"Dad~"

Looking at the empty bamboo sieve, Little Pea's mouth was deflated, and she felt like she was about to cry.

The last three birds all flew away when the bamboo sieve was closed, and he did not catch any of them.

"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties. We just need to find a way to solve them. If we are afraid, we won't dare to solve them.

Think about why you didn’t score a single bird this time?”

Han Cheng stretched out his hand to rub his son's head and continued to explain and guide him.

"Yes, it was too late."

Little Pea said.

"Then what should we do next time?"

"Pull early."

"That's right. Let's set up the sieve and keep catching. Sooner or later we will catch it."

Han Cheng affirmed his son's answer, and then worked together with the little guy to arrange the place, grabbed some shriveled millet and scattered it under the bamboo sieve.

Then the two of them, the dog and the panda, went back to hide in the bamboo forest, waiting for the birds to continue coming.

While waiting, Han Cheng suddenly remembered a joke he heard from the older generation in later generations.

A woman was making quilts at home and couldn't keep up with the work, so she asked her daughter, who had never cooked before, to make dough.

Then this conversation occurred -

Daughter: “Mom, put more water.”

Mother: "Add some noodles into it."

Daughter: "Mom, there is too much noodles."

Mother: "Add more water to it."

Daughter: "Mom, we added too much water again."

Mother: "Put some more noodles in it..."

And so on.

Daughter: "Mom, the pot can't fit in the pot."

The mother was instantly furious: "You damn girl! If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't get out of the quilt! I would have killed you today! (At that time, the quilt was sewn under the quilt, and her mother couldn't get out even if she sewed it inside.

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The reason why Han Cheng thought of this joke was because he was worried that Xiao Wandou would be like the daughter who made noodles, always overcorrecting.

While waiting like this, birds approached here again, and then one after another entered under the bamboo sieve to eat millet.

Han Cheng looked at the situation on the other side of the sieve, and then at Xiao Wandou. He didn't say anything, but quietly watched Xiao Wandou's own operations.

Little Pea looked at the bamboo sieve in the distance without blinking. After waiting for a while, when he saw two more birds crawling under the bamboo sieve, he suddenly pulled the rope in his hand.

The wooden stick fell down in response, the bamboo sieve buckle fell down, and a bird fluttered its wings and flew away.

Two people, one dog and one panda ran out from here again and came to the front of the bamboo sieve.

I caught quite a few this time, as many as four.

Xiao Wandou shouted happily, and Han Cheng also smiled with joy, even happier than he was when he caught a bird.

This silly son of mine doesn't have the sincerity of the dough-making girl, but he is still very good at teaching him.

With the successful experience of catching four this time, Xiao Wandou is now more confident.

I don't know if my little face is frozen or because I am too excited and flushed.

No need for Han Cheng to say much, the little guy quickly took action this time. Together with Han Cheng, he set up the bamboo sieve again, and then ran to the bamboo forest happily.

After this relatively successful experience, the little guy held the rope in his hand and looked more seriously. He was not as nervous as before and seemed much more confident.

Han Cheng couldn't help but smile when he saw this. This was the result he wanted.

How many birds Little Pea catches is secondary. The important thing is that he wants Little Pea to learn something by catching birds.

It’s not just some techniques for catching birds, but more importantly, some things that come out of it that can have some positive impact on people’s future behavior...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The skin drums roasted by the fire were beaten by the tribesmen, and the thunderous sound went in all directions.

Wearing rattan armor and rattan helmets that have been soaked in tung oil over and over again, the Qingque tribe warriors held weapons in their hands and marched forward in a neat formation through the snow.

This is the opening of the annual sports meeting held by the Qingque tribe after worshiping the heroes.

It is also the most exciting scene that makes people feel the power of the tribe.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

When the archery team and the sling team showed off their power, and the main team composed of the Vine Shield Team and the Changge Team approached the straw men who were still standing, everyone shouted to kill them step by step, and their voices even surpassed the rumbling war drums.

Accompanied by the shouts of killing, these people all took out the bronze spears in their hands and stabbed the straw man in front of them fiercely...

Military exercises were held in the name of honoring the heroes of the Qingque tribe, as well as sports games including a variety of sports, as well as awards and the release of slave status to slaves who had made great contributions to the tribe within this year, and the issuance of citizen ID cards in public.

It took two full days for the matter to be completely over.

However, the effect is very good. It can not only cultivate the spirit of loving the tribe and protecting the tribe, but also stimulate the martial heart of the tribe and maintain the martial spirit of the tribe.

At the same time, it can also inject fresh blood into the citizens of the tribe, and allow the slaves in the tribe to see the light and work hard to do things for the tribe in the days to come.

Two days may not seem like a long time, but to the Qingque tribe, it is of great significance, even comparable to spring planting and autumn harvesting, which the tribe has always attached great importance to and is the basis for the survival and development of the entire tribe.

Under the heavy snow cover, the cold seemed to have sealed everything, but time was not sealed at all. It still passed slowly and quickly according to its inherent speed.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, the eleventh year of Qingque has arrived.

All the happiness of everyone was released on this day.

The delicious and abundant food was brought out for free, and was picked up by everyone with chopsticks and put into their mouths.

As soon as they were overwhelmed by the many delicious foods, everyone became more cheerful.

As night fell, the bonfire was lit, and people who had eaten and drank enough, played drums and gongs, and jumped around the fire under the light of the fire.

Wealth and joy filled everyone's hearts and overflowed on everyone's face...

In the north, inside the cave of the Blackstone Tribe.

As the night falls, the already cold weather seems to become even colder.

Even though there is a fire burning, many people still feel cold.

The Blackstone Tribe at this time seems much duller than when the heavy snow just fell this year.

The relief I felt when I first knew that the heavy snow had fallen much earlier than in previous years has completely disappeared by now.

This is not only because the cold lasts too long, but also because some of the food in the Blackstone Tribe is not enough.

Judging from the consumption rate of food during winter in previous years, the food stored by the Blackstone Tribe this year is enough for them to survive this winter.

But there is a saying that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Almost all people, regardless of age, are easily susceptible to this trick.

Since they gradually developed the effects of black stone and relied on black stone weapons to bring a large amount of food to the tribe, the people of the black stone tribe have become more and more luxurious in eating food.

Especially after they defeated the tribe where the bark was located and obtained bows and arrows and fish traps, two sharp tools for obtaining food. Some tribes who surrendered to them also owned and learned how to make and use these two tools. The Black Stone Tribe

The food becomes richer and more abundant.

When eating food, everyone has become more confident and bold without restraint.

Things like this continue to happen, and the food stored by the Blackstone Tribe continues to decrease.

A few days ago, the leader of the Blackstone Tribe suddenly discovered that more than half of the food stored by his tribe had disappeared!

Such a discovery surprised him.

From that day on, when the leader of the Blackstone Tribe went out to get food, he took less.

It may be said that I got less, but compared with the past when I didn't get black stone weapons for the winter, it was still much more.

As a result, the people of the Black Stone Tribe, who had not tasted the taste of starvation for a long time, once again tasted this taste that seemed to have been far away from them.

This feeling is not pleasant at all.

It is precisely because of this that the entire Blackstone Tribe is in a low mood.

The bark of the tree was wrapped tightly around his fur, and he was huddled with the people around him, lying on the hay.

The swaying cave illuminated by the jumping firelight seemed very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the grunting sounds from time to time.

This is the sound coming from the stomachs of the Black Stone Tribe people sleeping here.

The bark's own belly would also make such noises from time to time.

This kind of hunger was still within the tolerance of the tree bark. What was most unbearable for him was the cold that could almost freeze his entire body.
To be continued...