Chapter 642 These are my real parents



There was a little more warmth in the fields around the tribe, and with the efforts of the people of the Qingque tribe, more and more land was turned over.

The moist soil is exposed to the air, bringing with it a pleasant smell.

Heavy snow and cold weather are not without their benefits. The layers of snow provide the land with sufficient moisture and also freeze many insects to death.

Can effectively reduce the chance of disease and insect pests.

The slightly warm spring sun shines on the earth, and the still cold spring breeze shakes Han Cheng's sleeves.

Han Dashenzi stood with his hands behind his back, holding a pen in one hand, and took a few steps back to carefully examine his handwriting.

The handwriting is not very good, but the meaning is very good.

In later generations, no matter how ugly the word "拆" was written, many people still hoped that this word would appear on their houses.

Because this word represents the prosperity of a family, the abundant material wealth that comes with it, the confidence to drive a nice car to work, and then to fire the boss if the work doesn't go your way.

With this word, after experiencing the joy of becoming rich suddenly, many people will become calm and peaceful, and will be more patient and tolerant in dealing with others.

The meaning of such a word in later generations far exceeds the "Fu" that is pasted on the door during the New Year.

No matter how well you write "福", or whether you use it upright or upside down, it is not as real as this word.

In later times, Han Cheng's hometown was in an extremely remote area, and he would not be able to write such a character for decades.

This is also one of the main reasons why he has to go on a mission alone on Valentine's Day.

People are like this, the more they lack something, the more they desire it.

Han Cheng, who had no hope of having the word "demolish" written on his house in the future, wrote this word with good meaning on the wall of the tribe himself.

Although I know that it is of no use even if it is written down, sometimes looking at it still makes my heart beat faster.

After admiring his own handwriting for a while, Han Cheng walked to the other side and continued writing the word.

While writing this, a light bulb went off in my head and a very good idea came to my mind.

If, before going on a blind date, you had written a Chinese character on your own house and the houses of your neighbors, the result of the blind date might have been completely different, right?

After the flash of inspiration, all that's left is deep regret. Why didn't I think of such a good idea before?

After thinking about this regretfully for a while, Han Cheng returned to the tribe carrying the pottery jar and the big brush. From afar, he saw his son twisting his body from time to time in the simple baby walker, and his sister Bai Xue pushing the walker. Han Cheng shook his head and threw away all the messy thoughts from his mind.

Fortunately, no one liked me before, otherwise I would have a lot more worries in this era.

Thinking of this, he snorted again. In the future, no woman would be attracted to him, but now he is very popular. He only needs to say a word and the women in the tribe will take turns to squeeze him dry.

In his heart, he severely criticized the women who had gone on blind dates with him in later generations for not recognizing the value of his wealth. With a strong sense of spiritual victory, Han Cheng walked up to his fat son with a smile and teased him.

Coming up to her and looking at the black ink on his hands, Han Cheng had an idea and began to dress up Little Pea.

With Han Cheng's delicate care, a little old man wearing open-crotch pants and sitting in a walker was freshly produced.

Sister Bai Xue was laughing so hard that she squatted on the ground with one hand on her stomach, and she was laughing until tears came out.

After finally stopping her laughter, she looked up at Little Pea, who was sitting in the stroller with a confused look on her face, and immediately started laughing again, holding her stomach.

Han Cheng, who had done the dirty work, was standing aside and watching with great delight.

Well, this couple is indeed real parents.

Having a child is meaningless if you don't use it to have fun.

Looking at the little old man-like Little Pea, Han Cheng couldn't close his mouth and thought to himself with great satisfaction...

Time passed little by little as everyone was working. When it was getting dark, the eldest brother who was leading the people working in the fields finally struck the clapper in his hand.

When people who had worked all day heard the sound, some of them immediately put down their tools and carried them back.

Some people looked at the little land left in front, and used a few hoes to dig up the land before going back.

As the leader and the most core member of the Qingque tribe, the eldest brother undoubtedly loves to do work more.

Although he was the one who struck the clapper, he waited until most people had left before he carried his tools and walked back with the crowd.

Don't underestimate this moment of effort. Over the years, the eldest brother has turned over a lot more ground than those who go back when they hear the sound of the stick.

"What's wrong?"

The eldest brother who was walking behind carried the tools and walked for a while. He found that the people who had walked ahead did not return to the courtyard directly as usual, but stopped in front of the gate, stood there and gathered around, pointing and talking near the gate.

The eldest senior brother, who didn't understand what was going on, couldn't help but mutter to himself, then went forward to check the situation.

With Han Cheng's efforts to improve morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor, and especially under the terrifying suppression of the ruler and the punishment of copying words, the people of the Qingque tribe can more or less recognize some words.

At this time, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to read, because some people have already started to recite it consciously for everyone.

"Tear it down? What does that mean?"

The eldest brother kept repeating this word, and like the others, he was confused.

When they heard people say that this was written by the Son of God, everyone was even more confused. They didn't know what the Son of God meant by suddenly writing such a word on the wall.

Among the crowd was an old man from the Qingque tribe who was farming with Dou today. After thinking for a while, he immediately said some of the words that the Son of God said today.

As a result, the already confused crowd became even more confused. Such a good wall had to be demolished?

Unlike Han Cheng, who couldn't help but feel overwhelmed when he saw the word "demolish" appear on his house, everyone in the tribe was filled with astonishment and a little panic.

Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff again after seeing this scene.

The effect of the word "demolish" appearing at the gate was soon apparent. During dinner, many people came up to him, hesitating because they didn't want Han Cheng to demolish the wall.

After dinner, the eldest brother and others went to look for Han Cheng one after another without any prior arrangement.

"Let's do the spring ploughing first, and we can talk about this later!"

After rounds of bombing, Han Dashenzi finally couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his feet and kicked several people in the room on the buttocks, kicked each of them twice, and drove them all out.

Of course he had reason to be angry about this matter. Waves of people came here, but most of them couldn't say anything after arriving. They just blinked their eyes and looked at you with a very innocent expression, as if you had stolen their leg of lamb.

It would be okay if there were only a few people like this, but if there were too many, it would start to make people feel uncomfortable.

Han Dashenzi went crazy, and the house suddenly became quiet.

"Damn it, it seems that I have to show off my real skills to let you short-sighted guys broaden your horizons!"

Han Cheng was depressed, sniffling and trying to think of a big move...

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