The wind blew, picking up a few yellow leaves, which swirled into the quiet cave.

The cave was empty and dead silent. There were bloodstains, glaring white bones, and burnt ashes on the ground.

This tribe, which had lived here for who knows how long, disappeared overnight.

Perhaps in the future, this place will be occupied by some wild beasts and used as a shelter.

Maybe it was a migrating tribe that came here and lit a bonfire and continued to live here.

Perhaps no one will ever discover this place again, and the dust blown up by the wind will gradually cover it. After who knows how many years, a group of people with equipment will come here, dig up the layers of sediment, and clean them up carefully, shouting ecstatically at the skull of the chief of the grass-roots tribe...

Not far away, a squirrel couple who were burying acorns in the ground in preparation for winter stood up, supported the ground with their big tails, slightly lowered their front paws, and looked around alertly.

After a moment, the two of them ran all the way, quickly climbed up the tree, hid in the tree hole, only showing their heads, looking around carefully.

Not long after, the group of hairless monkeys that frightened them appeared.

They passed by the tree without stopping for long, and some even kicked the bones under the pine tree to the side...

“Yoyo~!”

The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with a gentle breeze. On the autumn field, Grandpa Deer walked with his head held high and his long legs.

Behind it, a group of its subordinates followed. They walked and ate grass here. Under the reflection of the autumn sunshine, they looked very leisurely.

Xiaofu was still wandering around the periphery of the deer herd. Sometimes he would suddenly pounce, knock a hapless fellow who had no time to escape to the ground, and give him a wolf kiss.

Xiaofu, who had been wandering around the periphery for a while, suddenly stopped, stood up, stretched his neck, and sniffed a few times from time to time.

After this movement continued for a while, it began to move in one direction.

After walking for a while, I would sniff again.

After walking and stopping, making turns along the way, Xiaofu didn't know how far he had walked before he stopped again.

Not far ahead, there was a small wolf pack. There were only eleven or twelve wolves in the pack.

The wolves have already discovered Xiaofu, the uninvited guest who was alone. The wolves, who were originally playful, suddenly became alert.

They looked at Xiaofu, and Xiaofu looked at them, and the two sides just looked at each other quietly.

Perhaps they felt that Xiaofu had no hostility, or perhaps they felt that the fully grown Xiaofu was not easy to mess with, so the pack of wolves, led by the one-eyed leader, walked forward step by step.

Xiaofu hesitated for a while and then followed the wolf pack...

The sun moves westward, and the warm sunlight shines obliquely on the mountains and forests.

“Yoyo~!”

Uncle Deer, who was always punctual, raised his neck and called out, then took a step and turned to head towards the tribe.

The deer followed, and Fu and a few other guys who were mixed in with the deer also went to the tribe with the herd.

No one noticed Xiaofu's disappearance, because they had long been accustomed to Xiaofu's solo play...

In the Qingque tribe, the foundation of the pigpen has been completely laid, but not all of it has been built upwards. Only a space of about seven or eight square meters has been built upwards.

The seven grown-up wild boars have been moved here from the simple pigpen.

Putting aside the original big pigpen temporarily and building a small one in the southeast corner was also a temporary measure that Han Cheng considered.

The main reason was that the manpower originally assigned to build the pig pens was transferred to build houses.

The Green Bird Tribe currently has enough houses to live in, so there is no need to build new houses. However, when the Green Tribe, which has gradually taken the bait, is included, housing will become scarce.

After all, the millet that was harvested just this year occupied as many as six houses.

As for the big blue brick and tile house, Han Cheng didn't plan to let people live in it.

The newly built house has the same specifications as the previous one, and also has twelve rooms in a row.

However, the difference is that instead of building a partition wall for each room to support the beams, a wall is built for every three rooms.

The rest of the place, like the big brick and tile house, is supported by triangular beams made of wood.

This wall, like the previous ones, is made of stone at the bottom and rammed earth on top, but no bricks.

Firstly, firing bricks is too troublesome, time-consuming and labor-intensive; secondly, the house here has not yet reached the level of being built with blue bricks.

After all, Han Cheng consciously wanted to highlight the superiority of blue brick buildings, so naturally he would not allow people to use blue bricks to build residential houses at this time.

On the back mountain, Tietou and several other people who often cut grass were harvesting thatch.

After a period of time, the harvested and dried thatch will be used together with the thatch accumulated in the past to build the roofs of newly built houses.

Han Cheng specifically ordered that newly built houses do not use tiles, so as to correspond to the two types of identity cards he was preparing to implement.

These newly built thatched houses were prepared for those who joined the tribe later.

Second-level citizens with wooden identity cards can only live in this kind of thatched house, while first-level citizens can live in tiled houses.

This is how the two are distinguished.

Han Cheng looked at the busy people for a while, then lowered his head to look at the seven wild boars in the pigpen.

The wounds on the wild boars have basically healed. After a period of captivity, these wild boars are no longer as wild as before and will no longer try to climb over the small cage that imprisoned them here.

Even if Han Cheng was here at this time, they could turn a blind eye.

Two wild boar cubs were eating food in the trough in the pigsty, while the other four were lying against the stone wall of the pigsty, enjoying the autumn sunshine.

There was another one, looking at the sky hesitantly.

The pig trough does not contain pure grass, but a mixture of rice bran, chopped grass, and some water used to wash pots and dishes.

The water used to wash the pot has a smell of oil and saltiness, which is very much to the wild boar's taste.

After all, these guys are omnivores, and they don't mind eating anything other than grass.

Of course, after coming to the Qingque tribe, there will be fewer opportunities to eat meat.

The scale of wild boar breeding in the Qingque tribe is not large nowadays, so this small pigpen does not seem crowded.

It will not be too late to expand the pigsty after the wild boars grow up and the size of the herd increases.

As for the feeding of wild boars, there is no need to worry.

Because for now, the number of wild boars is not large, so we can just make do with it.

For a long time to come, the food of these wild boars will mainly consist of bran and grass or hay.

Sometimes, some rapeseed, millet, or rotten fruit are mixed in.

As for the problem of not growing taller or gaining weight by eating such a light diet, there is no need to worry too much.

Han Cheng had read a news story before, saying that a man often used rotten fruits to feed pigs, and the pigs grew fat...

As I recall, farmers fed their own pigs. In order to make the pigs grow faster, they would slaughter a lot of them during the Chinese New Year and feed the pigs with mashed steamed sweet potatoes mixed with bran.

However, the wild boars in the tribe can forget about such treatment. After all, the only food that can be considered as food in the tribe so far is millet.

If they continue to be fed in this way, the wild boars in the tribe will not be as fat as the pigs of later generations, but the pig-raising business can still continue.

After all, sweet potatoes were only gradually introduced into my country after the mid-to-late Ming Dynasty. Before that, my country already had a history of pig farming for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.