The air is cool in the early summer morning.

The wide river is filled with a layer of white water vapor like a gauze, and water plants such as reeds and calamus suddenly become a lot more mysterious when they are dressed in beautiful white gauze.

The morning breeze was blowing gently, and the waves on the river were sparkling. Small waves were gently lapping towards the shore one after another. The river water poured into the holes made by fish, shrimps and eels on the shore.

It flowed out again, making a strange sound.

The sound of voices came from a distance and got closer and closer. Some birds that were waiting for food on the banks of the river or in shallow water were frightened. They stretched their heads to look at the source of the sound for a while, and finally spread their wings and flew away.

Go somewhere else to be a quiet beautiful bird.

Not long after the birds flew away, a group of people appeared on the edge of the river.

The person walking in front was carrying a large bamboo raft with uneven edges.

After arriving at the river, these people seemed to skillfully lower the bamboo raft and push it into the water.

There is not one such bamboo raft, but as many as five or six.

So after the seven or eight bamboo rafts were pushed into the water, this relatively flat inlet on the riverside was suddenly obscured by a piece of bamboo rafts.

Then someone came here and put it into the water, fixed it on the bamboo raft on the shore, and put several thick wooden sticks vertically on the bamboo raft, with even gaps between the wooden sticks.

After doing this, someone began to load the pieces of cloth they brought on the bamboo raft.

The linen cloth is placed horizontally on a few tree sticks. This can prevent the linen cloth from getting wet by water splashing from the gaps in the bamboo raft.

In the midst of all the busy work, a big, round red sun rose slowly but quickly from the northeast, leaping into the sky.

As the color of the sun in the sky changes from blood red to lighter, the sky gradually becomes brighter, and the morning fog floating on the river becomes lighter and eventually dissipates invisible.

The people busy on the shore also packed their things.

After a simple and quick farewell, the people on the shore removed the rope from the bamboo raft's head to the wooden piles on the shore.

The person standing on the bamboo raft shouted a trumpet and moved the pole in his hand to the shore. The bamboo raft left the river bank and headed towards the center of the river.

After they were still some distance away from the center of the river, they turned around and headed upstream.

The sun falls on the water, creating dazzling waves.

The leader of the Fire Tribe and the people in the tribe stood on the bank and looked at the bamboo raft team that formed a line in the sparkling river and went farther and farther. Apart from the faint worries, they were also full of satisfaction.

Full of expectations.

Looking forward to these departing people, using the linen loaded on the bamboo rafts to exchange for delicious salt, clothes made of soft fur, and yellow, extremely delicious millet that is cooked in an earthen pot with water...

Thinking of these things, the leader of the Fire Tribe couldn't help but think of the exceptionally wealthy, powerful and kind-hearted tribe that lived upstream of the river, and the wonderful changes that had taken place in his tribe since meeting them.

Except for the extra children that the women of the tribe gave birth to in the first year of meeting this tribe, the changes in all other aspects are also particularly gratifying.

Among them, what pleased the Fire Tribe leader and everyone the most was the linen and linen cloth in the tribe.

Because of the emergence of things like hemp and linen, they can still obtain food for the tribe when heavy snow falls, instead of having to hide in caves and rely on previously stored food once winter comes.

Food is hard to survive.

Now, they can spin the retting hemp bark into twine in caves in winter, and then weave the twine into linen cloth.

At this time, some people were sent out on bamboo rafts carrying linen to that wealthy and friendly tribe, and they exchanged the linen for many good things.

My tribe really wants to thank that rich tribe. It is precisely because of their appearance that the life of my tribe has become much better than before...

After standing here and watching the people paddling the bamboo rafts go away and disappear at a bend in the upper reaches of the river, the leader of the Fire Tribe stood here for a while, then led the rest of the people who came to help carry things and saw them off, all the way to

The tribe walked away.

Near the cave, patches of green hemp grow, which are about as high as a person's waist.

Looking at these green patches of hemp, all the people in the Fire Tribe, including the leader of the Fire Tribe, looked happy.

When walking along the edge of these hemp fields, I was even more cautious, for fear of accidentally stepping on the hemp seedlings...

At the same time, the Qingque Tribe was also conducting a small-scale farewell ceremony.

The scale of this farewell was indeed small, because there were only eight people being sent off, and only five or seven people were seeing off.

"What I said to Junior Brother Sha, you must tell him..."

Han Cheng looked at the eight tribesmen who were about to return to the Tongshan residential area and warned them.

After several people nodded, they started to set off towards the Tongshan residential area.

Looking at these eight people who turned back three times and gradually disappeared from sight, Han Cheng didn't feel much reluctance to say goodbye, because this kind of departure was already far beyond what he had experienced.

Not only was there not much reluctance, on the contrary, Han Cheng was also a little happy in his heart.

These joys come from the development of the tribe and the growth of the people in the tribe.

