I am a primitive

So after some teaching, the result was that Han Cheng, the father, looked at the little pea in the cradle with a happy face, and called his father for a long time.

Sometimes it seems that teaching children to call dad is not such a lucrative job.

If you want the little boy to call him daddy, you have to call out to him how many times first...

After the year has passed, spring is not so far away.

After estimating that in ten days or so, the ice and snow would start to melt, Mao began to propose to Han Cheng to lead a trade team and take this opportunity to take people out of the tribe to conduct trade.

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Mao was still as hardworking as ever. After several years of business life, he left him with something similar to occupational diseases.

When winter is about to pass and the ice and snow are about to melt, I want to lead people out for a walk and make a fortune in the surrounding tribes.

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

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

If the tribes go over at such a time with some food and other things, it will undoubtedly be greatly welcomed by these tribes.

An excellent time to show how rich, powerful and good the tribe is.

When Han Cheng told Shang and Mao about things before, he didn't mention going out this season.

Obviously, it was the two of them who came up with the idea of ​​taking them out for trade at this season.

"Wait a little longer, the weather is still cold now, and there is not much shortage of furs in the tribe, so there is no need to work too hard."

After Han Cheng praised Shang and Mao's thoughts, he didn't agree directly, but said such words.

This is indeed true. Han Cheng, who went to Copper Mountain twice last year, has a deep understanding of the hardships of traveling long distances to do business.

But at that time, it was not the season when the snow had not melted, so it was much easier to walk on the road.

Even if there are tents, hats, and gloves in the tribe, the hard work of going out in the cold season is still unavoidable.

The tribe has grown a lot now, so there is no need to fight like that anymore.

Han Cheng's words didn't have any effect. On the contrary, after hearing his words, the two guys who felt warm in their chests slapped their chests louder.

Keep showing that there are 'snow cream' and tents, so don't worry at all.

Han Cheng helped his forehead helplessly, knowing that it would be better not to say those words before.

Seeing that both of them expressed their views in this way, 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 trade team of the Qingque tribe was dispatched again.

The people headed by Shang and Mao left the tribe with weapons, a deer laden with goods, and a few dogs, and started the first trade in the new year.

The goods carried this time are different from the previous ones. In addition to salt and pottery, they also brought a lot of hulled millet.

In this era, food is the most alluring thing and the thing that can best show the level of wealth. Since Han Cheng intentionally wants the trade team to show the wealth of the tribe, at this time, it is inevitable for the trade team to carry more food.

After watching the people who saw off the trade team disappear into the vast snowfield, Han Cheng took them back to the tribe...

All kinds of voices are connected together, and the ears are full of noise, which makes people feel dizzy.

There are people in all directions, carrying big bags and small bags, speaking different accents, crowding each other, heading for the distant exit.

The passage has been built as spacious as possible, but it still looks extremely crowded and narrow when the new year is approaching.

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

At this time, he was young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and some beards that were just about to turn black made his face even greener.

In this crowded flow of people, it is impossible to go fast, but to move forward slowly with the flow of people.

All he could do was reach out with one hand, and pull the corner of the snakeskin pocket on the left that was constantly bumping in front of his eyes with great effort.

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

After the corner of the snakeskin pocket that blocked the eyes was pulled aside, what appeared in front of Han Cheng was a well-dressed woman who was very fashionable in this era.

His hair was dyed a little yellow, wavy on one side of his shoulders, his upper body was wearing a beige furry dress, and his lower body was wearing a small leather skirt that covered his hips. It was full of mature style at first glance.

Han Cheng, who is only 17 years old, has never had such close contact with the opposite sex, especially such a opposite sex.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, it was the age when hormones were growing rapidly and had nowhere to disperse. When they were slightly stimulated, they were immediately overwhelmed with excitement.

Han Cheng, who opened the snakeskin pocket, thumped in his heart, screaming that it was not good.

While his face was burning hot instantly, he also shrank back vigorously, trying to increase the distance between him and the opposite sex in front of him.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand, preparing to pull back the corner of the snakeskin pocket, blocking his sight and not looking at the woman in front of him.

Of the two things he wanted to do, neither was accomplished.

Perhaps feeling that Han Cheng had just pulled it aside, the owner of the snakeskin pocket turned the snakeskin pocket to one side, and Han Cheng could no longer reach it.

And the little distance he worked so hard to put away from the woman disappeared in an instant without his control under the crowd of people behind.

While Han Cheng felt the leather skirt, the person in front also clearly felt Han Cheng.

The wavy long golden hair was tilted to one side, and the woman in front seemed to be struggling to turn her head.

What appeared in front of him was a pretty face in his thirties.

Han Cheng met her gaze, then lowered his head in an instant, not daring to look at the woman, blushing hot.

He pushed his body back with all his strength, trying to get some distance to come out, but in the crowded crowd, his body was not under Han Cheng's control at all.

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

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 really couldn't say anything clearly.

Just when there were mixed feelings, a small hand moved from the front to the back, grabbing Han Cheng...

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

The noisy voices around disappeared, and only the rhythm of one click and one click remained in the blank mind.

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