As the sun sets, the heat dissipates and the coolness rises.

　　 The chirping birds return to the forest, and the deer returning from grazing yells.

　　 In the evening, the newly piled graves appear taller and lonely.

　　 Huoji was sitting quietly in front of the grave, looking at the stone monument and the grave behind the stone monument with muddy eyes.

　　 In the tribe, she has the best and closest relationship with Huo Yi.

　　 The two are about the same age, and they handle the same things. They have long been accustomed to each other's existence.

　　 Now Huo violently left, leaving Huo Er's heart empty, as if a lot of things were missing suddenly.

　　 But compared to the past, it is still much better.

　　 In the past, people in the tribe died, and they all set fire to them.

　　 It's clean, without any thoughts.

　　 Now the son of God changes his way, burying the dead in the soil, and erecting a stone with a name on the outside.

　　 This makes people look forward to more than before.

　　 If it were placed in the past, even if I miss Huo I very much, Huo II can only think in my heart. Now that I have this grave, I can come here to sit for a while.

　　 I always feel better, making Huo Er feel that Huo Yi has not left completely, but has changed his existence...

　　 When it was time to eat, Han Cheng looked around and didn't see Huo Er's figure. After thinking about it, he led a few people toward this side.

　　 At this time, the sky was already a little dim. Huo Er, who was sitting there, looked even thinner and lonely against the background of the grave.

　　 The wind blew, blowing her sparse gray hair, shaking the leaves, rustling.

　　 Looking at this scene, Han Cheng’s nose is a little sour...

　　 The days went on little by little, slow and fast.

　　 In a blink of an eye, the hot summer is over, Qiuhuo followed closely, continuing to exude prestige.

　　 But in any case, autumn is autumn. Although it is still hot during the day, the temperature drops at night.

　　 When sleeping, if you don’t cover it with a thin layer of animal skin, it will make people feel cool.

　　Time is a magical thing. It will not only bring about a series of changes, but also heal the pain in people's hearts.

　　 People have gradually become accustomed to the death of Huo Yi, and when they think about it, they will not be as sad as before. Even Huo II has fewer times in the past.

　　Life is actually like this. The most important thing to do is not to be immersed in sorrow and sorrow forever.

　　The tigers raged in the autumn, and when they slowly went away, the millet planted in the spring by the Qingque tribe turned yellow.

　　 The wheat harvesting field outside the gate has been cleaned up, and many sickles, wooden forks, brooms, wheelbarrows and other things are all ready.

　　 After a sumptuous meal, the people of the Qingque tribe sharpened their knives and rushed towards a golden field with the joy of the harvest.

　　 The sickle was moving quickly, and plants of millet standing with their heads hanging down slowly fell to the ground amidst the sound of ‘thorns, thorns’.

　　 The sweat slipped down the bronzed skin, and it seemed to turn golden under the sunlight and golden millet in autumn.

In the sound of 　　 wheelbarrow ‘squeaky yeah’, the wooden wheel briskly ran over the newly built stone road, transporting the heavy harvest to the threshing field...

　　 Stand, play, turn over, start, raise...

　　 After a series of processes, the clean grains appeared in front of everyone. After drying, they were sent to the granary.

　　 The millet left over last year was cleaned out. After drying it, store it separately. When the time comes, we will eat the old millet first, and then eat the new millet.

　　 Qingque tribe’s millet harvested more this year than last year.

　　 On the one hand, people from the Qingque tribe are more familiar with all aspects of planting millet than last year, and on the other hand, they planted more millet this year than last year.

　　 In addition to the first 800 acres, after the **** was harvested, the 100 acres were also planted with a crop of late millet under Han Cheng's order.

　　 When the early grains were put into the house, the late grains were just ready to be harvested.

　　The yield is naturally not as good as that of early millet, but an acre of land is not much less.

　　This one hundred acres of land for planting late millet will be fallow this winter.

　　 Hancheng will choose another 100 acres of land that has not been planted with **** for this year's **** planting.

　　Different species have different requirements for some nutrients in the land. This is one of the reasons why Han Cheng rotates millet and rapeseed...

　　 It seems that there are very similar days every day, just like this, and live with new ideas.

　　When the people in the Qingque tribe finished harvesting the hemp and buried them in the pit, the leader of the donkey tribe also took the things they had exchanged from the Qingque tribe and went to a distant place to make a deal.

　　 Compared to the previous high spirits, the leader of the donkey tribe at this time seemed a bit silent.

　　 There is a reason for his silence. As the transaction continues, the fur of the surrounding tribes has been exchanged for precious pottery and salt for a lot of money.

　　 It is very difficult to get a lot of fur easily on these tribes.

　　 All he can do is take the people of the tribe, carry pottery and salt on his back, and continue to go farther. Only those tribes that have never exchanged can provide a lot of fur.

　　The increasing itinerary is a big burden for everyone in the donkey tribe.

　　 It is precisely because of this that the leader of the donkey tribe has become more silent...

　　 Grassroots put a few early-ripening fruits into the grass basket behind.

　　 There are some scars on his body, and his crooked nose has become more crooked.

　　It was the second leader of the Tengshe tribe who beat him~lightnovelpub.net~ for a simple reason.

　　 I have been waiting here for such a long time, and the black tribe mentioned by the grassroots has never been here.

　　 Grassroots put the fruit in the back basket, stood up straight, and looked again in the direction where the black tribe had come. All he saw were trees and weeds.

　　 The black tribe still disappeared, just like the deer he had been waiting for.

　　 Now, the grassroots expectation of that black tribe has surpassed that of the hateful deer.

　　 Because if the deer doesn't come, he will eat less meat at best, and if the black tribe doesn't come again, I'm afraid he will be beaten again within a few days.

　　 "#￥%!"

　　 Anxious grassroots cursed a few times, because of the crooked nose, the voice seemed a little urn.

　　 However, after the curse, what can be done is still waiting...

　　 "&*%@#!"

　　 A man from the donkey tribe carrying three clay pots, pointed to the front and shouted with excitement.

　　 The somewhat dazed leader of the donkey tribe quickly stared at...

　　 (started to kick off the prelude to the snake, this plot has been conceived for a long time, it should be more exciting)

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