Inside the room, the lit oil lamp had long been extinguished. The light reflected from the snow outside shone on the windows covered with a thin layer of leather, making the unlit room somewhat bright. After the eyes adjusted to the light, some vague outlines could be seen.

In the dim light, one can see Han Cheng, a sports enthusiast, doing push-ups on the warm kang.

As Han Cheng bent his arms up and down, Little Pea, who was holding Han Cheng's neck and hanging on Han Cheng's back like a little monkey, giggled from time to time.

"Dad, keep doing it, keep doing it..."

I woke up in the middle of the night and found Little Pea playing games. I laughed and when I saw my father stop, I urged him in a baby voice.

Han Cheng, with a frown on his forehead, repeated the word "his own child" several times in his mind before he resisted the urge to pick up the little guy's legs and throw him into the urinal. He bent his arms and did a few push-ups.

When he bent his arms, his eyes met Bai Xuemei who was lying on the kang, and both of them showed an extremely helpless expression in their eyes.

Amidst Little Pea's giggles, Han Cheng did more than ten more. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and coaxed Little Pea off his back. Resisting the urge to kick him off the kang, he told him the story of the seven dwarfs who became very short because they didn't sleep at night. It took him a while to coax the little guy, who seemed particularly energetic after sleeping for a while, to sleep.

After finally coaxing the little guy to sleep, the two looked at each other for a few seconds and finally got together.

But there are some psychological shadows in my heart.

Han Cheng always felt that the sleeping kid would suddenly wake up and say something like "riding on the sidewalk" in a baby voice, asking him to continue doing push-ups with him on his back...

So the enthusiasm that had been brewing for a long time ended in such a hasty way.

Tomorrow I will give you a separate kang so you can sleep on it by yourself!

Let you, your unlucky child, stay awake in the middle of the night, yelling about riding a bicycle or something like that!

Han Dashenzi, who was full of resentment, looked at Little Pea who had fallen asleep beside him and thought indignantly in his heart.

In fact, Little Pea already had his own bed, but when the weather turned cold, Han Cheng was worried that the little guy wouldn't be able to sleep well alone, so he moved him to the big kang where he and Bai Xuemei slept.

Who knew this guy would do something so embarrassing tonight.

Han Cheng, who was lying on the kang, had a reason why he was so keen on sports tonight. It was the opportunity he mentioned when he told the witch about the large-scale liberation of a group of slaves from the Tengshe tribe.

If there is no opportunity, you have to create one yourself. It is easy to say this, but it is so difficult to do it.

Take Han Cheng for example. He has a headache from thinking about this matter from day to night, even until midnight. He has been unable to sleep because of thinking about it, but he has not figured out any good way to create a suitable opportunity to increase the effect of what is going to happen next.

Night is for sleeping.

This is the philosophy that Han Dashenzi has always adhered to since he came to primitive society. Insomnia is not allowed.

I couldn't sleep, and I took sleeping pills to sleep, so something strange happened tonight...

But no matter what, the effect of the sleeping pills was as good as ever. Not long after taking them, Han Dashenzi fell asleep...

The next day, in an office next to the big tiled house of the Qingque tribe where a brazier was lit, Han Cheng sat on a wooden stool wrapped in fur, holding a brush in his hand, writing and drawing on the paper in front of him.

He is working on Qingque's ten-year development plan.

This was a way for Han Cheng to divert his attention after he had been thinking about it for half a day but still had no results. His confused mind made him think of this way.

Every year's development plan must be made and done as well as possible. After all, this is what Qingque will do in the next year or even several years in the general direction.

In Qingque's ten-year development plan, it is imperative to reclaim more land, plant more crops, and harvest more food. This is because food problems have always been the most fundamental and core issue in the tribe and should not be underestimated at all.

The issues surrounding the land can also lead to other things.

For example, in order to train newly acquired donkeys and to better use them for plowing, donkey harnesses tailored for the donkeys are needed.

After all, donkeys and deer are very different, and a harness suitable for deer is not suitable for donkeys.

At the same time, a batch of bronze plows also need to be cast and produced after the spring of next year.

A batch of necessary farm tools such as bronze shovels and bronze hoes also need to be cast.

After all, the more people there are in the tribe, the more tools they need.

Han Cheng leaned over the desk, thinking and writing down these things on paper.

After a long while, Han Cheng put down his pen, thought for a while, opened the door and walked out of the yard.

In the yard, the chubby Tuantuan was walking clumsily with a look of resentment on his face.

Of course it felt resentful, because the lawless fellow Little Pea was riding on its back, giggling with joy.

Seeing Han Cheng coming, Tuantuan, who was rounder than Yuan, hurried over and grabbed Han Cheng's legs with its two front paws to prevent Han Cheng from leaving.

It wants Han Cheng to take Han Cheng's stupid son away, and it doesn't want to bother itself with anything else.

In the past, whenever it did this, Han Cheng would take Little Pea away.

But today is obviously different.

The silly son riding on Tuantuan, giggling with joy, easily reminded Han Cheng of some unpleasant things that happened last night.

"I don't want this annoying kid anymore."

Han Cheng finally pulled his legs out of the bear hug, pulled his pants that were almost pulled off by the bear hug, rubbed Tuantuan's head in anger, left a word, turned around and walked away neatly, leaving the panda Tuantuan alone with a look of grievance on his face.

Which one is more powerful, a naughty kid or a bear?

The answer is obvious. You can easily get it by looking at the bear lying in the snow with a look of despair and having lost his dream of life, and then looking at the laughing bear child on the panda.

This is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that this naughty kid has a naughty parent who doesn't care about him...

Han Cheng, the head of the Xiong family, was standing on the wall at this time, looking at the snow-covered tribe in the cold wind.

Looking around, apart from the mountain behind and the trees that were deliberately left there, there are few plants around.

These are the results of the hard work of the people of the Qingque tribe in reclaiming the land over the years.

In the past, Han Cheng felt particularly happy when looking at this vast piece of land, but today he felt a little uncomfortable.

Because all the land around the tribe has been reclaimed, if we want to reclaim land further away, all kinds of inconveniences will arise...

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