"Little...why can't the tadpole find its mother?"

Sister Bai Xue asked with sobs.

This is of course because they have a cruel father.

Han Cheng thought about it in his heart but didn't say it out loud.

"You are still young. When you grow up, you will understand that the tadpoles will be able to find their mothers..."

Han Cheng comforted softly.

"Sister Bai...Sister Bai Xue is not a child anymore..."

The little child bride answered with sobs.

Han Cheng reached out and touched it. It was indeed too big to be held in one hand.

But the key is that you are not old enough.

"Xiao...Xiaomei, Xiao...Xiaoli's belly...her belly is getting big..."

Sister Bai Xue looked at Han Cheng with some resentment and said.

It’s none of my business!

Han Cheng was shocked and sniffed.

Xiaomei and Xiaoli, a pair of sisters who looked a little too strong, became Chen's spouse.

Chen's sister Xing became the spouse of another person in the tribe who had just reached adulthood.

Although Chen does not look very strong, he is very hardworking in sowing seeds. Not long after Xiaomei and Xiaoli became his spouse, their stomachs began to grow bigger.

What Sister Bai Xue meant just now was that Xiao Mei and Xiao Li were about the same age as her, and their bellies had already grown big, and they would give birth to babies in a few days, but she had no movement at all.

Fortunately, Han Cheng knew Bai Xuemei very well, otherwise, this would easily lead to misunderstanding.

Wanting to be a mother is probably the nature of all species, and Snow White's reaction at this time is also very normal.

Han Cheng held her in his arms and explained and coaxed her for a long time before he finally made the little child bride understand that the reason her belly couldn't grow bigger was not because of her, but because Han Cheng did it on purpose.

After making a promise to have a child in two years, Bai Xuemei, who wanted to be a mother, finally burst into tears and hugged Han Cheng's arms tightly...

She was happy, but Han Cheng felt a little melancholy.

As for being a father, he is really not prepared for this.

After thinking about this for a while with some melancholy, nervousness and uneasiness, Han Cheng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Let's just live like this for now. Anyway, there are still two years left. We can talk about it when the time comes...

After a heavy spring rain fell, there were not many flowers left on the fruit trees planted on the eastern edge of the Qingque tribe.

The petals covered with rain and some soil are scattered on the ground, showing their final beauty in the morning sunshine, with a bit of desolation.

There is no woman named Daiyu here, holding a flower hoe and burying them with tears, muttering: "Flowers fade and fly all over the sky, their red fades and their fragrance disappears, is there any pity?..."

So after today, they will lose their colors and become part of the dust.

The people of the Qingque tribe had no habit of feeling sad about the passing of spring and autumn. At this moment, they were happily leading the deer, carrying rakes, plow carts, millet and other things, and heading towards the land that had already been turned over.

This year's spring planting starts today.

This timely spring rain brought them infinite hope, and they were sincerely happy about it.

The man led the deer in front, and the thin teeth of the rake scratched the ground, making the land, which had just been turned over this year, even looser.

The moist soil was torn apart, and the air was filled with the scent of soil mixed with the surrounding grass and trees, which made people feel comfortable all over.

Han Cheng rolled up his trouser legs and went down to the field, holding on to the handle with both hands. The bucket was filled with mostly millet that had been specially selected for use as seeds.

"ha!"

He shouted, shook the "rope" in his hand, and Uncle Deer started walking forward.

The hoe's legs, tied with some bone fragments, slid into the soil and moved forward.

The tiny grains of millet slipped from the "granary hole" and fell into the soft bed that the people of the Qingque tribe had carefully made for them...

Han Cheng's height has caught up with the adults in the tribe, so he can naturally help with the plowing work. He was the one who started the first plowing in the spring of this year.

He had only seen the use of a wooden three-legged plow to sow seeds in later generations, but had never operated it.

However, everything depends on human efforts. No one is born with knowledge. Just because you didn’t know it before doesn’t mean you don’t know it now. Just learn more and that’ll be fine.

When spring planting begins, just like when autumn is harvested, everyone in the tribe will focus on this aspect.

The construction of the pigpen in the tribe and the mining of stones in the quarry all stopped.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe is busy preparing for spring planting.

Of course, things like raking the land and sowing seeds are basically done by the elders of the Qingque tribe.

The newly joined people from the original green tribe mostly carried hoes or bone shovels and did odd jobs around.

Gu picked up a bone shovel and dug up the soil that had not been turned over at the edge of a piece of land, and crushed it with the shovel.

Then, leaning on the handle of the bone shovel, he looked at this busy land with enlightenment and some shock.

No wonder there were so many ears of wild grass around my original tribe. Oh, the millet was becoming less and less, while the number of millet growing in the tribes where it originally did not grow was increasing.

So that’s why!

Of course, even if he understood it, it would be of no use because he had already completely joined the tribe.

It turned out that everything in the tribe had gone far away from him.

Everything is so comfortable in the new tribe.

Not to mention that no one was willing to follow him away at this time, even if the Son of God and Wu and others drove him away, Gu would not leave!

The busy and lively spring planting lasted for five or six days and then came to an end.

The Qingque tribe has 800 acres of land that they plan to plant millet, and half of it has already been sown with seeds.

Some of the seeds planted the day before have already sprouted.

Including the wasteland reclaimed this spring, the Qingque tribe now has more than 950 acres of land.

One hundred acres of the land is planted with rapeseed, and the other fifty acres will be planted with hemp later.

As for why they stopped halfway through planting, this is also easy to explain.

On the one hand, it was because the soil moisture was not very good, and on the other hand, Han Cheng planned to plant the millet in batches at different times.

This way, when the millet matures, there will be a sequence. Otherwise, if all the millet on the 700-800 mu of land matures at the same time, even if the Qingque tribe has many more people now, it will not be easy to take care of it...

While the Green Bird Tribe was planting, the Fire Tribe on the riverside was also starting its first planting.

Compared with the delicate cultivation of the Green Bird Tribe, the cultivation of the Fire Tribe is much more rough.

A fire was set near the river to burn the dead grass. Then someone used the hoes and bone shovels brought back from the Qingque tribe, as well as some imitation bone shovels they made, to dig up the soil here and cover the bottom with grass ash.

After beating it a little, I threw the hemp seeds I got from the wild hemp in the fall into it, and then I swept it randomly with my feet, and that was it...