The rain was pouring down, splashing up a cloud of smoke on the ground.

The water on the eaves formed beads, like a pearl curtain.

There is a reassuring tranquility amidst the noise.

The mist drifted into the house from the windows and the door.

Han Cheng stood here and watched the heavy rain fall quietly.

It is said that most people can sleep peacefully on rainy nights. This is because when it rains, many wild animals basically hide and will no longer harass or attack humans. People can take advantage of this rare opportunity to completely relax their minds.

This subconscious feeling has been passed down from ancient times to later generations.

Of course, the prerequisite for a sound sleep is to have a place to shelter from wind and rain.

It is impossible to sleep peacefully if you live in a broken thatched hut like the great poet Du Fu, constantly sighing "the rain is falling like hemp and never stops", and listening to the raindrops leaking into the clay basins and buckets.

The people of the Green Bird Tribe are not at ease today either, because they still have things to do.

When life is good, there are more things to worry about and more things to do, because nothing comes out of thin air and requires corresponding labor.

Especially in this era when the Qingque tribe is far superior to the surrounding tribes and the social division of labor is unclear, most of the things the Qingque tribe needs need to be done by themselves.

I want to concentrate on one job like in later generations, and then use the money I earn to buy everything I need... This is the series of my lifetime.

Wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, Han Cheng, barefoot, walked out of the house with more than 30 people dressed in the same way, went into the rain, took a bone shovel from the tool room, and walked out of the door towards the farmland.

The farmlands of the Qingque tribe were all reclaimed in the last two years. The drainage facilities are not well constructed, and when encountering such heavy rains, many farmlands are easily damaged.

Han Cheng brought everyone out for this matter. When he saw that the farmland somewhere was damaged by the rapidly gathered rainwater, he used a bone shovel to block the hole and divert the water into the canal.

For newly opened farmland, inspections and digging of canals when it rains will take at least three years. The work is basically completed when grass grows on both sides of the drainage canals and the soil in the ditches becomes hard again and will no longer be easily washed away by water.

The newly dug ground became soft after being watered by rain, and it felt cool and soft when you walked on it barefoot.

You can't go barefoot. Even if you wear straw sandals, they will be torn off by the hot mud after a while when walking on such land.

"Block it there."

"Here I come..."

In the vast rain, faint sounds were heard. The people of the Qingque tribe who followed Han Cheng out, carrying bone shovels, gradually dispersed on the land, quickly blocking the water and diverting the water.

The rain, with a hint of coolness, hit the bamboo hat, the raincoat, the hand holding the shovel, and the shovel itself...

The rainwater, which was flowing wildly like a runaway horse and had cut the excavated farmland into pieces beyond recognition, was gradually restrained by the movement of the bone shovel. It flowed reluctantly along the route designed by humans and finally merged into the stream.

Fighting with the sky is endless fun, fighting with the earth is endless fun, fighting with people is endless fun.

Looking at the history of human development, it is like this, fighting against nature and the earth step by step.

If there is no heaven and earth, use an axe to split the chaos and use your body to create a space that is big enough for survival.

The sky was leaking, so he made colorful stones to block it.

When there was a flood on the ground, people would dig waterways to bring the water into the sea...

Being born as a human being is such a proud and honorable thing. What an accurate and lucky reincarnation!

After Han Cheng blocked a hole, he stood up and took a short rest. Looking at everything that was happening in the rain, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

Big dreams are made up of small dreams, and the realization of dreams depends on practical work step by step. Empty fantasies and empty talk will only harm the country and oneself.

The inconspicuous soil dug up by the shovel is a small step towards the bluebird dream...

A good horse cannot jump ten steps at one leap, but a slow horse can travel ten miles in ten days if it keeps going.

As long as you don't give up, day after day, this tribe and this land will always bloom with dazzling colors under your leadership.

Looking back at the way it was when I first arrived, and then looking at it now, a lot has changed without me noticing. The Qingque tribe has also become an existence that the surrounding tribes can only look up to, isn't it?

In the heavy rain, Han Cheng, who was digging a canal, suddenly became full of confidence. I wonder if Shun, who was born in the fields, had a similar feeling when he was plowing the fields.

The heavy rain gradually stopped, the clouds in the sky slowly disappeared, and the water in the ditches flowed and gradually became smaller.

Looking at the farmland that was not seriously damaged by the rain, the people of the Qingque tribe, wearing straw raincoats and covered in mud, holding bone shovels in their hands, could not help but cheering.

They are insignificant in front of nature, but not powerless. Through their own struggle, they can also do things that nature cannot do anything about.

Han Cheng also screamed like a ghost, then shook off the mud on his feet and walked towards the tribe with everyone else...

The people who stayed in the tribe were not idle either. Huoyi, Huoer, Ruhua (whose belly was getting bigger again) and others were busy collecting rain water and boiling it in large vats.

This was what Han Cheng instructed before he left, saying that after they come back, everyone who went out should take a hot shower.

This can reduce the possibility of getting sick due to rain and moisture.

After knowing the significance of doing this, Huo Yi and others acted extremely seriously.

They were not able to brave the heavy rain like the men and strong women to protect the farmland, so they could only try their best to boil water to wash away the fatigue of the tired people...

There was mist inside the cave.

People who came back from building the water conservancy project washed their bodies with hot water and felt comfortable all over. All the coldness they had felt outside was driven away.

Pingzi and several other people from the Original Bone Tribe squinted their eyes comfortably.

Taking a hot bath is so comfortable, why didn’t I know how to take one before?

Thinking back to the time when he didn't take a bath for years, Pingzi felt itchy all over.

Han Cheng was also taking a shower, or to be more precise, soaking in a bath.

Not in the cave, but inside the room.

Firstly, there were too many people in the cave, it was too crowded and not as comfortable as in the room.

Secondly, washing in a private room provides fun that you can't experience in a large pool.

Han Cheng sat in the steamy bathtub, leaning against the wall. Being wrapped in the warm water was comfortable enough, not to mention that Bai Xuemei, the little child bride, was scrubbing his body with her little hands.

Because she worked frequently, Bai Xuemei had some calluses on her hands. They were not as soft as those of girls in later generations, but they still made Han Cheng feel itchy.

Sister Bai Xue's face seemed to be whiter because of the moisture, and her pigtails trembled as she scrubbed.

Han Cheng looked at the little child bride who was scrubbing his body carefully, and his heart itched even more. He reached out and held Bai Xuemei's hand that was wandering on his body...

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