I am a primitive

But now, Brother Cheng is crying!

Crying like a helpless child.

Standing here in a daze for a while, Bai Xuemei, who looked at a loss, walked out of the room with the three children, closed the door, and left this space to Han Cheng alone.

Han Cheng stood in the room, facing the empty kennel, with grief from his heart, tears streaming down his face.

After a while like this, my mood gradually calmed down, and I gradually stopped my tears.

Wiping his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand, looking at the empty kennel, Han Changcheng let out a long breath...

After burying General Fu, Han Cheng always felt empty in the following time.

Sometimes auditory hallucinations, or fantasies, may also occur.

When sitting in the house, I would imagine that Fu Jiang was interacting with the stupid deer, Uncle Lu, outside the house.

Walking out of the house all the way to the deer pen, the imaginary lucky general is not here, only the same old but energetic-looking Uncle Lu, who seems a little shameless to climb on the back of the doe.

When sitting outside, you will feel that Fu Jiang is lying in the kennel in the house.

However, when Han Cheng couldn't help but walk in, what he was facing was still the empty kennel...

When I go to bed at night, sometimes I wake up from my sleep, and I seem to hear Fu Jiang's call vaguely.

Even though Han Cheng knew that Fu Jiang was really dead and would not come back, sometimes he couldn't help but get up in his clothes and open the door to have a look...

The sky, which had been cloudy for a long time, was once again a rare clear sky.

Han Cheng sat on a chair against the wall in front of his house, holding his youngest son in his arms.

In the winter, the precious sunshine fell on him and the child in his arms, making it very warm.

Han Cheng looked up at the hill behind the tribe, which was also covered with a layer of snow.

The place where Fu Jiang was buried was also covered by heavy snow, so he couldn't see where it was.

In this winter of Qingque's 15th year, Han Cheng's life was not very good, he was not in a good mood, and always felt empty...

Han Cheng's unhappy mood does not mean that the rest of the people will also be unhappy.

The witches of the Red Tiger Tribe were in a particularly wonderful mood.

Compared with the Qingquezhu tribe which is further north, the Pegasus tribe which is further south, winter comes later.

But at this time the weather has also become severe cold, covered with heavy snow, covering the wilderness, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

Because of the shelter of the mountains in the valley, it is far less cold than outside.

There are even a lot of green grass in many places.

A large number of livestock filled this spacious valley. Under the guard of some people, these livestock greedily ate the forage that was particularly precious at this time of year.

There are more cattle, sheep and horses than last winter!

Pieces of leather are connected together, and then inside the tent built, and in the fire pit dug, there is a flame burning.

What is used as fuel is not common vegetation, but dried cow dung and horse dung.

This stuff is both fertilizer and good fuel.

At least on grasslands that lack such dry wood as trees, it is an exceptionally useful fuel.

The dried cow dung is extraordinarily resistant to burning, so if you put some on fire, you can ignore them for a long time, and you don't have to worry about the flame being extinguished because the fuel is burned out.

It is really good for heating.

In the warm tent, the chief of the Pegasus tribe was sitting by the fire pit, eating a roasted golden leg of lamb in his hand.

Around him, there were still a few people, and these people were all eating the roasted meat one after another.

The mutton roasted with pieces of dried cow dung tasted extraordinarily delicious, at least most of the people present were extremely intoxicated by eating it.

There is a circle of stones around the fire pit, and an irregular pottery basin is placed on top of the stones, and there is more than half of the pot of mare's milk in the pottery pot.

At this time, it has been heated by the fire, and there is some tumbling in the middle. The surface layer is a layer of cream, which is steaming hot, and it looks extraordinarily appetizing.

The atmosphere in the tent was very good, everyone was talking and laughing, very happy.

All the people present are people with status in the Pegasus tribe, and they are basically men.

In the Pegasus tribe, women are in a disadvantaged position, which has a lot to do with their living environment.

The grassland is dominated by grazing, and the environment is harsh. Not only do they have to face fierce beasts, but they often have to guard against conflicts with other tribes.

Under such circumstances, a strong man naturally has an advantage.

But there are exceptions.

For example, there is a woman in the tent of the current Pegasus Tribe, and this woman's status is very high.

In the place where the high-level members of the Pegasus tribe gather, her status is actually far higher than that of many men in the same tent!

Only the chief of the Pegasus tribe can suppress her, and the rest of the Pegasus tribe will be left far behind by her.

This person is none other than the former witch of the Red Tiger Tribe.

“@ESW@￥…”

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was extraordinarily warm. While munching on the exceptionally delicious grilled mutton, everyone was talking cheerfully, recklessly and flamboyantly.

"Ah~"

In such a warm atmosphere, there was such an untimely sigh.

The noseless witch of the Red Tiger Tribe sighed and dropped the leg of lamb that could be held in her hand, showing a lack of interest.

Such a sigh seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

If someone else sighed like this at this time, the chief of the Pegasus tribe would definitely get angry and beat up this spoiler.

But the person who sighed was a witch from the Red Tiger Tribe, so the result was naturally different.

The sigh of the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe attracted the attention of everyone in the tent.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at this smart and kind woman.

People with better observation skills saw the fat leg of lamb that the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe held in her hand, but she didn't eat two bites.