I am a primitive

Today, the carpenter's room of the Qingque Tribe has become the favorite place for the children of the tribe to come.

Apart from squatting there and watching them turn wood and other things into a strong and spacious donkey cart, what they want to do most is to learn from God, pushing the car that is full of copper nails and connected by a yellow bronze axle. Let alone the joy that such a new toy can bring when the wheels are up and running around the yard for a while.

Of course, it would be even more fun to be allowed to play on the donkey cart.

These children will be divided into two groups. The two or three people in front ride on the shaft of the car, and the others come to the high rear of the car and press down together.

As the weight of the rear of the car increases, the person sitting on the shaft will be hoisted together with the shaft.

The children in the tribe can't get enough of this kind of novelty like sitting on a seesaw.

Not only those younger minors, but even older minors like Mao Er often want to play a few times...

Therefore, recently, as soon as the broken plowshare that was hung on a tree branch and used as a copper bell is rang, these crowds rushing out of the school will run all the way. Come here to the carpenter's room.

When these children came, the place where the carpenter's room was located, in addition to the clanging sound, there would be a lot of cheerful laughter from the children.

This is the taste of childhood.

Wu, an old man from the Qingque tribe, has also been running to the carpenter's room recently, but unlike most people who come to see the manufacture of donkey carts, Wu came here to watch them build donkey carts. Watching the children playing and laughing there.

Wu could never get enough of such a scene.

Quite often, seeing these children playing and laughing here, Wu would have a look of nostalgia on his face.

Sometimes, Yuan, who came with him, would also say some things, and the most common ones were: "These little guys are so happy now. When I was young, I remember most clearly that I was hungry and cold. I often cry from hunger, and when I was young, I went out of the cave to get grass roots to eat..."

Madoka, who understands the meaning of shaman, is also deeply touched by this.

Born in such an era, most of their childhoods were full of suffering.

Before coming to the Qingque Tribe, Yuan never dreamed that these minors would live such a happy life.

Comparing the two, I can better understand how happy these minors are living now.

However, in this kind of reminiscence, it is not all gray. A sweet and sour fruit or a grilled blackened fish can become an unforgettable color in childhood...

There is always not enough time, and you don’t feel much when you pass by, but when you look back after the time, you suddenly realize that countless hours have quietly passed by.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, people have grown up. Many things already exist only in memory. Only when I dream back at midnight can I see the scene at that time again and taste those unforgettable tastes ...

After the people of the Qingque tribe were busy making the donkey cart, the weather became hotter and hotter. Before they knew it, the early summer had passed slowly, and the hot midsummer was coming.

The early morning in summer is the most lovable moment besides the night, with a trace of tranquility second, and the most important thing is coolness.

At such a moment, whether it is lying on the kang for a sleep or doing other things, it is very comfortable.

This morning, Han Cheng couldn't sleep when he returned to the cage.

At this moment, the sky was just getting dark, and the moon in the sky had not completely disappeared from his figure. Han Chengcheng had already got up from the kang.

The soft-handed Han Cheng came to the side of the small kang by the wall where Xiao Wandou slept alone, and looked down at his sleeping son.

The sleeping little guy didn't have the mischief in the daytime, and the whole person was very quiet.

The long eyelashes are covered, and sometimes they shake slightly, like a dragonfly standing on a reed leaf and shaking its wings.

Two chubby little hands were raised on both sides of the head, clenched into small fists.

Han Cheng looked at it for a while, then bent down, and kissed the little guy lightly on the cheek.

Maybe it was stubbled by the stubble on Han Cheng's mouth. With her eyes closed, Xiao Wandou stretched out her small hand curled up at the side, scratched the place where Han Cheng had just kissed, then turned over and turned her head to the kang. He continued to sleep with his upper body arched, and Han Cheng smiled on his face when he saw this sleeping position.

Han Cheng didn't disturb Xiao Wandou's dream any more, and turned around and walked gently to the kang.

Bai Xuemei, who was sleeping on her side, carried a kind of tranquility.

Han Cheng looked at it quietly for a while, and his eyes fell on Bai Xuemei's slightly raised belly.

After pausing for a moment, he bent down, turned his head sideways, and put his ears gently on Bai Xuemei's stomach.

Bai Xuemei was only two months pregnant with her second child. At this time, she couldn't hear or feel anything except the sound of bowel movements, but Han Cheng still listened carefully.

After listening like this for a while, Han Cheng gently raised his head to get off the kang, only to find that Bai Xuemei had woken up at some point and was looking at him quietly.

When the two looked at each other, Bai Xuemei showed a sweet smile and opened her mouth softly: "Brother Cheng~"

The comfortable and quiet morning is easy to pass. As the sky turns from dark to bright, the Qingque tribe gradually becomes lively.

Senior brother, Shang, Mao and others moved the things they had prepared two days in advance to the yard one by one, and Han Cheng also came out of the room, followed by Bai Xuemei who also got up.

"Son of God."

"Son of God."

Seeing Han Cheng coming out of the room, senior brother and others greeted him.

"Is everything packed?"

After Han Cheng nodded to everyone with a smile, he asked aloud.

"It's all packed and ready to go."

Trade responded.

As a person who often goes out with a trade team, he has the most say in this aspect.

Because he already knew what he needed to bring.

Seeing this, Han Cheng nodded again, and said with a smile: "Then go eat, and leave early while the weather is cool after eating."

Everyone took the order and went to eat one after another.

Han Cheng looked at Bai Xuemei who also wanted to go directly to eat, stretched out his hand to pull her, smiled and said in a low voice: "Go and brush your teeth first, and then go to eat."

I don't know what Bai Xuemei, the child daughter-in-law who was brought into an old driver by Han Cheng, thought of. A little blush appeared on her face, which was paler than most people in the tribe.

Then he showed two rows of white teeth to Han Cheng, biting up and down, making Han Cheng feel cold for a while.

This is really not to be offended!

The two-wheeled donkey carts in the tribe have been manufactured, and the remaining areas that need to be improved can only be relied on by lame and Hei Wa. It doesn't matter if Han Cheng is around or not, and he is no longer needed as a technical guide .

The donkey cart has been built, and the Bronze Expressway also needs to be put on the agenda at this time.

A few days ago, Han Chengcheng had already started to make arrangements for this matter. He was planning to set off to survey the route the day before yesterday, but it rained the day before yesterday, so the matter was postponed to today.

The purpose of this trip is to survey the route, not to go hunting or fighting, so I don’t need to bring too many people, half a trade team, plus a dozen or so Qingque fighters who often participate in training are enough .