Chapter 342: Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with people

The rain was falling, splashing clouds of smoke on the ground.
The water on the eaves became beads, like a pearl curtain.
There is a reassuring peace in the noise.
Enriched water vapor drifted into the house from the windows and doorways.
Han Cheng stood here quietly watching the heavy rain fall.
It is said that most people sleep peacefully during rainy nights. This is because when it rains, many beasts are basically in hiding and will no longer harass or attack humans. People can take this rare opportunity to completely relax their minds.
This subconscious feeling has been passed down from ancient times to later generations.
Of course, the prerequisite for a stable sleep is to have some shelter from the wind and rain.
Like the poem saint Du Fu, he lives in a broken thatched hut, constantly sighing "the rain is like a numb foot," and listening to the leaking rain in the house falling into the pottery pot, it is impossible to sleep peacefully.
The people of the Qingque tribe are not very safe today, because they still have things to do.
When life is good, there are more things to worry about, and more things to do, because everything is not obtained out of thin air, and requires corresponding labor.
Especially in this era when the Qingque tribe far exceeds the surrounding tribes and the social division of labor is not clear, most of the things that the Qingque tribe needs need to be done by themselves.
I want to concentrate on one kind of work like later generations, and then use the exchanged money to buy everything I need... This is the Lifetime series.
Putting on a hat and a poncho, Han Cheng barefoot and 30 or so people in the same costume walked out of the house, got into the rain curtain, took the bone shovel from the house where the tools were stored, and walked out the gate toward the farmland. Go.
The farmland of the Qingque tribe has been reclaimed in the last two years, and the drainage facilities are not well constructed. In such heavy rain, many farmlands are easily washed out.
Han Cheng brought everyone out for this. Seeing that the farmland was washed out by the rainwater that quickly gathered, he blocked the opening with bone shovel and led the water into the canal.
Newly opened farmland, when it rains, things like patrolling and digging ditches will last for at least three years. When the sides of the drains are covered with grass, the soil at the ditches becomes hard again. Will be easily washed away by the water again, and then it's basically finished.
After the newly excavated ground was watered by rain, it became soft, and bare feet stepped on it to be cool and soft.
Not only is it impossible to walk in such a land, even if you wear straw sandals, it will not take long to be ripped off by the passionate mud.
"Blocked there."
"Here I am..."
Amidst the vast rain curtain, there was a faint voice. The Qingque tribesmen who followed Han Cheng gradually scattered on the land with their bones and quickly blocked the water.
With some cool rain, hitting the hat, hitting the clothes, hitting the hand holding the bone and the bone...
The unrecognizable rainwater that flows like wild horses, cutting the excavated farmland, is gradually restrained by the action of the shovel, and flows away unwillingly according to the route designed by people, and finally flows into In the creek.
Fighting against the sky is endless joy, fighting against the earth is endless joy, fighting against people is endless joy.
Throughout the history of human development, this is how we walked step by step.
If there is no world, use an axe to split the chaos, and use your body to prop up a space that is enough to survive.
When the sky leaks, you can make your own colored stones to block the sky.
When there was a flood on the ground, people continued to dig waterways and led the water into the sea...
What a proud and proud thing it is to be born as a human being, how precise and lucky it is to reincarnate!
After Han Cheng blocked a hole, he straightened up and took a rest. He couldn't help feeling sigh as he watched what was happening in the rain.
Big dreams are made up of small dreams. The realization of dreams depends on hard work step by step, fantasy and empty talk, which will only mislead the country and ourselves.
This inconspicuous piece of soil that has dug up the bones is a small step to the dream of the blue bird...
Qiji can't take ten steps in one leap.
As long as you don't give up, after day by day, this tribe and this land can always bloom with dazzling colors under their own leadership.
Looking back and thinking about what it was like when I first came, and looking at it now, a lot has changed unknowingly, and the Blue Sparrow tribe has also become an existence that the surrounding tribes can only look up to, right?
In the heavy rain, Han Cheng, who was digging a canal, suddenly became complacent. He wondered if Shun, who was sent out of a mu, had a similar mood when he was farming the land.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, the clouds in the sky slowly disappeared, and the water in the ditches was pouring and flowing, gradually becoming smaller.
Looking at this farmland that has not been washed out by the rain, the people of the Qingque tribe dressed in mud and covered in mud, with bones in their hands, couldn't help cheering.
They are small in front of nature, but they are not powerless. Through their own struggle, they can also do things that nature can't do.
Han Cheng also screamed with the crowd, then shook the mud on his feet and walked towards the tribe with the crowd...
The people who stayed in the tribe were not idle, Huo No.1, Huo No.2, and Ruhua, whose belly was enlarged again, were busy catching rainwater and boil it in a big tank.
This was explained by Han Cheng before he left, saying that after a while, everyone who went out would bathe in hot water.
This can reduce the possibility of getting sick due to rain and moisture.
After knowing the significance of this, Huoyi and others did it very seriously.
They have no ability to brave the heavy rain to protect the farmland like those men and strong women, they can only do their best to heat the water to wash away the tiredness...
Inside the cave, water vapor was filled.
The people who came back from the construction of the water conservancy, washed their bodies with hot water, and felt comfortable, and all the coldness they had received before was forced out.
A few people from the original bone tribe in the bottle squinted comfortably.
Taking a hot bath is so comfortable, why didn’t you know how to wash it before?
Recalling that I didn't take a shower all the time before, the bottle felt itchy all over.
Han Cheng is also taking a bath, to be precise, in a bath.
Not in the cave~EbookFREE.me~ but in the room.
There were too many people in the cave, too crowded, and there was no room for comfort.
The second reason is that there is fun in the ‘private room’ that the ‘big pool’ cannot experience.
Han Cheng sits in the steaming bath, leaning against the wall of the bath, and being wrapped in warm water is already comfortable enough, not to mention the little girl-in-law, Bai Xuemei, with her little hands. Rub yourself.
Because she worked a lot, Bai Xuemei had some calluses on her hands, which were not as soft and soft as the girls of later generations, but they still made Han Cheng feel itchy.
Bai Xuemei's face seemed to be whiter because of the water vapor, and her horn braids trembled as she scrubbed.
Han Cheng looked at the little Tong's daughter-in-law who was washing himself seriously, and his heart got even more itchy. He reached out his hand and held the hand of Xuemei Bai who was walking around him...
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