I am a primitive

The Qingque tribe where the snowflakes have fallen is all white.

The cold and snow, and the joy of the people of the Qingque tribe can't be sealed by the ice.

The return of Xiong Youpi and the others brought back Champa rice, which is extremely precious to the tribe, and the atmosphere of the Qingque tribe was immediately ignited.

Everyone was extraordinarily happy, and the joy in their hearts could not be concealed no matter what.

They didn't want to hide it either, they just wanted to express the joy in their hearts at this time by talking and laughing loudly.

Looking at the laughing people in the tribe, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile.

Seeing the tribe getting stronger day by day and everyone living happily, this feeling is really good.

Talked with Xiong Youpi and others for a while, and carefully understood Xiong Youpi's itinerary on the road this time, the dangers they encountered on the road, as well as the place they arrived, and the Champa rice. After how to find it, Han Cheng gave Xiong Youpi and others some language bonuses.

Afterwards, Han Cheng said to Xiong Youpi and the others, you have worked hard all the way, so hurry up and take a rest.

In the evening, I will make food with you.

Hearing Han Cheng say such words, Xiong Youpi and the others were immediately overjoyed.

After all, Shenzi's culinary skills are recognized as the number one in the entire tribe.

Moreover, as the tribe grows larger, the time when the Son of God cooks food by himself is less and less, and generally, even if he cooks it, it is only eaten by Xiaopea and others. Little can be eaten.

This time, I waited for someone to eat the food made by the Son of God, which made me feel happy and looking forward to it.

Under Han Cheng's order, Xiong Youpi and the others went to rest soon.

The journey along the way, especially the subsequent ice-breaking trip, was very exhausting for Xiong Youpi and the others, and they really needed a good rest.

However, after Han Cheng drove Xiong Youpi and others to rest, he did not immediately go to the kitchen to prepare ingredients for the evening meal.

He went straight to the pocket that Xiong Youpi and others had brought back, and used a small bowl to dig out a bowl of Champa rice.

Then hold it with your hand, leave the room, and go outside the tribe.

The snow has fallen relatively thickly, stepping on the snow that no one has stepped on will not only leave a series of footprints, but also make a creaking sound.

After some walking, Han Cheng came to the tribe's cemetery.

Here in the cemetery, a large number of cypress trees are planted to prevent pangolins from coming to eat bones.

At this time, because of the heavy snowfall, the whole cemetery looked more pure and solemn.

Han Cheng went straight to Wu's grave.

Even at this time, there was a lot of snow on the tombstone and the tomb, and Han Cheng could recognize Wu's tomb at a glance.

Because, this is not the first time he has come here.

During the time Wu passed away, Han Cheng had been here many times.

Han Cheng squatted down in front of Wu's grave, and pushed aside the snow in front of Wu's tombstone with his hands to clean it up.

Then put down the bowl containing the rice.

"Wu, I came to see you, and this time I brought you great news.

See the rice?

These rice is not the ordinary rice in our tribe, it is a very high-yield crop.

In those hot places in the south, three or four crops can be achieved a year.

That is, it can be planted and harvested all year round.

When we came to our tribe, the temperature is not enough, not as warm as that in the south, but planting in Jinguan City and other places further south, it is not a problem to achieve two crops a year.

With these rice seeds, our tribe's food production will definitely increase rapidly.

Even if there is no additional cultivation of arable land, a lot of food can be harvested a year.

Let me tell you, these seeds are not simple.

It was Xiong Youpi and the others who sailed a long way out to sea in a boat before finding it and bringing it back.

Today, Xiong Youpi and the others braved the snow and returned from the Hukou residential area.

When I saw these seeds, I didn't stay in the tribe for too long. After sending Xiong Youpi and the others to sleep, I came to you with the seeds and asked you to take a look.

Let you also feel the joy of our tribe.

I know that seeing these things makes you the happiest..."

Han Cheng squatted here, facing the tomb of the witch, talking in a rambling manner.

Xiang Wu shared the joy of the tribe.

The cemetery under heavy snowfall is extraordinarily quiet.

Han Cheng babbled here, but didn't get a response.

In the past, at this time, he would be happy like a little doll, grinning his toothless mouth, and the old man who couldn't see his eyes when he smiled. At this time, he can no longer be as happy as before.

No matter how good news he brought, he just lay there quietly, unable to give himself any response...

Not seeing Wu's smile, Han Cheng always felt a little uninterested.

But regardless of whether Wu could hear it or not, Han Cheng would think that Wu had heard the news he brought, and he was still chatting with Wu here.

"Whoa!"

Some snow fell from a small cypress tree beside the Wufen.

The snow fell to the ground and shattered.

I don't know if it was the wind, or the little cypress tree couldn't bear the weight of the snow and threw it down.

This kind of movement seemed very abrupt in this extremely quiet environment.

Han Cheng didn't have any worries or fears, but was very happy.

He interpreted it as Wu heard what he said, and responded to himself because his tribe had once again obtained excellent things.

Although he knew that these were all fake, and they were all connections made up by himself, Han Cheng was still willing to think this way.

Doing this would make him feel a little better.