As the sun sets, the heat dissipates and a cool breeze rises.

The chirping birds returned to the forest, and the deer returned from grazing and called out.

As the evening approached, the newly piled graves looked even taller and lonelier.

Huo Er sat quietly in front of the grave mound, looking at the stone tablet and the grave mound behind it with his cloudy eyes.

In the tribe, she has the best and closest relationship with Huo Yi.

The two men are about the same age and do similar things, so they have long been accustomed to each other's presence.

Now that Huo Yi had left so suddenly, Huo Er felt empty inside, as if a lot of things were missing all of a sudden.

But compared with the past, it is still much better.

In the past, when someone in the tribe died, they would be burned.

Completely clean, without any thoughts at all.

Now the Son of God changed his ways, burying the dead in the ground and setting up a stone with a name on it outside.

This makes people look forward to it more than before.

If it were in the past, even if they missed Huo Yi and Huo Er very much, they could only think about them in their hearts. Now that they have this tomb, they can come here and sit for a while.

He always felt better, and Huo Er felt that Huo Yi had not completely left, but had changed his way of existence...

When it was time for dinner, Han Cheng looked around but didn't see Huo Er. After thinking for a while, he led a few people and came straight over here.

At this time, the sky had already dimmed. Huo Er, who was squatting there, looked even thinner and lonelier against the backdrop of the grave pile.

The wind blew, ruffling her sparse gray hair and shaking the leaves, making a rustling sound.

Watching this scene, Han Cheng's nose felt a little sour...

The days passed by one by one, slowly and yet extremely quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the hot summer has passed, and the autumn heat has followed and continues to exude its power.

But no matter what, autumn is autumn. Although it is still very hot during the day, the temperature drops at night.

If you don’t cover yourself with a thin layer of animal skin when you sleep, you will feel cold.

Time is a magical thing. It not only brings about a series of changes, but also heals the pain in people's hearts.

People have gradually gotten used to Huo Yi's death, and when they think of him again, they don't feel as sad as before. Even Huo Er's death has happened less often.

Life is actually like this. We cannot always be immersed in sorrow. The most important thing to do is to work hard and move forward.

When the autumn heat finally faded away, the millet that the Qingque tribe had planted in the spring also turned yellow.

The threshing ground outside the gate has been cleaned up, and many sickles, forks, brooms, wheelbarrows and other things are all ready.

After a sumptuous meal, the people of the Qingque tribe sharpened their knives and rushed to the golden fields with joy of a good harvest.

The sickle moved rapidly, and the millet stalks that were standing with their heads drooped slowly fell to the ground with a "prick, prick" sound.

Sweat slid down the bronze skin, and under the reflection of the autumn sun and the golden millet, it seemed to turn golden as well.

Amid the squeaking sound of the wheelbarrow, the wooden wheels briskly rolled over the newly built stone road, transporting the heavy harvest to the threshing ground...

Spreading the field, beating the field, turning the field, lifting the field, winnowing the field...

After a series of processes, clean grains appeared in front of everyone. After drying, they were sent to the granary.

The millet left over from last year was cleaned out, dried in the sun, and stored separately. When the time comes, the old millet will be eaten first, and then the new millet will be eaten.

The Qingque tribe harvested more millet this year than last year.

On the one hand, the people of the Qingque tribe are more familiar with all aspects of millet planting than last year. On the other hand, more millet is planted this year than last year.

In addition to the initial 800 acres, after the rapeseed was harvested, the 100 acres of land were also planted with late millet under Han Cheng's order.

By the time the early millet is ready to be harvested and brought into the house, the late millet can be harvested.

The yield is naturally not as good as that of early millet, but it is not much less per acre of land.

The 100 acres of land planted with late millet will be left fallow this winter.

Han Cheng will select more than 100 acres of land that has never been planted with rapeseed to plant rapeseed this year.

Different species have different requirements for nutrients in the soil, which is one of the reasons why Han Cheng rotates millet and rapeseed...

The days seem to be very similar every day, but they are repeated and yet full of new ideas.

When the people of the Green Bird Tribe finished harvesting the hemp and buried it in the hemp pit, the leader of the Donkey Tribe also went to trade with the things he had exchanged with the Green Bird Tribe far away.

Compared to his previous high spirits, the leader of the donkey tribe seemed a little silent at this time.

There was a reason for his silence. As the trade continued, the furs of the surrounding tribes had been exchanged for most of them in exchange for precious pottery and salt.

It is very difficult to easily obtain a large amount of fur from these tribes.

All he could do was to take the people in the tribe, carrying pottery and salt, and continue to move further away. Only those tribes that had never exchanged could provide large amounts of furs.

The ever-increasing itinerary is a considerable burden for the donkey tribe.

It is precisely because of this that the leader of the donkey tribe has become relatively silent...

Cao Gen put a few early-ripening fruits into the grass basket behind him.

There were some scars on his body, and his already crooked nose became even more crooked.

The one who beat him was the second leader of the Tengshe tribe, and the reason for being beaten was very simple.

I have been waiting here for such a long time, but the dark tribe that Cao Gen mentioned has never come here once.

After putting the fruits into the basket, Cao Gen stood up and looked again in the direction where the dark tribe had come from. All he saw were trees and weeds.

The dark tribe was still nowhere to be seen, just like the herd of deer he had been waiting for.

Now, the grassroots' expectations for that dark tribe have surpassed those hateful deer.

If the deer didn't come, he would at most just eat less meat, and if the dark tribe didn't come again, he would be beaten again in a few days.

"#￥%!"

The anxious grass root cursed a few times, but because of his crooked nose, his voice sounded a little hoarse.

However, after cursing, all I can do is continue to wait...

"A man from the donkey tribe, carrying three pottery jars tied together, pointed ahead and shouted excitedly.

The somewhat dazed leader of the Donkey Tribe quickly looked over...

(This is the beginning of the prologue to the fight against Teng Snake. This plot has been conceived for a long time and should be more exciting)