The bright sunshine was shining, and the fragrance of rapeseed flowers was coming from outside the courtyard wall in the breeze.

Han Cheng squatted not far from the window, looking at the planted bamboos.

Several small bamboos that were originally exposed outside had lost their leaves, leaving only bare branches.

However, two small bamboo shoots emerged from the soil and had grown half a foot deep.

There is a high probability that these two bamboo shoots will not survive, as the several bamboo shoots buried underneath cannot provide them with much nutrition.

It seems that my dream of listening to the rustling of bamboo leaves at night is not easy to realize.

After watching for a while, he found some stones and tiles, asked Heiwa to help him, and started to build things not far from the house where he lived.

What Han Cheng wanted to build was a doghouse.

Fu Jiang and his family had to move out of the room.

Fu Jiang is a very hygienic Husky, but his silly sons are not particular about hygiene. As the weather gets warmer, the room already has a smell.

Deer have deer pens, chickens have chicken coops, and dogs naturally need doghouses.

For the Qingque tribe, which can even build houses, building a doghouse is a piece of cake.

Digging soil, mixing mud, moving stones...making thatch...these things are all very familiar to me.

Before the morning was even over, a covered doghouse appeared.

He took out the bedding from the doghouse in the house and put it into the newly built doghouse. He then caught the puppies running around the yard and stuffed them in. This was considered as moving them to a new home.

As the puppies continued to grow, Fu Jiang was no longer as protective of them as before. Except for Han Cheng, everyone else could hold the puppies in their arms and flirt with them.

The puppies were not very satisfied with this new home, including their mother Fu Jiang, who always wanted to run into the house carrying the animal skins used as nesting pads.

Han Dashenzi acted like a master, stuffed Fu Jiang into the newly built doghouse, and blocked the door to prevent Fu Jiang from coming out.

Faced with such an unscrupulous master, Fu Jiang could only stay inside and look at Han Cheng with grievance.

"Brother Cheng! Brother Cheng!"

A girl's voice was heard, and then a figure with pigtails came running over.

The girl's face was paler than anyone else in the Qingque tribe. As she ran, the two pigtails on her head swayed.

Without listening to the voice, Han Cheng knew who the visitor was just from the address.

Milk Tea Sister is Han Cheng’s chosen wife, so naturally her name should be different from others.

Hearing her calling him the Son of God like everyone else, Han Cheng always felt a little uncomfortable.

When I was a child, I watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". In the scene, Huang Rong kept calling Brother Jing "Brother Jing". I put myself in the shoes of the male protagonist Han Cheng and found it very useful.

When I remembered this, I started teaching the girl to call me like that.

Milk Tea Sister is very conscious of being a child bride, so she naturally does whatever Han Cheng teaches her.

Hearing the little girl calling him Brother Cheng for no reason, Han Cheng felt itchy inside.

The only bad thing was that after hearing Milk Tea Sister shout like that, Xing, Xiaomei and Xiaoli, who found it very strange, also started shouting along.

A man wearing animal skins, who was stronger than Han Cheng, had two pigtails and kept calling "Brother Cheng". That scene made Han Cheng break out in a cold sweat.

After a long explanation, great effort, and the promise to make two "telephone bowls", these primitive little girls who were crying out of grievance finally stopped crying and nodded to indicate that they would no longer call Han Chengcheng brother...

After breakfast in the morning, Milk Tea Sister went to see the silkworms.

Although Xiaomei and Xiaoli don’t like silkworms very much, Milk Tea Sister likes them very much. She can lie there and watch the silkworms eating mulberry leaves for most of the day.

Sometimes its mouth moves as if it wants to eat mulberry leaves with the silkworms.

She likes to put the silkworms in her palms. As soon as the silkworms start crawling, she will giggle with joy...

At this time, he ran over in a hurry, not knowing what had happened.

Han Cheng was very concerned about the little child bride and watched her running towards him with a smile.

"Brother Cheng, silkworms...silkworms don't eat mulberry trees...and...they're still shaking their heads..."

Milk Tea Girl's face turned red from running. She came over and held Han Cheng's hand, talking anxiously while running over there, looking like she was about to cry.

The silkworms don't eat, it means they want to shed their skin.

The little girl had only been in the tribe for a short time and had never seen a silkworm shed its skin.

Xing, Xiaomei and Xiaoli, who have been raising silkworms for some time, all know about this.

However, since they are not very enthusiastic about silkworms, and Milk Tea Sister likes silkworms so much, the silkworm breeding task is now left to Milk Tea Sister alone.

Han Cheng smiled and rubbed her head, saying not to worry, but he still followed the little girl to the place where the silkworms were kept.

The evil master was taken away by the kind mistress. Fu Jiang, who had had enough of being wronged, seized the opportunity and slid out of the doghouse. He happily turned around three times, then lowered his head and grabbed the fur in the doghouse with his mouth, and ran happily into the house...

Han Cheng followed the milk tea girl all the way to the place where the silkworms were raised.

The silkworms, which were almost invisible before, have now grown countless times in size.

Han Cheng made a comparison and found that these silkworms were about one-third the size of later domestic silkworms.

They originally had a special liking for mulberry leaves, but now they became indifferent to such a delicacy. They just raised their heads like snakes and shook them stupidly.

The front half of the silkworm, unlike the rest of the body, is translucent.

Han Cheng raised silkworms when he was a child. When he saw the current appearance of these silkworms, he knew what was going on.

He reached out and fiddled with the pigtails on the milk tea girl's head, and smiled at the still worried milk tea girl: "Don't worry, the silkworms are fine, they are about to spin silk!"

Milk tea girl didn’t understand what was going on, but she could understand what Han Cheng said, “It’s okay.”

Over the past few days, she has seen a lot of Brother Cheng's abilities. Not only can he cure her illness, but he can also do many other things that make Milk Tea Sister admire him.

If Brother Cheng says it’s okay, then it’s okay.

She felt relieved.

After looking at the stupid silkworms for a while, he asked, "Brother Cheng, what are they spinning silk for?"

After she recovered from her cold and fever, her voice was no longer hoarse. It wasn't as loud as a silver bell, but it was better than a barbell.

"Spin the silk to make cocoons, and then weave cloth. After weaving the cloth, I will make a pair of underwear for my young wife."

A certain son of God said shamelessly without changing his expression.

"What... is it little panties?"

The milk tea girl stared at Han Cheng with her dark eyes and asked in confusion.

"That... is the clothes I wear..."

"profound……"

Milk Tea Girl tilted her head and thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out what kind of underwear Brother Cheng was going to make for her.

After thinking about it for a while, he nodded confusedly, his pigtails swinging back and forth.