The autumn sun spreads down, shining spots of light through the many verdant bamboo leaves.

In the shadow of the bamboo, beside the granite stone mill, there is a wooden shelf on which is hung a wooden box.

The wooden box is covered with soft and golden fresh corn stalks, and it also carries the fragrance of some grain that has not been dispersed.

Some linen was spread on the millet pole, and on the linen lay a fat doll dressed in linen clothes and covered with a linen sheet.

This doll is really fat, even if she lay there, her face turned into a pear shape because of the excess fat, and she looked fat.

The arm that stretched out from under the linen sheet, one by one, looked like a tender white lotus root that had just been dug out of the water and cleaned. There were some chubby pits at the base of the chubby little fingers.

At this time, the **** of this fat little hand were stuffed in the toothless mouth.

These **** are undoubtedly extremely delicious, otherwise the fat little guy would not eat so sweet and satisfying.

While drooling, the face full of baby fat also brought out some smiles from time to time.

"Dududu..."

A head suddenly stretched out and appeared above the baby, blocking the little Qiuyang that leaked.

Looking at his chubby son, Han Cheng couldn't help but put his finger on the little guy's armpit, smiling on his face, making some noises in his mouth to tease, and starting a game often played between father and son.

The chubby pea squeezed his eyes, opened his toothless mouth, and showed a smile even happier than Han Cheng.

Little Pea, who had just passed a hundred days, was already able to laugh out loud. He was tickled like this by Han Cheng, his two arms began to wave randomly, and the linen sheet covering his body was pulled aside.

Han Cheng's head was a little low, and a little too close to the little guy, and within two strokes, the little guy's drooling hands were on his face.

If it was someone else, Han Cheng would definitely wipe his face with disgust after such a thing happened, and then stay far away from this guy, maybe he would even get his feet on the other's ass.

But changing to a small peas, everything is different. Not only did he not take his face out of his son's claws, but he leaned closer so that his son could hold it comfortably.

This game went on for a while, Han Cheng stretched out his hand and picked Xiao Pea up from the cradle, first put the diaper in place, and hugged him in his arms.

With the nourishment of Han Cheng's changing tricks to make delicious food, Bai Xuemei's milk is very full.

With good food, Little Pea's body will be strong.

A child of just a hundred days old already has more than 15 catties, which is rare in primitive times. Even in the green bird tribe with sufficient food, there are not many small pea fats after a hundred days.

The little guy with more than fifteen catties held in his arms, like a stone egg.

Little Pea's neck is already firm, and without Han Cheng's hand, he can straighten his head for a while, but sometimes he can't control it and bumps his head on Han Cheng's chest, leaving a piece of saliva.

Holding his son babbling and saying something that aliens don't understand, the father and son communicated very happily.

Not far away, after adding mulberry leaves to Qiucan, Bai Xuemei, who was carrying the bamboo basket in her hand, looked here, watching this scene, and she felt very quiet and happy in her heart.

This joy will be diminished by the dullness that Cheng Brother will leave the tribe tomorrow...

As night fell, the busy and lively Qingque tribe fell into silence, and only Qiu Chong sang in the night.

This sound, coupled with the gradual coolness of the night, and the fireflies that gleamed coldly in the last few days, made the surroundings more peaceful.

Uh, that's not right, in addition to Qiu Chong's chirping, some other sounds faintly sounded in the night.

Han Cheng's panting and Bai Xuemei's kitten-like cry were mixed together, playing a primitive movement.

Before a man travels far away, and after returning home from a long distance, it is generally indispensable to accompany such music.

When you leave, you are seeing off, and when you return, you are welcome.

In the past, when generals marched and triumphed, they would fire cannons for grand marches or celebrations, such as the lyrics in the famous "Mu Guiying Takes Command", "The three cannons outside the gate~, like ~Lei Zhen~, Tianbo Mansion... '

Han Cheng is not a general now, so naturally he can't use three cannons to make a strong career. For him, one shot or two is enough.

If it is really a three-shot cannon, I'm afraid I won't have to leave tomorrow.

The voice of Zhuang Xing was a bit too loud, and soon another voice came out in the quiet night—the cry of a child.

"Mother! Your kid is just for Lao Tzu's right!"

Han Cheng waited for a while to see that Xiao Wandou not only did not stop crying, but also cried more fiercely. He had no choice but to stop, wiped the sweat from his head, cursed bitterly, and let go and shrank into a small. Sister Bai Xue...

The next morning, the people from the Qingque tribe woke up early. The people from the trade team headed by Shang and Mao led the deer out. The things that had been packed in the last two days were also placed in the deer one by one. Body.

The rest of the people are basically up, some are doing things, some people are around the people who are about to go out, talking a word or two from time to time.

The people gathered in the courtyard, while lowering their voices to talk, made the same action from time to time, that is, looking at the door where the **** child lived.

"Squeak~"

The closed wooden door opened from the inside, and a dispirited child appeared from inside.

Everyone who heard the movement raised their heads and looked at the door. For such a scene, Han Cheng had already made some psychological preparations before he came out, and he was still a little bit embarrassed at this moment.

Fortunately, his face has already been developed over the years, and now he is calmly facing everyone's eyes and walking steadily step by step.

"What are you doing here? Do whatever you want."

Han Cheng used this to hide his embarrassment.

After speaking, I went to wash and eat.

My mother, the child is really used to cheat!

Han Cheng, who avoided the sight of everyone, scolded angrily while washing his face with cold water.

Last night, the little boy didn't know where he was guilty. He started crying when it was a critical juncture, and he was still very loud and needed to be coaxed for a while.

So that things that could have been done in a short time, have been delayed until the latter half of the night, and have not had much fun, just ended in a hasty.

That's all, after getting tired, he still has to meet the strange gaze of the entire tribe.

If you really do something, it's fine. The key is that the matter is not the same as everyone imagined, and there is no way to explain it to others.

Don't mention the depression in Han Cheng's heart because of this dumb.

Fortunately, this is his own son. If he is by the side, I am afraid that Han Cheng had been thrown out of the house through the window last night.

"set off!"

After washing in a hurry, Han Cheng, who had eaten, shouted in excitement, took the people and left the tribe, and began to head towards the Tongshan Mountain in the Tengshe tribe.

After walking for a few steps, she looked back at the Bai Xuemei who was standing not far away holding the little peas. Although she wanted to beat up the cheating little guy, she left at this time, but still a little bit unwilling.

Han Cheng resisted the urge to go back and hug the stinky boy again, and shook his hand at the older Wu Wu who was not far away from their mother and son, and turned and continued to walk towards the distance.

Sometimes it's like this ~lightnovelpub.net~ Things can't always do both.

Even if I want to stay with my parents, wives and children, and stay with them for a long time to reunite, because of reality, I can only harden my heart and head toward a far place one step at a time.

Because staying at home, there is no way to feed this young and old...

Han Cheng's current situation is nothing compared to the many people who left home to work in distant places in later generations. He is still so reluctant. Later generations who work thousands of miles or thousands of miles away will only have a few days to work in the New Year. Let alone the feelings of those who can stay at home and reunite with their families.

(The second chapter arrived, it’s a bit late, sorry, the third chapter will start code immediately, it should be available before 12 o'clock, book friends go to bed early, get up tomorrow morning to read)

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