Miss Qiu's pace was very fast. Even though Han Cheng and others were riding a boat and floating downstream, they were still caught up by her.

He didn't notice it at first, until a gust of wind blew and a clump of yellow leaves fell from a tree by the river. Then Han Cheng realized that autumn had already come so deeply.

Amid the yellow leaves flying around like butterflies, Han Cheng and his companions moored the boat and stepped onto Yau Ma Tei, where a green bird flag that looked much more worn was flying.

Yau Ma Tei is the new name given to this land by Han Cheng.

There is no sesame in Yau Ma Tei, only wild sesame plants that have grown to more than one meter tall.

Such a place should be called wild hemp land.

The reason why it has such a misleading name is related to Han Cheng.

Almost every writer's work contains an insoluble and magical spiritual kingdom.

Mo Yan has Gaomi in Dongxiang where blood-red sorghum grows, while Cao Wenxuan’s is Yau Ma Tei in the water town.

There is a primary school built with golden thatch in Yau Ma Tei, there is a naughty but kind little boy named Sangsang who likes to raise pigeons, there is a junior high school built with red tiles and a high school built with black tiles... There, there is the innocence of children as well as the worries and growth of teenagers.

There is a young man who lives in Hongmen. Because his family fell into poverty, he went to a deserted place with his father to raise ducks. He experienced a lonely journey deep into his soul and grew up in adversity. His name is Du Xiaokang...

Before coming to primitive society, Han Cheng liked to read Cao Wenxuan's books, especially "The Grass House" and "Red Tiles and Black Tiles".

When you feel upset, flipping through two chapters can purify your soul and help you find the things you have long missed and gradually lost as you grow older and get busy...

There is a lot of wild hemp in Yau Ma Tei, and on it are many blackened hemp capsules, which are filled with wild hemp seeds.

Not only does sesame grow taller and taller when it blooms, but wild hemp does the same.

Looking at the few black wild hemp seeds in Bai Xuemei's palm, Han Cheng smiled. With this thing, there will be a lot of wild hemp around the Qingque tribe next year.

Han Cheng pulled up a piece of wild hemp as thick as a finger by the roots, and began to peel the hemp skin from the tip to the root, stopping about twenty centimeters away from the root.

Looking at the very tough hemp skin, Han Cheng smiled again. It was not wishful thinking to make hemp rope and linen cloth out of it.

After checking the usability of wild hemp, Han Cheng, who was in a playful mood, broke the white and tender wild hemp stalks that had been stripped of their clothes, divided the hemp skin remaining at the roots into three relatively even strands, and then began to twist them into a rope.

After a while, a whip made of wild hemp appeared in his hand.

He swung it vigorously in the air a few times, and it made a sound much louder than a fart.

"Brother Cheng, what do you use wild hemp for?"

Sister Bai Xue asked Han Cheng with blinking eyes.

Han Cheng, who was holding a small whip and imagining using it to whip Bai Xuemei, immediately replied without hesitation after hearing what the little child bride said: "Weaver

cloth, and make a set of underwear for my young wife."

Tietou and others took sickles in their hands and began to try to harvest wild hemp.

It's not as fast as harvesting millet and thatch, but the speed is still acceptable.

However, after the wild hemp is harvested, you need to be careful when walking here. The straw sandals worn by Han Cheng and others cannot effectively protect against the attacks from the wild hemp stubble, and if you are not careful, they will be broken and bleed.

Han Cheng and others did not stay here for too long. After confirming that the wild hemp was mature, useful and could be harvested, they all returned to the boat and headed downstream.

First go downstream to find the Fire Tribe and fulfill your promise, then come back to harvest the wild hemp.

Han Cheng was not allowed to take the six bamboo rafts, so they were left in Yau Ma Tei and tied firmly to a big tree.

It's deserted now, so you don't have to worry about it being stolen.

Tietou sat in the boat, looking at the Yau Ma Tei which was gradually becoming smaller, feeling a little reluctant to leave.

In fact, he wanted to stay here with the others to harvest wild hemp, and wait for the Son of God and others to return.

This not only saves the trouble of taking a boat, but also speeds up the work so that you can get back to the tribe earlier.

It’s a pity that the Son of God disagreed, saying that it would be unsafe if the division was too scattered.

Tietou thought about it carefully and felt that what the Son of God said made sense, so he didn't insist any further.

In fact, what he didn't know was that in addition to this consideration, there were some other thoughts that Han Cheng didn't say.

That is to prevent the Fire Tribe from seeing that Sister Bai Xue has fully recovered and taking her back.

He brought more people with him so that he could be prepared to take Sister Bai Xue back by force if anything went wrong.

This is the child bride he has chosen, and no one can take her away from him.

Several small boats swayed down the river, bypassed Wangdong Mountain, and then headed forward...

The leader of the Fire Tribe was holding a crude wooden spear in his hand. He stood on a high ground, putting a sour fruit into his mouth while looking at the empty river bank.

The whole fruit quickly disappeared in his mouth, without even spitting out the core.

With his free hand he took a red leaf from his messy hair, looked at it in front of his eyes and threw it away.

Many kinds of trees have begun to shed their leaves. It is already the autumn that the water tribe mentioned. Why haven’t the people from that tribe come yet?

Did they think the journey was too long and didn't want to come, or... or were they all infected by the sick child in their tribe, all...

Thinking of this, the leader of the Fire Tribe shuddered. He shook his head, not allowing himself to think any further.

That kind of scene is really scary.

He strongly hoped that what the people of that tribe said was true, and that they really had a way to cure this disease that seemed untreatable to him and others.

In this way, not only will the people of the water tribe not die, but their own tribe will also be able to get a cure and no longer have to throw people with that disease into the fire.

Just thinking about the past experiences of my tribe, and thinking about the fact that the leader of the tribe was just an unreliable minor, the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger...

A man without beard on his face cannot do things well.

Not only people in later generations think this way, but primitive people did too, except that they could not express it so insightfully.

Not only the leader of the Fire Tribe was looking forward to the arrival of the tribe from the water, but the rest of the Fire Tribe were also looking forward to the arrival of the people from that tribe.

Especially the women of the Fire Tribe.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frug

They didn't feel anything in this regard before, but ever since they tasted the feeling of being full from the Green Bird Tribe, the women of the Fire Tribe have felt that the men in their own tribe are not good enough, and they miss the tribe that came from the water more and more...

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