The autumn sun shines down, filtering through the emerald green bamboo leaves, casting spots of light.

Under the shadow of the bamboo, next to the granite mill, there is a wooden shelf with a wooden box hanging on it.

The wooden box was filled with soft, golden fresh millet stalks, which still carried some of the lingering fragrance of grain.

There was some linen spread on the stalks of millet, and on the linen lay a fat baby wearing linen clothes and covered with a linen sheet.

This baby is really fat. Even when lying there, its face has become a pear shape due to excessive fat, and it looks chubby.

The arm sticking out from under the linen sheet was segmented like a white and tender lotus root that had just been dug out of the water and washed, with chubby little flesh pits at the base of the chubby little fingers.

At this time, two fingers of the chubby little hand were stuffed in the toothless mouth.

These two fingers are undoubtedly delicious, otherwise the chubby little guy wouldn't eat them so sweetly and contentedly.

While drooling, a smile occasionally appeared on his chubby face.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

A head suddenly popped up and appeared above the baby, blocking the little bits of autumn sun that were leaking in.

Looking at his chubby son, Han Cheng couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and put them on the little guy's armpits. A smile appeared on his face, and he made some noises to tease him, starting a game that father and son often played.

The chubby Pea squinted his eyes and opened his toothless mouth, revealing a smile that was even happier than Han Cheng's.

Little Pea, who was just over a hundred days old, could already laugh out loud. Being tickled by Han Cheng like this, his two arms began to wave around wildly, and the linen sheet covering his body was pulled aside.

Han Cheng lowered his head a little too low, and was too close to the little guy. In a few seconds, the little guy's saliva-covered hands grabbed his face.

If it were someone else, after something like this happened, Han Cheng would definitely wipe his face with disgust, then stay away from this guy, and maybe even kick him in the butt a few times.

But when it came to Little Pea, everything was different. Not only did he not pull his face out of his son's clutches, but he moved closer to make his son's grip more comfortable.

After playing this game for a while, Han Cheng reached out and picked up Little Pea from the cradle, put the diaper in place first, and then put his arms around him and held him in his arms.

Thanks to Han Cheng's various delicious nourishing meals, Bai Xue's milk supply was sufficient.

With good food, Little Pea will have a strong body.

The baby, who was only a hundred days old, already weighed more than 15 kilograms, which was rare in primitive times. Even in the Green Bird tribe where food was abundant, there were not many babies who were as fat as Little Pea at a hundred days old.

The little guy weighing more than 15 pounds was like a stone egg in my arms.

Little Pea's neck had become strong, and he could keep his head upright for a while without Han Cheng's help. However, sometimes he couldn't control himself and banged his head against Han Cheng's chest, leaving a pool of saliva.

Holding his son in his arms, he babbled some words that even aliens could hardly understand, and the father and son were communicating very happily.

Not far away, after adding mulberry leaves to the autumn silkworms, Sister Bai Xue, who was holding a bamboo basket, looked over here. Seeing this scene, she felt particularly peaceful and happy in her heart.

This kind of happiness diluted the boredom caused by Brother Cheng leaving the tribe tomorrow...

As night falls, the busy and bustling Qingque tribe falls into silence, with only the autumn insects chirping in the night.

This sound, coupled with the gradually cooler night and the fireflies flickering with cold light in the last few days, made the surroundings even more peaceful.

Uh, that’s not right. In addition to the chirping of autumn insects, there are some other sounds faintly heard in the night.

Han Cheng's panting and Bai Xue's kitten-like cries mixed together to play a primitive melody.

Such music is usually indispensable before a man goes on a long journey or after he returns from it.

When you leave, it's a farewell; when you come back, it's a welcome.

In the past, when generals went to war or returned victorious, they would fire cannons to send them off or to celebrate. For example, in the famous "Mu Guiying Takes Command", there is a line: "The three cannon shots outside the camp gate were like thunder. In Tianbo Mansion..."

Han Cheng is not a general now, so he naturally cannot use three cannon shots to send off his troops. For him, one or two cannon shots are enough.

If there really are three cannon shots, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave tomorrow.

The sound of the procession was a little too loud, and soon another sound was added to the quiet night - the crying of a child.

"Damn it! You are here just to go against me!"

Han Cheng waited for a while and saw that Little Pea not only did not stop crying, but cried even harder. He had no choice but to stop, wipe the sweat from his head, cursed angrily, and let go of Snow White who had curled up into a small ball...

The next morning, the people of the Qingque tribe got up early. The trading team headed by Shang and Mao led the deer out, and they also placed all the things they had packed in the past two days on the deer.

The rest of the people had basically gotten up as well. Some were doing things, while others were surrounding the group who were about to go out, chatting a word or two from time to time.

The people gathered in the courtyard, while talking in low voices, all did the same thing from time to time, which was to look towards the door where the Son of God lived.

"Squeak~"

The closed wooden door opened from the inside, and the Son of God, who looked a little depressed, emerged from inside.

Everyone who heard the noise looked up towards the door. Even though Han Cheng had made some mental preparations before coming out, he still felt a little embarrassed at this scene.

Fortunately, he had already developed a thick skin over the years, and he pretended to be calm and walked steadily step by step, facing everyone's gaze.

"What are you all doing here? Just do whatever you need to do."

Han Cheng used this to cover up his embarrassment.

After finishing speaking, he went to wash up and eat.

Damn it, it turns out that the child was born to cheat the father!

Han Cheng avoided everyone's sight and washed his face with cold water while cursing angrily in his heart.

I don’t know what went wrong with the kid last night. He started crying when the critical moment came. And it was very loud, the kind that required coaxing for a long time before he calmed down.

As a result, something that could have been completed in a short time was delayed until the late night, and I didn’t even have enough fun and just ended it hastily.

That would have been fine, but after getting up exhausted, I had to face the strange looks from the entire tribe.

It would be fine if something really happened, but the key is that things are different from what everyone imagined, and there is no way to explain this to anyone.

Han Cheng was so depressed because of this.

Fortunately, this is his own son. If it were someone else, Han Cheng would have thrown him out of the house through the window last night.

"Set off!"

After quickly washing up and having a meal, Han Cheng cheered up and led his men out of the tribe, heading towards the Copper Mountain of the Tengshe Tribe.

After walking a few steps, he turned around and looked at Sister Snow White who was standing not far away holding Little Pea in her arms. Although he really wanted to beat up the little guy who was cheating his father, he was still reluctant to leave now.

Han Cheng resisted the urge to go back and hug the brat again. He waved to the mother and son and the even older looking Wu not far away, then turned around and continued walking into the distance.

Sometimes it's just like that, you can't have it all.

Even if one wants to stay with his parents, wife and children, and live with them forever, reality forces one to harden his heart and head towards a very far place, looking back every few steps.

Because I can't support my whole family if I stay at home...

Han Cheng's current situation is nothing compared to the many people in later generations who left home to work far away. He is still so reluctant to leave. Let alone how those people in later generations feel who work thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away and can only stay at home for a few short days during the Chinese New Year must feel.

(The second chapter has been sent, it’s a little late, sorry, I will start coding the third chapter soon, it should be out before twelve o’clock, book friends, go to bed early and get up tomorrow morning to read)