Mao was still as hardworking as ever. After several years of business life, he had developed some occupational diseases.

When winter was about to pass and the ice and snow were about to melt, he thought about taking people out for a walk and making a fortune from the surrounding tribes.

Especially after Han Cheng told Mao and the others about the propaganda team's plan not long ago, Mao became even more enthusiastic about this trip.

After all, at this time, under normal circumstances, the food stored by many tribes has been almost consumed.

If the tribes brought some food and other things over at such a time, they would undoubtedly be greatly welcomed by these tribes.

It's an excellent opportunity to show the tribe's wealth, strength, and kindness.

When Han Cheng explained the matter to Shang and Mao before, he did not mention going out at this time of year.

Obviously, the idea of ​​leading them out to trade at this time of year was something they both thought of.

"Wait a little longer. The weather is still cold now, and the tribe is not short of furs and other things. You don't have to work too hard."

After Han Cheng praised Shang and Mao's ideas, he did not agree directly, but said this.

This is indeed the truth. Han Cheng, who went to Tongshan twice last year, has a deep understanding of the hardships of traveling long distances for business.

At that time, the snow had not yet melted, so the road was much easier to walk on.

Even if the tribe has tents, hats, gloves and other things, the hardship of going out in cold seasons is still unavoidable.

The tribe has grown a lot now, so we don't have to fight like that anymore.

Han Cheng's words did not have any effect. On the contrary, after hearing his words, the two guys, who felt warm in their chests, patted their chests even louder.

He kept saying that he had things like vanishing cream and tents, so there was nothing to worry about.

Han Cheng held his forehead helplessly. If he had known earlier, he would have not said those words before.

Seeing that both of them had expressed their opinions like this, Han Cheng had no choice but to agree after carefully explaining the need to pay more attention to safety.

A day later, that is, on the third day, the trading team of the Qingque tribe set out again.

Led by Shang and Mao, the group left the tribe, holding weapons, leading deer loaded with goods, and bringing a few dogs, and started the first trade of the new year.

The goods they carried this time were different from those in the past. In addition to salt and pottery, they also brought a lot of husked millet.

In this era, food is the most attractive thing and the thing that can best demonstrate wealth. Since Han Cheng intends to let the trade team show the wealth of the tribe, it is inevitable that the trade team will carry more food.

After watching the trade team disappear into the vast snowfield, Han Cheng led his men back to the tribe...

All kinds of sounds blend together, filling the ears with noise and making people feel dizzy.

There were people coming from all directions, carrying large and small bags, speaking with different accents, crowding together, heading towards the exit in the distance.

The passage, which had been built to be as spacious as possible, still seemed particularly crowded and narrow as the year drew to a close.

Han Cheng, carrying a heavy backpack, was also one of the crowded crowd.

At this moment, he was not very old, only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the beard that was just beginning to turn black made his face look even more youthful.

In this crowded crowd, it is impossible to walk fast, you can only move forward slowly with the crowd.

All he could do was reach out his hand and struggle to pull aside the corner of the snakeskin bag on his left that kept hitting his eyes.

Of course, it is impossible to walk slowly. Even if you stop, the people behind you can push you forward at a set speed.

After the corner of the snakeskin bag that was blocking his eyes was pulled aside, a woman dressed very fashionably in that era appeared in front of Han Cheng.

Her hair was dyed a little yellow and wavy on one side, she wore a beige furry top and a hip-hugging leather skirt, she looked mature and charming.

Han Cheng, who was only seventeen years old, had never had such close contact with the opposite sex, especially this kind of opposite sex.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, hormones are growing rapidly and have nowhere to dissipate. The slightest stimulation will make you extremely excited.

Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat when he opened the snakeskin bag, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

His face instantly felt hot, and he was also trying to shrink back, trying to create some distance between himself and the person of the opposite sex in front of him.

At the same time, he reached out and prepared to pull back a corner of the snakeskin bag to block his sight and not look at the woman in front of him.

He hadn't accomplished either of the two things he wanted to do.

Perhaps because the owner of the snakeskin bag sensed that Han Cheng had just moved it to the side, he turned the bag to the side, and Han Cheng could no longer reach it.

The little distance he had managed to create between himself and the woman disappeared in an instant out of his control amid the crowd of people behind him.

At the same time Han Cheng felt the leather skirt, the person in front also obviously felt Han Cheng.

The wavy golden hair tilted to one side, and the woman in front turned her head with some effort.

What appeared before my eyes was a face of a person in her thirties who looked very beautiful.

Han Cheng looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head in an instant. He didn't dare to look at the woman, his face flushed.

He used all his strength to push his body back, trying to create some distance, but in the crowded crowd, his body was completely out of Han Cheng's control.

For a moment, unprecedented embarrassment and shame filled Han Cheng's chest, making him wish he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

The woman in front turned her head away without saying anything, which gave Han Cheng some comfort. If she said something at this time, she would really not be able to explain anything.

Just as he was overwhelmed with emotions, a small hand moved from the front to the back and grabbed Han Cheng...

Han Cheng froze, his mind went blank. If he hadn't been squeezed by the people behind him, he would have stood there in a daze.

The noisy sounds around disappeared, and only the rhythm remained in my blank mind.

This rhythm didn't last long, and a warm feeling came over...

“Damn it…”

In the darkness of the night, Han Cheng's low curse was heard. This happened so many years ago, but he dreamed about it again at this moment, and the memories were still so clear.

Lying here, he recalled the hand that was not released until they reached the exit, and the smile the woman turned her head and gave him. After so many years, Han Chengdu had already returned to the primitive society, but his face still couldn't help but feel a little hot.

So embarrassing!

How can you tease a young man like this!