Through the wild age

The business of the workshop in spring was not as good as in autumn and winter. After a few days of idleness, Chen Qiao decided to go out for a walk, learn about the farmland water conservancy technology here, and collect some seeds.

Even if the family's business is not good, the adults still have to keep one, so Baya is left at home. Macy is too noisy, so let's take Dila.

They prepared some tools and dry food, and set off on a morning with good weather. After this trip, they would not be able to return for about three to five days.After leaving this city gate, they will face a sparsely populated world. Even if they can encounter villages occasionally, they can't help but feel desolate.

They didn't bring a donkey, and the two of them relied on walking. When they were tired, they stopped to eat some dry food and drink some water.It is the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, but Chen Qiao is not in the mood to look at the scenery, because there are too many scenery and too few people, he often feels lonely and insecure in this world.

Proceeding along the river bank, Arrow City is located on the south bank of the river, and they can only move on the south bank because there are no boats.Canoes and bamboo rafts are too dangerous, the river is wide, and waves will rise when the wind blows. Only a very small number of people living in this area dare to cross the river, and among these people, there will be a few of them every year. Buried at the bottom of the river.

There is a big mountain on the north bank, and people can be seen in the distance.Because of a river, the south bank and the north bank seem to be as far apart as a world, except for drinking the water in the same river.

The terrain on the south bank is relatively flat, with some paddy fields and dry land distributed. Now is the season for planting, so farmers can often be seen working in the fields.Every time at this time, Chen Qiao would feel that those figures who were oppressed by life were very kind.

Not because of anything else, just because they are of the same kind.

They spend the night in different villages almost every night. The villagers have no hostility towards these two gentle-looking men, and they will gather around to chat with them after dinner.

What they talked about most was the things in the farmland, and these peasants and Chen Qiao, a half-hearted man, had a good time talking in detail.When encountering crops that Chen Qiao is interested in, he will also buy some on the spot. The most he buys are seeds of various beans and melons.

These seeds are rare in the city. Except for selling some ripe fruits and vegetables in the city, ordinary villagers will not bring seeds to sell, and basically no one will buy them.

Although copper ware already exists in this world, copper is very expensive and has not been popularized as a production tool.So their working tools are still simple stone and wooden sticks. Although some tools have been polished very finely, due to the limitation of materials, they are far less smooth to use than metal tools.

He used to think that his workshop charges are actually very low, but this time he came out for such a trip, he no longer thinks so, the food grown with stone tools is hard-won every bite.

At noon that day, the two of them sat under the crooked-neck tree by the river to enjoy the shade, gnawed hard pancakes, and drank a few sips of the river water.

"Hello—" a clear and tender child's voice came from the other side.

It was a child herding cattle, leading the cattle to drink water by the river, saw two men sitting on the opposite bank, and couldn't help but want to say hello to them.

"Hey—" Chen Qiao also smiled and waved to him.

After the child fed the cow, he laughed and led away.

"Dila."

"En." Dila under the shade looked a little absent-minded.

"Do you want to go to the other side?"

"Is it possible?" Dila raised her head abruptly, looking at Chen Qiao eagerly.

"Yes, in my hometown, there is a tool called a "boat", which is used by people to travel on the water to carry people and goods."

"Do you know?"

"I won't, but you can."

"What does the boat look like?"

"Well, like this, it can be made of wood or iron. The bow is pointed..." Chen Qiao picked up a branch from the ground and drew the shape of a general wooden boat.

They didn't move on this afternoon, they just talked by the river, asking and answering each other, occasionally silent for a long time, and occasionally discussing a few words.

From then on, Dila seemed to be more likely to be distracted, and Chen Qiao also developed the habit of looking back after walking a few steps.Because he didn't bring any tools, he couldn't make a model, so now the child can only draw some sketches repeatedly, and keep simulating in his mind.

Geniuses are always prone to distraction, which Chen Qiao understands very well.

In the end, Chen Qiao saw that Dila really didn't want to wait any longer, so he had no choice but to accompany her to the house.Dilla went into his room and plunged into his shipbuilding business, with oil lamps burning all night.

Chen Qiao was also dragged by Baya to wash up, and then ate and wiped off.It is said that Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, this time they are both very enthusiastic, men are animals that think on the lower body, and when two men get together, the lower body will be even more.

Even if the enthusiasm is the same, the gap between the two of them in physical ability is deep and long and cannot be bridged.Although a man's face is very important, Chen Qiao finally had no choice but to cry and say no.

The next day, both Chen Qiao and Dila didn't get up until the afternoon. One was busy with the shipbuilding industry, and the other was squeezed dry by his wife's obligations.

Spring is a rippling season, and in the rippling season, one can't help but do some rippling things.

On a dark and windy night of a certain month, the chief of the Baya tribe came out of the room in a sneaky manner, went to the largest plane tree in the yard, and started digging.

Chen Qiao just got up to take a pee, squinted her eyes, and saw a black figure digging the ground in the yard of his house, "Wow" was shocked.

"Hey...it's me." Baya carefully comforted her frightened lover.

"It's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" Chen Qiao was depressed, how could he be with this kind of person, what kind of messy hobbies did he have?

"That's right, I can't sleep." His eyes dodged, and it didn't look like he was telling the truth.

"When I can't sleep, I run to the yard to dig the ground. This hobby is quite special!" After making a fuss, Chen Qiao woke up, and when he woke up, he knew that there must be a ghost in it. Damn, isn't this kid saving his own money?

"Hehe, are you cold, go into the room and sleep."

"No, tell me what's there first?" Saving private money is a behavior that is very detrimental to the relationship between husband and wife and family harmony, and he must nip it in the bud.

"Well, there's nothing there, really, there's nothing." Poor patriarch, you didn't bother to lie before, see, you won't when it's time to use it.

"Then why don't you say it? I'll see for myself." Chen Qiao walked down the tree. Baya wanted to stop him, but Chen Qiao seemed very angry, so he didn't dare to really stop him. He was so anxious to jump beside him. .

Chen Qiao dug out the things in the ground in two or three strokes. It was quite light, unlike private money, which was not heavy enough to hold in his hand.He glanced at Baya suspiciously, and opened the outer layer of cloth.

Huh?Nothing at all?

"Why is it empty?"

"Actually, it's not empty."

"What's in there?" It's the middle of the night, it's scary.

"That's right, this." Baya lightly tapped somewhere on the cloth with his fingers, and Chen Qiao squinted his eyes to look hard. Thanks to his excellent eyesight, he could still see two slender hairs in the dark night. Thin hair, which seemed to be tied in a knot.

"What is this?"

"That's right, the hair."

"who?"

"Ours."

Chen Qiao stopped talking, wrapped her hair up as it was, and buried it in the soil as it was, then quietly got up and went back to the house.He doesn't know what to say or do now, and he doesn't know how he feels right now.

Baya followed behind with some anxiety, watching Chen Qiao climbed onto the bed, he also lifted the quilt and lay down.He didn't know why he did such a thing. It seemed a bit unjustifiable for a big man to do such a thing...

He desperately wanted to express something, but he didn't know where to start, so he just lay there dryly, anxious.

Until Chen Qiao held his hand and pressed his lips...

Baya was in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he pulled Chen Qiao under him, without any tenderness, consideration, tenderness or sweetness, and only the most primitive enthusiasm remained.

possession.fierce possession.Every inch of skin, every pore is marked with its own mark, leaving its own breath.

This man is his.