Han Cheng sat at a long table in a large blue brick and tile house, holding a charcoal pencil in one hand and a ruler in the other, drawing every bit very seriously.

This was not Han Cheng’s first time painting, but it was his most serious one.

With the increase in the population of the tribe and the corresponding increase in work, compared with the increasingly busy people of the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng, the leader of the Qingque tribe, seems to be less busy than before.

Because after a few years, the people in the tribe have learned a lot of things, and many of them can be done by everyone without him having to do it himself.

For example, during the current spring ploughing, what Han Cheng does most is to emphasize to everyone the importance of spring ploughing, and then set a goal for everyone, where to open up the land. After these general directions are set, he can be at ease and be a hands-off boss.

This is also the main reason why he can lock himself in the house and paint with peace of mind during this season.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of the charcoal pencil in Han Cheng's hand scratching on the paper.

In the courtyard, the witch who was lying in front of the door, looking into the house, waiting for the mouse to fall into the trap and then rush in, was always a little absent-minded these days. After looking for a while, he would turn his head and glance at the big blue brick and tile house.

He got some stones and fiddled with them. After a while, he would stop and look at the big blue brick and tile house.

It’s a pity that the distance is quite far, and the doors and windows of the large blue brick and tile house are closed, so the scene inside cannot be seen at all.

And this time was different from before. After the Son of God brought in paper, pens, ink, and paint, he left instructions and did not allow anyone to enter and disturb.

So they could only look inside from time to time.

This made several people who were used to seeing the Son of God create new things quite itchy.

Especially when they thought of the magical colors that the Son of God had created with those paints a few days ago, Wu, Shitou and the others felt as if there was a kitten in their hearts, constantly teasing them with its furry tail.

In the wilderness, the eldest brother and others were working hard to plow the land. A herd of deer were pulling the plow in the field, turning up a patch of moist soil.

The busy work and the longing and desire for food made the people in the tribe not think too much about the expansion of the tribe.

Moreover, since he mentioned it that time, the Son of God has never mentioned it again. Perhaps he has forgotten about it.

The days pass by busy and fulfilling, and it seems that nothing has changed. But when you look back suddenly, you find that things have changed greatly.

Before we knew it, grass had sprouted out of the ground and willow trees were sprouting tender buds.

From a distance, there is some tender green among the withered yellow.

The apricot and peach blossoms have not bloomed yet, so the swallows migrating south have not returned.

However, the bear that had been hibernating in a tree hole came out and walked through the woods, dragging its thinner body, hoping to find enough food to satisfy its hungry stomach and replenish the fat it had lost.

During this period, Han Cheng spent most of his time writing and drawing in the large blue brick and tile house during the day, focusing on making a plan for the Qingque tribe.

A few wisps of warm spring breeze blew by, bringing with them some light ink-colored clouds. The entire sky looked as if someone had casually painted it with a brush dipped in ink.

The weather here is a bit like the temperament of primitive people, even the spring rain falls rather lightly.

Not long after the storm, a spring rain fell.

In the past, people in the tribe didn’t like rain very much, because once it rained heavily, it meant they couldn’t go out hunting or gathering food.

But now it is different. They have gradually become accustomed to farming and are very welcome to the timely rain.

When the spring rain falls, people who have been busy for a while have a legitimate reason to take a break.

In the blue brick and tile house, Han Cheng opened the window and looked at the drizzling rain outside, adding the last bit of color.

There was a sound of dripping rain outside the window. Han Cheng, looking at the painting on the table that took more than half a month to complete, felt peaceful in his heart and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He did not take the painting out immediately, but sat here quietly watching the rain through the open window, enjoying this peaceful and leisurely time.

The rain was drizzling outside the window, and occasionally a child would put his hands above his head and run by laughing.

My feet stepped into the shallow puddle, splashing water...

This spring rain did not last too long. It stopped not long after lunch, and the warm sun came out from the sky in the afternoon.

Seeing this, the eldest brother asked people to go outside with tools and continue to turn the soil.

At this time, the door of the large blue brick and tile house opened from the inside, and Han Cheng walked out holding a roll of paper.

“Son of God…”

“Son of God…”

Everyone who saw Han Cheng greeted him.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded to everyone, then said, "Don't rush to the fields. We finally have a rainy day. Let's all take a good rest and let the fields dry out. We can continue digging tomorrow..."

"I just happened to show you something."

After Han Cheng finished speaking, he asked his eldest brother and others to notify the people in the tribe to gather here at the large blue brick and tile house.

Everyone's eyes fell on the roll of paper in Han Cheng's hand, wondering what was on it.

Han Cheng did not keep the secret for long. When most people had arrived, he pulled open one end of the scroll and let the witch hold it with her hand.

Han Cheng took the remaining scroll and slowly walked to the other side.

Everyone in the tribe watched all this with curiosity and inquiry. Some people were still talking in low voices, guessing what the Son of God had done this time and what was on the paper.

As Han Cheng moved, the rolled scroll slowly opened, and the things inside gradually appeared before everyone's eyes.

As the scroll slowly opened, the witch who was holding the scroll at the other end stood up straight.

The stone in my heart, which had been scratching like a kitten, widened its eyes.

Before the scroll was half unfolded, all the noise from the crowd disappeared.

No one made any requests to the crowd, but everyone consciously shut their mouths and stopped talking, all carefully watching the painting slowly unfolding before their eyes.

Amazement, shock, stupor...this series of things were performed by everyone.

Han Cheng glanced at everyone and didn't say much, but continued to unfold the scroll.

But he felt very happy in his heart. Now the reaction of the people was the greatest affirmation of his busyness in recent times.

In complete silence, Han Cheng spread out the entire scroll, revealing everything on the scroll to everyone without reservation.

"This...is this our new home?"

After a long time, someone finally asked with a trembling voice...

.