"Hurry up and get ready, it's time for us to leave."

Han Cheng seemed somewhat happy and said to Tietou who came to his side.

After saying this, he continued to direct people to carry things onto the wooden boat. After a while, he found that Tietou did not leave as he was told, but stood there, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a little strange. What happened to this guy today?

"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng asked.

"God...Son of God, I don't want to go..."

When Tietou saw Han Cheng asking, he mustered up the courage to say what he had been holding back for days.

Don’t want to go?

Han Cheng was a little surprised by Tietou's sudden answer.

This guy, why doesn’t he want to go for no reason?

Is it that he can’t let go of Ruhua?

Young couples are different from middle-aged and older couples. They really can’t bear to be separated for a long time.

As a couple whose discussion in the Qingque tribe is second only to Heiwa and Zhuang, it is not surprising that Tietou would have such thoughts.

But Ruhua's belly is big enough now. Even if this guy stays in the tribe, he won't be able to accomplish many things...

If someone else said this, Han Cheng would basically agree after considering it, but Tietou was a little different.

The main purpose of going downstream this time is to harvest wild hemp, so Tietou and other experts in harvesting are naturally indispensable.

"Why? Can't bear to leave Ruhua?"

Han Cheng asked with a smile.

As one of the duo who had been kicked on the butt by Han Cheng because they sang too loudly at night, Tietou's old face rarely turned red when Han Cheng asked him about this in person.

"Not Ruhua."

He quickly defended himself.

"It's a deer."

Han Cheng widened his eyes and looked Tietou up and down with extreme surprise.

It is rumored that Chang Yuchun, a fierce general of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, was gifted. Whenever he marched to war, there would be a fierce woman accompanying him in the barracks.

Before going into battle, others would conserve their energy and gather their strength, but Chang Yuchun would not feel comfortable unless he fired two shots.

The most infuriating thing is that after this guy sharpened his weapon before the battle, he became more than twice as powerful as those who were carefully conserving their energy!

Chang Yuchun's fierceness is not only this, but even more fierce is that if there is no woman, a mare can also...

Tietou is reluctant to part with the deer now, could it be... cough cough cough...

Han Cheng suddenly started coughing violently.

“Yo yo…”

Speak of the devil; he will appear.

The arrogant old deer led his tribe back from outside, with his horned head raised high and his four long legs moving in unrestrained steps.

Han Cheng had managed to suppress his cough with great difficulty, but it became more intense again with the appearance of Uncle Lu.

This guy, no matter how you look at him, looks like he has a look of forgiveness on his head...

Tietou looked at the Son of God with confusion and worry, wondering why he suddenly became like this.

"There are more deer and not enough grass. I have to cut grass for them..."

Seeing that Shen Zi's cough had eased, Tietou continued to add.

So that's why.

Han Cheng stopped coughing and patted his head lightly, wondering what he had been thinking about all day long.

They have an absolutely safe place to live at night, and they don't have to go out to find grass during the most dangerous winter. Because of the existence of the Green Bird Tribe, the number of wild beasts around is not as many as elsewhere. Coupled with the energetic and hardworking Mr. Deer, the number of deer is indeed growing rapidly.

With more deer, the consumption of hay will increase after winter comes, so Tietou’s concerns are not unreasonable.

Han Cheng was very happy that Tietou could consider these things. When everyone contributes, the fire burns brighter. Only when more people spontaneously consider the interests of the tribe, the tribe will have the possibility of becoming more prosperous.

However, no matter how good the idea is, Tietou still has to go on this journey to harvest hemp. Not only him, but also the people who often cut grass can't escape.

Tietou, who was grinning just now when he heard Han Cheng praising him, froze on his smile after hearing Han Cheng's next words.

Looking at Han Cheng, my mind was full of confusion.

Since the Son of God knew that there was not enough fodder for the winter, why didn't he let himself stay in the tribe to cut grass?

Are they preparing for the large-scale killing of deer after winter?

May I ask where the fodder is? Han Cheng smiled and pointed to the pile of straw.

The ears of millet nowadays are not big, but the stalks are very lush. The stalks from thirty acres of land are piled there, forming a huge pile.

After being beaten three times, the originally hard stalks had become soft, and since they had not been rained on, they were just the right fodder for the deer.

The rice stalks on the thirty acres of land were more than the grass that Tietou and his men cut in a month.

With these stalks, plus the grass that had been cut and dried before, it would be enough to get through the winter.

When the scale of millet cultivation expands next year, Tietou and his companions will no longer have to cut grass all day long. The millet stalks from several hundred acres of land alone will be enough to feed the livestock in the tribe.

When feeding, just mix some chopped grass and chopped straw.

After hearing Han Cheng's words, Tietou showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

Influenced by the fact that rapeseed stalks were used for burning, he thought that the millet stalks after harvesting and beating would be treated in the same way. He was enlightened by Han Cheng's enlightenment, and he felt suddenly enlightened.

After being happy for a while, he ran to the pile of millet stalks, pulled down some millet stalks, carried them into the deer pen, and placed them in the pottery trough.

The deer, accustomed to being kept, came over, sniffed, and began to eat.

The three sheep that were almost adult came over and joined in the fun.

The goatee beneath his chin moved.

After spending such a long time together, several sheep have completely integrated into the herd.

Every day I mingle among the deer herd, accept the leadership of Master Deer, go out to graze with the deer, and come back together.

Han Chengdu began to doubt whether they had mistaken him for a deer.

Uncle Lu is now extremely powerful. He has transformed himself into the commander-in-chief of two major races.

This doesn't seem to be quite right. To be precise, there should be three major races.

Because when Fu Jiang has nothing to do, he likes to take his five silly children and hang out with the deer herd.

After seeing the deer actually eating the stalks, Tietou's worries all disappeared.

Without Han Cheng saying anything, he prepared all the sickles, ropes and other things.

As night fell, the Qingque tribe lit a bonfire. The aroma of food wafted through the tribe, creating a lively scene.

All preparations have been made and they will set sail tomorrow. This is the last night that Han Cheng and his companions will stay in the tribe. The witch, who doesn't care much about things, specially has someone prepare a sumptuous dinner to see Han Cheng and his companions off.

After dinner, Han Chengcai talked with Wu, the eldest brother and other people who stayed in the tribe for a while, then returned to his room to rest.

He opened the door, walked to the kang with the help of the moonlight outside the window, took off his clothes and got into bed. He turned sideways to look at Bai Xue who was already sleeping soundly, and Han Cheng bent down to kiss her.

Soft.

Just as he was about to lie down, Bai Xuemei suddenly opened her eyes. Before Han Cheng could react, Bai Xuemei, like a little leopard, hugged him tightly.

(Every time I update, my favorites will be lost... I have update phobia)