply brush a layer of wood ash water on the clay embryo. When the pottery is fired, the surface will become very smooth.

The pottery fragments that these children found were also these shiny, glazed pieces.

The rope on the wooden rack was loose, and large and small pieces of pottery fell on it. The sound they made when they collided with each other was even more pleasant.

The children looked at the wind chimes swaying in the breeze, and they all smiled and cheered around the Son of God.

Han Cheng also smiled.