“Yo yo…”

Maybe because he felt unhappy about being taught a foreign language that he couldn't master and being called stupid, the little deer made a yo-yo sound.

"Don't yell like that."

Shitou's voice sounded a little anxious and serious.

"Say it with me - Stone"

"Yo Yo"

"Stone"

"Yo Yo"

Han Cheng was stunned by Shi Tou's magical operation.

This is even more excessive than what I did. I was only teaching Fujiang some languages ​​that a dog must master, but Shitou now simply doesn't treat the deer as a deer.

Compared to teaching General Fu to speak, asking Uncle Deer and the others to learn to do farm work is really forcing the deer to do something that is too much to ask!

Han Cheng held back his laughter, hunched over and left the place without disturbing Shi Tou who was preparing to popularize Mandarin among all ethnic groups.

It is said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all demons and monsters could not become spirits, but now we don't know which dynasty it is. Maybe the stone can really teach one or two monsters to speak human language.

Han Cheng thought this with great amusement.

It was not until several months later that Han Cheng found out the real intention of the stone to teach the deer to speak and to repeatedly tell the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to the deer.

By then he had returned from outside in a canoe.

“Son of God…”

On the afternoon of the third day after Han Cheng returned, Shitou came to find Han Cheng. As soon as he opened his mouth, tears fell.

Han Cheng was shocked when he saw this. What happened to this child during the time he was away? Why did he become so aggrieved?

"What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

Han Cheng asked.

He was very interested in this smart and studious guy.

"Little deer..."

Shitou said aggrievedly.

What happened? Did he get beaten by the fawn again because he drank deer milk directly?

Han Cheng was thinking this, but heard Shitou continue: "...it can't speak...I have taught it for so long, but it still can't speak..."

Talking about this, Shitou felt even more aggrieved. Tears kept falling from his eyes even though he had never cried before.

Han Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So that's what happened. It would be really scary if the deer really learned to talk by you.

If this is really the case, then I will find a high cliff to jump off and see if I can find martial arts secrets such as the Sword Manual of Exorcism, the Sunflower Manual, and the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Han Cheng was thinking this and was about to open his mouth to comfort Shi Tou, but Shi Tou's next words made Han Cheng's eyes widen instantly and he almost spit out a mouthful of hot tea.

"The fawn can't talk, and if you put on its skin, you can't fly to the sky..."

I really want to go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

Of course, this is all in the past.

Now, let us turn our gaze back from the downstream of the long river of time and continue to look at this earth shrouded in spring light.

Uncle Deer was still lured forward by the rapeseed that he could eat no matter how hard he tried. General Fu led the five furry, meaty little Fu out of the tribe and walked in the spring fields.

The five little fortunes walked with their short legs, looking around this new world curiously, like a few furry balls rolling on the ground.

Xiaofu, who has light-colored fur, stood there with his head tilted to look at a bunch of bright red flowers. He looked so cute.

After looking at it for a while, it opened its mouth with milk teeth and clumsily bit the flower, but suddenly a bird jumped out from the grass next to it, flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Xiaofu was so frightened that he fell over, screaming in panic, and staggered towards his mother on his short legs...

Almost a quarter of the field had been harrowed twice, and the soil had become loose with few large clumps of earth.

Han Cheng stopped raking the ground, then filled half of a ceramic basin with husked millet and began to spread it on the ground.

Working on this project with him is Bugs Bunny, a person Han Cheng intends to train to be an expert in agricultural planting.

Bugs Bunny is the old hand of the Green Bird Tribe. The reason why he has such a strange name is that, on the one hand, he likes to eat rabbit meat and wear clothes made of rabbit skin, and a large part of it is purely Han Cheng's bad taste.

"Make the gaps between your fingers smaller, so that you don't produce too much grain at once..."

"Sprinkle it evenly. If you see where it's not sprinkled, sprinkle a little more..."

In the moist and loose fields, the voice of Han Cheng teaching Bugs Bunny could be heard from time to time.

In order to seek development under such circumstances, all kinds of talents need to be cultivated, and agricultural planting, which is related to the fundamentals, cannot be underestimated.

After sowing the seeds, we would take Uncle Deer and a few other deer and walk through the fields with a harrow.

The dirt raised by the rake teeth will cover the grain that has fallen to the ground.

Although it is not possible to cover it completely, it is possible to cover most of it.

The weather was very good. As soon as the first crop of millet was planted, a spring rain as precious as oil fell.

As if the rain had stopped and the clouds had cleared the next day, as if it was specifically to water the grains of hope.

During this period of time, people from the Green Tribe, Sheep Tribe, and Bone Tribe also came one after another. Most of them came to get salt, and very few brought anything to exchange for pottery. Han Cheng had already expected this and did not find it strange.

The leader of the Green Tribe, taking two cans of salt that he had received for free, led his people away from the Green Bird Tribe.

Looking at the piece of land with no trees or grass, I was full of doubts.

He didn't know why this wealthy and generous tribe did such a strange thing. Why did they cut down the trees and turn the land over for no reason?

Isn't it tiring to do this? It's not as practical as hunting.

When he thought of hunting, he couldn't help but think of the group of bigger deer he had just seen in this wealthy tribe. It was really enviable.

Deer run fast and are not easy to hunt. The last time the Green Tribe ate venison was a long, long time ago.

Sprinkle salt on the roasted venison to make it taste more delicious.

The leader of the Green Tribe thought so and licked his lips involuntarily.

Suddenly, a good idea came into his mind.

Deer are not easy to catch, but there are many of them in this tribe. When the fruits are ripe, the wild grass ears around the tribe will also be ripe.

When the time comes, you can bring some more wild grass ears with you and exchange them for a deer from this tribe to eat.

After all, this tribe loves wild grass spikes so much, and the tribe's son of god is so generous, or you could say stupid...

The leader of the Green Tribe withdrew his gaze from the west of the wealthy tribe, and headed towards his own tribe with great joy in his heart, secretly admiring his own wit.

My tribe deserves to live a comfortable life with such a smart and capable leader.

Because of this thought in his mind, the leader of the Green Tribe felt very happy for a long time afterwards.