There was a little warmth in the fields around the tribe. With the efforts of the Qingque tribe, more and more land was turned over.

The moist soil was exposed to the air, with a pleasant smell.

Heavy snow and cold are not without benefits. The heavy snow covered layer by layer provides sufficient water to the land, and many insects are frozen to death.

It can effectively reduce the chance of disease and pests.

The slightly warm spring sun shines on the earth, and the still cold spring breeze shaking Han Cheng's sleeves.

The son of Han, who stood with his hands behind his back, held the pen in one hand and took a few steps back to examine his writing carefully.

The words are not well written, but the meaning is very good.

In later generations, no matter how ugly the word "demolition" was written, many people still hoped that the word would appear on their houses.

Because this word represents the prosperity of the family, it is the rich material that comes with it. It is driving a good car to work and then working in a bad way, so the boss's confidence lies in the confidence.

With this word, after experiencing the joy of getting rich, many people will become calm and become more patient and tolerant in dealing with others.

Such a word contains far more than the "blessing" posted on the door during the New Year Festival.

No matter how good you write "Fu" and you can use it as a regular post, there is no such thing as real.

In later generations, Han Cheng lived in a very remote hometown, and he could not write such a word in the last few decades.

This is also a major reason why he has to perform tasks alone on Valentine's Day.

This is how people are. The more they lack, the more they care about.

Han Cheng, who had no hope of writing the word "demolition" on the houses in later generations, wrote such good words on the wall of the tribe.

Although I know that even if I write it, it is useless, sometimes I still make people feel excited when I look at it.

After admiring his writing for a while, Han Cheng walked to the other side to continue writing the word.

When writing like this, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind and a very good idea arose in my heart.

If I had written a word for demolition on my own house and my neighbors' houses before I went on a blind date, the result of the blind date might have been completely different, right?

After a flash of inspiration, all that was left was deep regret. Why didn’t you remember such a good idea before?

After thinking about this for a while, Han Cheng returned to the tribe with a pottery jar and a large brush. From a distance, he looked at his son who was twisting from time to time in the simple baby walker and Bai Xuemei who was pushing the walker. Han Cheng shook his head and threw all the messy thoughts out of his mind.

Fortunately, no one liked me before, otherwise I would have had more concerns in this era.

Thinking of this, I snorted again. In the later generations, no woman fell in love with me. Now I am a hot commodity. I just need to say one thing myself. Women in the tribe can take turns to squeeze him dry.

In his heart, Han Cheng walked up to tease his fat son with a smile.

When he came to the front and looked at the black ink stained on his hands, Han Cheng felt aroused, and then he began to dress up Xiao Wandou.

Under Han Cheng's exquisite caress, a little old man wearing open-crotch pants and sitting in a walker was already freshly released.

Bai Xuemei was already laughing aside, and she squatted on the ground, pressing one hand on her stomach, and burst into tears.

After finally stopping the laughter, he looked up at the little pea sitting in the stroller, looking confused, and immediately covered his stomach and smiled.

Han Cheng, who was acting ill-handed, was also very happy to stand aside and watch.

Well, this pair is indeed a real parents.

If you have a child, you don’t need to play with it, it will be meaningless.

Looking at the little pea like the old man, Han Cheng, who couldn't stop talking, thought with satisfaction in his heart...

Time passed by little by little in the work of everyone. Seeing that it was almost dark, the senior brother who was leading people to farm in the fields rang the clapper in his hand.

When people who have worked for a day hear this sound, some people immediately put away the tools in their hands and carried them back.

Some people looked at the little land left in front, and then added a few pieces here, digging them before going back.

As the leader and the most core part of the Qingque Tribe, the eldest brother undoubtedly loves to do work even more.

Although he rang the bangzi, he waited until everyone was about to leave, and then he carried his tools and followed everyone back.

Don’t underestimate the effort of this moment. Over the years, the senior brother has to find more land than the one who walks back when he hears the sound of a stick.

"What's wrong?"

The senior brother who was walking behind carried the tools for a while and found that the person who had taken the first step did not return to the courtyard directly as before, but stopped in front of the gate, stood there and surrounded him, and kept pointing at the gate.

The senior brother, who had not figured out what was going on, couldn't help but mutter, and then stepped forward to observe the situation.

When Han Chengde, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor were captured together, especially under the terrifying suppression of rulers and punishment of characters, the people of the Qingque Tribe could recognize some characters more or less.

At this time, even if you don’t know how to read, it doesn’t matter. Some people have already begun to consciously talk to everyone.

"Demolition? What does this mean?"

The eldest brother was muttering this word, just like the rest of the people, all confused.

After hearing that this was done by the Son of God, everyone became even more confused. They didn't know what the Son of God suddenly wrote such a word on the wall of the courtyard.

There was an old man from the Qingque tribe who was farming with Dou today in the crowd. After thinking about it, he immediately said something that the Son of God said today.

So, the already confused people suddenly became even more confused. Do such a good wall need to be demolished?

Unlike Han Cheng's heart that couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the word "demolition" appear on his house, the people in the tribe were full of surprise and panic.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff again.

The effect of the word "demolition" appears at the gate quickly emerged. During dinner, many people came to him, stammering that they didn't want Han Cheng to tear down the wall.

After dinner, the elder brother and others went to find Han Cheng one after another.

"First do the spring plowing well, and I'll talk about this later!"

After rounds of bombing, the son of Han finally couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his foot on the butts of the people in the room, kicked them twice, and drove them out.

Of course he had reason to get angry about this matter. He came here, but most of them couldn't say anything after they came. They just blinked their eyes and looked at you with an innocent look, just like you stole his lamb legs.

It would be fine if you come to a few such people, but it would be a bit uncomfortable if you come too many times.

The son of the Great God Han went crazy and the house suddenly became quiet.

"Damn it seems that if you don't show some real skills, you short-sighted guys will be able to increase your knowledge!"

The depressed Han Cheng was squeezing his nose and holding his ultimate move...
Chapter completed!