Chapter 390: Don't worry about the dog

Not giving up until the Yellow River, this is probably the psychology of many people.
It was precisely because of this that Han Cheng was basically not affected when Wu and Big Brother were lost because of this failure.
"Don't worry, they still have salt to eat now, and wait until their salt is finished..."
Han Cheng told Wu and the big brother.
Since you are not ready to win by force, you have to endure this somewhat tormented wait.
Everything that should be done is done, and the rest is left to time. Then, based on the specific results, choose the next response strategy.
After listening to Han Cheng's explanation, Wu and Big Brother both felt much better.
After a fluttering spring rain, the grass became greener and the flowers bloomed brighter.
The Qingque tribe has also begun the great business of planting millet for which they have been busy for a long time.
The stone that recorded the "history" of the Qingque tribe for a while, picked up the stone pen and wrote the word Gu Yu in the grid that recorded yesterday.
The reason for this name is that after the rain fell, the son began to let people prepare to plant millet.
"YoYo……"
On a thriving field full of vitality, the uncle deer pulling a columbine cart yelled unwillingly.
In such a bright spring time, the most suitable thing to do is to lead a large group of subordinates, go out and eat the grass, and do something that delights the deer's body and mind.
But now, Uncle Deer is being pulled by a columbine cart.
Not only it, but about half of the adult deer of the ethnic group are dragging things and walking on this field.
When they are tired, the other half of the deer will be put on and take over their work.
Only two-legged beasts are allowed, but deer are not allowed.
Uncle Deer, who had witnessed the rejoicing party held not long ago, made his voice even more resentful.
How can such a bully deer?
Fu Jiang and some of his stupid children were not like they were in the wild at this time, they were also following the deer herd.
They were scattered on this field, and ran for a while.
However, no one dared to get close to the bright and splendid field. This was the effect that Han Cheng achieved after kicking Xiaofu, who was covered in yellow pollen, on his for several times.
The millet seeds, carefully stored by the people of the Qingque tribe, turned into thin threads and flowed into the gully. After a long time, they would sprout from the ground.
The Qingque tribe’s large-scale wasteland reclamation and farmland reorganization have been very effective. Until now, apart from the dozens of acres of rapeseed land, there are about 680 acres of idle land left.
It can be said that the results of this long-lasting land reclamation have exceeded Han Cheng's expectations.
Of the 680 acres of land, there will be 80 acres of land left.
Part of the 80 acres left is used to grow wild hemp, and the rest can only be left unused.
It's not that Han Cheng doesn't want to plant, but that he has no seeds.
A few hundred acres of land, not to mention the rest, just seeds, you need a lot.
Most of the millet harvested last year was not eaten much, and all the seeds were reserved, which was still not enough.
In the tribe, Bai Xuemei was squatting there to carefully watch the silkworm seeds placed in the warm sun, expecting them to come out of it, where there were fresh and tender mulberry leaves she had prepared.
Facts have proved that, no matter in the primitive or in the later generations, Erha and similar Erha dogs are not a worry-free thing.
"Woohoo~"
"Woohoo~"
Along with the screams resounding through the wilderness, Xiaofu, who was kicked a few feet by Han Cheng, left in anger, and Xiaofu, who didn't know where he was going, got out from a distance.
As if there was something chasing after him, he ran away, screaming miserably as he ran.
Sometimes it will roll on the ground.
There are four other little blessings in the scattered field, and they screamed and rushed towards it.
Hearing the movement, the deer also stopped and raised their ears to look over there. Someone was already holding farm tools like hoes and shackles. Han Cheng, who was surrounded by a few people, also went there.
Junior Sha, who can't leave his bow, has already hit the arrow, it is the feather arrow with the iron arrow installed, and he looks around with alertness.
Once there is a danger, the arrow in his hand will fly by in the first time.
"Woohoo..."
After running to this side, he might feel safe, Xiaofu stopped running, but lay down on the ground, whimpering in his mouth, while rolling on the ground in pain.
Several Fu generals had already ran to the side, jumping and jumping anxiously around Xiao Fu.
Han Cheng and the others dared to come over, took advantage of Xiaofu's rollover, looked at it, did not see anything like snakes, and found no conspicuous scars.
But Xiaofu's pain is not fake at all, this guy is fidgeting now, whining in his mouth, and churning constantly.
Han Cheng made people retreat, don't get too close to Xiaofu, so as not to be injured by the irrational Xiaofu.
After waiting like this for a while, Xiaofu finally stopped groaning, but the whole looked fatter.
Especially that face is fat and out of shape, with two eyes narrowed into a slit, standing there, the two who can reach the blessed general, with an inexplicable sense of joy.
Although he knew that the smile wasn't very good at this time, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing twice as he looked at Xiaofu who was so fat and deformed.
Then began to tentatively check it.
Judging from the current situation of this guy, it is very likely that he was bitten by something like a snake, insect, or ant, otherwise he would not be so sad.
It's better not to be something that is too poisonous. Facing this unknown thing, Han Cheng has no good way to think of.
After confirming that it was not a beast, Han Cheng asked other people to harrow the ground to sow. He was only left with a few people who were not busy such as Wu.
The chubby Xiaofu seemed a little uneasy~EbookFREE.me~ Han Cheng calmed down for a while before letting Han Cheng check.
Carefully pulling away the fur on Xiaofu's head, Han Cheng's eyes condensed.
It was a black and purple spot, it looked like it was bitten by something!
Han Cheng continued to check carefully, and Xiaofu, who was so fat and deformed, squatted there, grievingly cooperated, like a child who had been beaten outside.
"hiss!"
Han Cheng couldn't help but took a breath of air-conditioning. There are nine such points on Xiaofu's head alone!
What did this guy provoke?
What's stuck on your mouth? How sticky?
Han Cheng, who was checking Xiaofu's chin, thought, took his hand away and placed it in front of him.
Before he could see clearly, Xiaofu's face was swollen into this look. He actually opened his mouth, stretched out a bit stupidly, licked Han Cheng's hand with his tongue, and then tried his best to sweep down his own. chin……