Chapter 192 The Blessed General Going Far Away

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The sun is diffused, the dead leaves are withered, and they make a slight sound when they fall on the ground, carrying a kind of quiet beauty of death.

"Hey!"

It has already stood on the branch waiting for you to pick it. The skin is hot and the fruit is full of honey, and it can't hold on any longer. Just a gust of wind blows by, and it trembles like an electric shock. Full of juice came out.

This strange voice broke the unique quiet beauty.

"Shusha, Rusha..."

The sound seemed to turn on a switch, and since then, there has been no peace in this forest.

As the rustling sound got closer and louder, a group of primitive people wrapped in fur, carrying picks and holding weapons appeared beside the orchard.

Seeing the fallen fruit all over the ground, the senior brother showed a look of pity in his eyes, followed by a kind of relaxation.

He didn't enter the large orchard in a hurry, but led people around the orchard, looking around vigilantly while turning.

After turning around in a circle, the elder brother was truly relaxed.

A great deal of fruit fell on the ground, and no newly broken branches were found, all of which showed that no one had visited this orchard before them.

"Pick!"

After confirming the safety, the senior brother gave an order, and everyone put down their weapons and acted quickly, starting to pick fruits.

Shang, the leader of the original pig tribe, tightly held a stone spear and a stone in his hand, and looked around with reddish eyes.

The elder brother noticed Shang's strangeness, walked over and patted Shang on the shoulder vigorously, and said, "We all remember!"

It took a long time for Shang to let out a sigh of reluctance, nodded vigorously to the senior brother in front of him, put down the stone spear and the stone, and started picking fruits with the others.

Although it is basically determined that the evil tribe that suffered a great loss under his own tribe will not come to this orchard again, the senior brother still did not take it too lightly, and after collecting enough fruits, everyone went to the tribe together. Delivery, try not to disperse.

With the appearance of hook poles and pole heads, it is more convenient and quicker to transport fruits than the clay pots with ropes and poles used last year.

Even with this approach,

The efficiency is also far higher than that of wrapping packs of animal skins and transporting them to the tribe at the beginning.

"when!"

A stone hit the tree trunk, bounced up, and rolled into the withered grass beside it. A wild beast that couldn't see clearly was frightened, and ran into the grass with a sound. The grass shook for a while, and there was no lost track...

"Run fast!"

The second senior brother with the burden beside him looked at the grass waves that went away and finally returned to calm, said aloud, retracted his left hand that was holding a stone as if he was about to smash it, and then carried on carrying the burden.

In his head full of fruit, besides the full fruit, there are several small prey, one of which has a big tail, it is a squirrel that likes to bury things in the ground.

The people in the tribe seemed a little excited, because they saw a lot of prey along the way, much more than when they often hunted before.

It seems that the rabbit cover made by the Son of God can be placed farther away from the tribe.

It can be foreseen that it must be another bumper harvest!

It is really strange to say that this matter is really strange. When the tribe was short of food and clothing, these prey did not know where to hide. Now that the life in the tribe is better and the food is sufficient, these guys all ran out.

The elder brother and the others walked back while picking the fruit, while talking about the doubts in their hearts from time to time, they vaguely wanted to come up with a cognition that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

Han Cheng saw the small prey that the big brother and the others caught on the way back and forth from the fruit picking, and heard their doubts about this abnormal phenomenon, so he couldn't help smiling.

In the past two years, the Qingque Tribe has devoted themselves to construction, and basically rarely went out to hunt. Without such a large group of predators, the number of them who have the opportunity to reproduce will naturally increase in large numbers.

In particular, the number of several animals that the Qingque tribe used to capture was growing faster.

This is also good, after the time is free, go hunting again, and you will be able to gain a lot.

The orchard is not too far from the Qingque Tribe, and now the manpower for picking fruit has increased by nearly half, coupled with the improvement of transportation means, within a few days, a lot of fruit has been piled up in the caves and caves.

Han Cheng climbed up the high low wall along the ladder, stood on it and looked at the forest in the distance, which looked thinner and brighter after the dead leaves withered, and felt that it was necessary for him to go out.

Not for an autumn outing, but for a mulberry tree.

As for silkworms, even though the softer fur covered them after tanning, and the obsession with making silk underpants was much smaller, Han Cheng still did not forget.

Because it really is a baby.

As a Chinese, now that I have come to this time, if possible, I will naturally get the silkworms out.

Bare trees, yellow fallen leaves all over the ground, struggling grass that is unwilling to die... fully demonstrated the power of the autumn wind.

It was a withered and yellow scene, and the desolate scene made people feel depressed.

Fu Jiang is much more poetic than his master who is wearing animal skins and holding a stick in his hand while walking and whipping. At least he feels this loneliness.

In the past, it liked to have fun and run wildly as soon as it came out of the tribe, but now it walks on this withered and yellow land, looking very melancholy.

Han Cheng, who was only thinking about silkworms, didn't notice Fu Jiang's sudden change of character, and just walked forward with a basket and a stick.

Even Han Cheng, the person closest to Fu Jiang, didn't find it unusual, and those who followed and paid attention to the movements around him couldn't find its melancholy.

Han Cheng always thought that his attack was ruthless enough, but now compared with Qiu Feng, it is really nothing.

At least those captive pheasants in the tribe can still leave some feathers to hide their shame after passing through Han Cheng's hands, but the mulberry trees in front of them have been stripped by the autumn wind...

Looking up at the bare tree branch, Han Cheng's eyes searched it inch by inch.

The rest of the people were ordered by the Son of God, and they all raised their heads to look for something that they didn't know the exact shape of.

Fu Jiang also stood under the tree, raised his eyes that were not very useful, and looked up with his master, looking melancholy at the fragmented sky divided by the bare tree branches.

A gust of wind blew, and the melancholy Fu's eyes lit up in an anthropomorphic way, as if he suddenly regained his energy.

It turned its head sideways, stood in the direction of the wind, and moved its nostrils.

After a short while like this, he took a step and walked over there.

After walking for a while, I looked back at the one who was still looking up to the sky and sighing, but didn't notice its owner. It stood there for a while, as if hesitating, but finally headed towards the direction the wind was blowing. Far away, covered by bushes and woods, completely disappeared...

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