After nearly ten years, Han Cheng already had a very deep affection for the Qingque Tribe. After all, it was built by him and gradually developed.

There is less hustle and bustle here, and there is no intrigues and intrigues. Instead, there are clansmen who are working hard in one place and using their strength in one place, which makes them appear extraordinarily united.

There are witches who are neither ashamed nor ashamed of being old and disrespectful, there are beautiful children who are far too long and have no make-up, beautification and p-pictures to impress even me, and there is the naughty and mischievous bear of my own family.

child……

I have already taken root here...

It is precisely because of this that Han Cheng is so happy when he sees something beneficial to the tribe happening, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha weighing no less than 500 kilograms.

After standing here for a while, since Bai Xuemei was pregnant with her second child, Han Cheng, who seemed to be in good spirits, returned with the same good mood, whether it was due to excitement or some other indescribable reasons.

tribe.

Some women in the tribe were stripping off their cocoons, and of course Bai Xuemei, who was the best at craftsmanship, was among them.

Han Cheng went over, took Bai Xuemei and let her rest for a while. After giving her daily instructions, he came to the hammock made of thick hemp rope and tied between two trees, regardless of the little girl.

Pea protested, picked it up from the hammock, and then lay down on it.

As for the little pea with bare feet, Han Cheng placed it on his belly.

Little Wandou, who was still a little reluctant at first, suddenly became happy, sitting on the soft leather sofa called "Father Brand" and couldn't close his mouth with joy.

The little pea sitting on the leather sand was made of leather, holding a long and thin stick in his hand, lying there clumsily poking at the ant nest under the tree.

After poking enthusiastically for a while, there was gradually no movement, and the stick in his hand fell to the ground.

Han Cheng quietly looked up and saw that the little guy was already asleep.

Last night, Han Cheng told Little Pea the story of a crow drinking water. The little guy didn't fall asleep until midnight. It's normal for him to be so sleepy today.

Bai Xuemei, who had been smoking there for a while, also followed Han Cheng's previous instructions and started to rest.

He glanced left and right before heading towards the hammock where Han Cheng was.

At this time, Han Cheng was lying on the hammock and looking at the clouds in the sky. Xiao Wandou was lying on Han Cheng's belly, sleeping so hard that he wanted to drool.

As Han Cheng breathed, his belly swelled and fell, and the little peas on his belly swayed with it, making it look like he was sleeping on a soft cradle.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng suddenly understood why the little guy fell asleep so quickly. With such a good external environment, he would definitely fall asleep too!

Bai Xuemei, who was walking along, looked at the father and son in the hammock, stopped, and after a moment, a smile appeared silently on her face.

She looked at it for a while, then reached out and gently touched her slightly bulging belly for a while, and then walked gently to the edge of the hammock.

He and Han Cheng looked at each other, then reached out to pick up Xiao Wandou, preparing to put him on the kang in the house to sleep.

She was worried that Han Cheng would be uncomfortable if she slept like this for a long time.

"It's okay, just sleep like this. Go to the kang and get a thin leather blanket."

Han Cheng waved his hand slightly to stop Bai Xuemei's movements, and spoke softly.

Bai Xuemei then turned around and headed towards the room where they lived. After a moment, she came out holding a piece of leather that had been tempered and looked soft.

This fur is made of several pieces of skin sewn together. It is equivalent to a thin quilt in later generations. It is suitable to cover the body at this time.

Bai Xuemei pulled off the animal skin quilt and gently covered Xiao Wandou and Han Cheng.

Then he didn't say anything, just stood here quietly, looking at Han Cheng and the sleeping Xiao Wandou, the smile on his face could not be wiped off.

After standing here for a while, Bai Xuemei continued to return to the place where the silk was drawn.

But unlike before, she was so focused that now she would raise her head to take a look at the hammock after a while...

Han Cheng was lying on the hammock, feeling very calm. It was really beautiful to be away from mobile phones and computers and not have to worry too much about anything.

Reaching out to gently pull up the thin quilt that had slipped off Xiao Wandou's body, Han Cheng moved his body a few times in a small range to make himself sleep more comfortably.

In this leisurely and reassuring time, Han Cheng's thoughts became very distant while lying on the hammock.

It feels very comfortable to not think about anything deliberately and just let your thoughts wander aimlessly between half-awake and half-asleep.

What I think about most in my wandering thoughts is about the Tongshan residential area, because this is a relatively important thing that happened to the Qingque tribe in recent times.

It's time to start thinking about donkey carts.

Han Cheng, who was lying on the hammock, thought to himself after his thoughts wandered for a while.

The reason why this idea came up at this time was because he thought of the eight people coming back carrying copper and tin ingots, and also remembered that when the copper mine was discovered in Tongshan, he led the people to carry the ore.

What it's like to transport back.
To be continued...