A gorgeous meteor shower gave the people of the Qingque tribe a lot more to talk about.

So much so that in the few days after the meteor shower, what people talked about most was the stunning meteor shower and the heroic appearance of the Son of God when the meteor shower came.

This level of heat lasted for five or six days before gradually subsiding.

Of course, we talk, but the work doesn't stop.

Almost one-third of the adults carry bone hoes and weed and loosen the soil in the millet fields every day.

Most of these adults are female primitive people.

After all, compared to other work, hoeing the fields is relatively easy.

The man who was hoeing the field wore a straw hat woven from bamboo strips and a towel made of newly woven linen around his neck. From a distance, he looked very much like the people in later generations who were bending over and working in the fields.

There is also a group of people who are carrying hoes and reclaiming land on the other side of the stream, at a certain distance from the stream. This is a long-term task.

On the other side of the stream, there is more land suitable for cultivation than on this side.

The people from the former Green Tribe are now pushing stone slabs with their hands, along the paved stone road, all the way from the quarry, passing the gate of the Green Bird Tribe, and then heading east.

A winding stone road has been paved on a large piece of land west of the tribe. Now the stone road on the east side needs to be spread out along the ridges along the previously laid stubble and continue to extend deep into the farmland.

Han Cheng sat in the shade, looking at a place not far away.

There are two trees that were transplanted two years ago, and now they have spread a green shade.

Sister Bai Xue, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, was putting some freshly picked mulberry leaves into the winnowing basket for raising silkworms.

She was bent over, and her clothes were stretched a little tight. Even though he already had a deep understanding of the secret hidden under the clothes, Han Cheng was still a little distracted at this time.

However, I can only continue to be distracted.

Thinking of Bai Xuemei making a wish to the meteor shower, Han Cheng, who didn't want to become a father so early, could only hold back...

A heavy rain came, and the sultry summer heat was instantly eliminated.

Summer showers come quickly and go away quickly.

The air became cooler, but the atmosphere in the Qingque tribe did not relax at all.

Even more depressing than the day before a rainstorm.

It’s not that Han Chengxi has become a father, but that someone in the tribe is leaving and a life is about to be lost in the tribe.

A lot of people gathered in the twelve connected tiled houses.

In a room at the easternmost end, even more people gathered.

The leading figures of the Qingque tribe have all arrived, including Han Cheng, Wu, the eldest senior brother, the second senior brother, the junior brother Sha, Shang, Gu...

They stood in the room in silence, looking at the earthen kang leaning against the earthen wall with worry and sadness in their eyes.

There was a thin man lying on the kang, and that man was Huo Yi.

There were two women nearby, one of them holding a bowl with half a bowl of deer milk mixed with honey.

The other one sat on the kang, holding Huoyi's head and raising it slightly upwards.

The man holding the deer milk scooped half a spoonful of deer milk and brought it to the fire.

The deer milk slid down the corners of Huo Yi's mouth without him drinking any of it.

"Forget it, don't feed her anymore, let her have a good rest..."

Han Cheng spoke in a dull voice, and the person who was feeding the baby put the spoon back into the bowl. The other person wiped away the flowing deer milk, carefully put down the fire, and quietly got off the kang.

Huoyi has been losing weight for some time, and the main reason is that he is getting older.

Han Cheng, who was not even a half-baked doctor, was also helpless in this regard.

All I can do is to cook for Huoyi myself, make some delicious food, and have people spend more time with her.

Huo Yi's coma began last night and has continued until now.

It’s strange to say, but after the two female primitive people got off the kang, Huoyi woke up instead.

He looked around the room and wanted to stand up and sit up.

Han Cheng saw this and hurried over to support him. Huo Yi was so light at this time that he didn't weigh much.

"Son of God...Witch...Chief..."

She greeted him weakly, and Han Cheng and the others responded with a smile.

Han Cheng pointed at the deer milk placed aside and without letting anyone else touch it, the witch brought it over himself.

"Drink some deer milk to calm your nerves first, then you'll be able to walk."

Huo nodded, and Han Cheng fed her personally, and half a bowl of deer milk slowly went down her stomach.

Huo Yi not only woke up, but also ate half a bowl of deer milk in one go. Huo Er, Wu and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

In their view, as long as they can eat, they are healthy.

Han Cheng wanted to be as optimistic as they were, but he knew in his heart that this was probably just a flash in the pan...

Once the fire was out, it took about ten minutes for the deer milk to go away.

When he left, he had a smile on his face and passed away peacefully...

The passing of life cast a deep sorrow over the Qingque tribe.

The atmosphere in the tribe seemed particularly heavy, and Han Cheng felt heavy in his heart.

Birth, aging, sickness, death, love and separation, long-lasting hatred, cannot obtain, cannot let go.

The eight sufferings of life are always difficult to avoid.

He squatted at the foot of the wall, staring blankly in silence.

The witch came over and squatted beside Han Cheng. After a while, she said, "Son of God, Huoyi has lived a good life. She has enjoyed a life that no one in the tribe has ever enjoyed before... Compared with the people in the past, she has lived long enough..."

Han Cheng nodded silently, knowing that what the witch said was right, but he still felt sad. This was the old man who had stayed in the tribe since he came here, and now he was gone...

"Let's go, and send Huo off for the last time..."

After a moment of silence, Han Cheng stood up and said to Wu.

Huo Yi changed into new clothes and washed his face.

Some people thought it was a waste to dress the dead in newly made linen clothes, but Han Cheng insisted on doing so.

The dead are the greatest. It is their last journey, so it is only natural to dress decently.

Huo Yi was placed in a hastily made wooden box, and then carried by someone all the way to the west of the tribe.

The people from the tribe followed behind to see them off, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Not far from the millet field, a pit more than one meter deep had been dug, and the wooden box and the fire in the box were placed in the pit.

Led by Han Cheng, everyone began to shovel up the soil on the ground with shovels and fill it into the pit one shovel at a time.

The loose soil gradually covered the wooden box, eventually forming an inverted bowl-shaped mound of earth.

In front of the mound, there was a small stone tablet with four words engraved on it - Tomb of Huo Yi.