"Be careful... be careful... come back on time..."

A few white clouds were like sleeping sheep, staying in the sky for a long time and too lazy to move.

The wind blew gently, but not cold, shaking everyone's untidy hair.

During the lazy and leisurely time, a feeling of parting permeated the small river beside the Qingque tribe, enveloping these people wearing animal skins.

There was no farewell willow branch, no deep and melodious flute sounds, and no one wrote a farewell poem with ink.

But the sadness of parting is really spreading here.

Wu repeated over and over again the instructions that he had already said many times, while Huo Yi and Huo Er, two men older than Wu, wiped their tearful eyes.

Xiaomei and Xiaoli had red eyes.

The lucky general with the five little fortunes was standing on the shore and turning around in circles in a hurry.

Uncle Deer, who had been lured by Han Cheng with rapeseed to plow the ground a lot, now stretched out his long face.

Only the stone boy did not know the taste of sorrow. He looked at the Son of God eagerly, hoping that the Son of God would allow him to board the boat with him and go out to see the world.

"Keep an eye on the tribe and wait for us to come back."

Han Cheng spoke to the people on the shore.

"We will definitely be back before the end of the month."

The cables were untied, and the freed boats left the river bank one by one. Under the dual influence of the oars and the water flow, they moved away from the crowd and headed downstream.

“Wuwuwu…”

Fu Jiang opened his mouth and shouted at Han Cheng who was leaving on the boat, very anxious.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted at it.

"thump"

Seeing Han Cheng getting farther and farther away, Fu Jiang jumped into the water and chased after Han Cheng.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted to General Fu.

It was only late spring at this time, and although the water was not freezing enough to kill people, it was still very cold.

How could Fujiang listen to Han Cheng? He just kept swimming along the water.

This stupid dog!

"go back!"

Han Cheng sniffed and shouted loudly to Fu Jiang Fu Jiang who was swimming towards him with only his head sticking out of the water.

“Oh…”

“Oh…”

Several puppies on the shore cried anxiously and helplessly. Two of them wanted to go into the water and kept whining on the side.

Fu Jiang swam in the water for a while, then finally turned around and swam towards the shore.

He climbed up the shore dripping wet, shook off the water on his body, and ran towards the puppies, whimpering. After meeting up with the puppies, he led them along the river bank and chased them downstream.

From time to time, a whining sound came from his mouth.

"Go back! I'll be back soon!"

Han Cheng shouted at the stubborn and stupid dog.

I should have tied it up earlier.

General Fu led the five little Fus and chased along the river for a long time until they saw a river fork blocking their way, and then they stopped.

It squatted there, looking at the place where the boat disappeared for a long time, making a "woooo" sound from time to time. It didn't until the sun was setting that it led the Five Little Fortunes towards the direction of the tribe.

Under the sunlight, it actually looked very lonely and desolate, like a lone wolf abandoned by its pack...

The Qingque tribe, which was very lively in the past, became deserted with the departure of Han Cheng and others.

Everyone felt empty in their hearts, as if they had lost a lot.

Even the second brother, who usually eats the most, has lost his appetite.

When Han Cheng and his senior brother were around, Wu, who did little else except lying by the rabbit pen all day watching and petting the rabbits, rarely goes to see the rabbits now.

He paid more attention to the tribe, paying attention to any movement in the tribe.

He had to personally arrange and take care of things like locking the gate and arranging personnel to stand guard every day.

Now that the two pillars of the Qingque tribe are gone, he has to take on the rest of the tasks.

He may not have thought it this clearly, but he did it this way.

The silly dog ​​Fu Jiang, who used to run wildly, also changed his temperament and became much quieter. The most common thing he did was to squat at the gate of the Qingque tribe with the five little Fus and look towards the downstream of the stream...

The river water gurgled under the boat, and the friction between the oars and the wooden sticks made a squeaking sound.

The eldest brother crossed his hands, each holding a paddle, and rowed the water one after the other. The paddles went in and out of the water, creating ripples and splashing sounds.

When the oar comes out of the water, a string of crystal water droplets will fall into the water along the oar.

Sometimes he used both oars and sometimes he used only one, thus controlling and adjusting the direction of the canoe to avoid hitting the river bank.

At this time, the boat is going downstream, and only two oars are needed for each person to row. The other two oars are put away and placed in the cabin.

The white clouds were floating, and the green on both sides kept receding. The familiar tribe, the familiar people, the familiar wall, and the silly dog ​​that chased the boat for a long distance all gradually disappeared, completely blended into the endless green on both sides.

The other people on the boat were a little reluctant and nervous, after all, this journey was different from the previous ones.

In the past, when they went out hunting, they would usually return to the tribe on the same day, but this time it took a long time.

And the place you go to is a place you have never been to before.

The setting sun cast its last rays of light, making the river surface, which had become two or three times wider, sparkle.

Han Cheng calculated the distance and found that this place was probably at least fifty miles away from the tribe.

After walking forward for about half an hour, the river merged into a larger river. Looking in the direction we came from, the blood-red setting sun was spread across the water, a sea of ​​red.

Han Cheng gave the river a name, called Red River.

Shortly after the boat merged into the river, Han Cheng asked his eldest brother and others to row the boat to the south bank of the river, where there was a shallow beach, perfect for a rest.

Under such circumstances, he was not prepared to do something like flying at night, as it would be a life-threatening act.

The splash of oars hitting the water and the sound of people chatting with each other startled a few gulls and herons.

There were also unlucky ones who were pierced through the body by a feather arrow with a bone tip before they could fly away. They could only flutter a few times before they became motionless.

Junior Brother Sha grinned as he held the wooden bow, and the others cheered. In the past, they didn't have many ways to catch these flying birds.

Everyone took the boat to the shore and trampled down a field of weeds.

The hand drill for drilling fire was taken out, and flashes of fire appeared amid the hissing sounds.