More than a month has passed since the day of the new year.
Spring has finally come.
The white snow accumulated on the ground throughout the winter began to melt, and the frozen river slowly thawed, turning into ice and flowing downstream along the re-flowing river.
The grass roots in the clearing of the Qingque Tribe also began to sprout, some were green and some were bright yellow.
Yang Cheng stood on the high ground of Qingque Tribe, basking in the sun and watching the snow melt and all things resurrected. He felt a little sad, but also felt a touch of joy.
The spring of the second year of Qingque has finally arrived.
The spring sunshine brings rebirth to all things, and it is a great time for spring plowing.
Yang Cheng has been waiting all winter for this time.
Just when Yang Cheng wanted to get everyone ready for spring plowing and planting millet, he suddenly heard a faint crying sound coming from behind.
The voice seems to belong to more than one person? Are many people crying?
what happened?
Yang Cheng has been in the Qingque tribe for more than half a year. Under his leadership, the tribe is prosperous and lives in harmony. It is rare to see anyone crying. This is the first time he has heard someone crying.
Wait, is this sound coming from the other side of the house?
Is it...impossible...
Didn’t I tell them about it?
Yang Cheng subconsciously thought that someone was burning a fire in the house, causing carbon monoxide poisoning.
He turned quickly and ran towards the house.
When I went to the place and took a look, I found that the crying was not coming from inside the house, but from outside the house, coming from the mouths of Yan Lin and other witches.
Seeing this, Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became confused again.
Yan Lin and the others are crying?
Why?
Who among the Qingque tribe still has the courage to bully his witch?
"Yan Lin, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Cheng stepped forward and asked curiously.
The witches gathered together cried even louder when they saw Yang Cheng approaching.
"Wuwuwu...Wu...Axue, Axue has transformed..."
Yan Lin and other beast-eared ladies cried and cried.
Axue is a snowman, built by Yang Cheng and the beast-ear girls.
After building the snowman, Yang Chengdu didn't feel anything. Building a snowman was not unusual. He had built many snowmen himself on earth.
But Yan Lin and the others felt it was very strange. Throughout the winter, they piled one every day, but their favorite was the one Yang Cheng made with them.
Because Yang Cheng gave this snowman a name.
I heard the witches say this.
Yang Cheng took a look, and in the middle surrounded by the beast-eared girls, the pile of snowmen had melted to the point where only one head was left in the spring sunshine.
"Wuwuwu... Wu, look, this is all that's left of Ashue..."
"Wuwuwu... Wu, please think of a way to save Axue..."
While crying, the witches grabbed Yang Cheng's clothes and begged him to save the snowman.
Yang Cheng felt a headache. How to save the snowman?
At this time, there was no snow machine or even a refrigerator, and he didn't have any ice witchcraft. How should he save it?
It is absolutely impossible to save him.
No matter how powerful Yang Cheng is, he can't violate the laws of nature.
But looking at the crying beast-eared girls, Yang Cheng had to think of a way out.
Fortunately, he quickly thought of a solution.
Yang Cheng smiled and said: "Well, don't be sad, Axue actually didn't leave, but stayed with us in a different way."
"In a different way?"
The witches were puzzled.
"That's right." Yang Cheng nodded and said, "Just wait for me."
After speaking, Yang Cheng went to the warehouse, found a piece of wood, and removed some wood materials from it.
Then he took out the bone knife and started carving on the material.
After more than half a year of carving witch dominoes, Yang Cheng's carving skills are no longer the same as those of Wu Xia Amen.
Yang Cheng's fingers moved quickly, and sawdust kept falling.
Soon, six snowman figures like a honey city of ice and snow appeared in Yang Cheng's hands.
These six snowmen have different images, some are clapping, some are dancing, some are waving, some are shaking their heads...
"Dangdangdangdang..."
Yang Cheng walked back to the witches and took out the six wooden snowmen in his hand.
In an instant, Yan Lin and the others forgot about the snow that had turned into a pile of snow on the ground. They forgot to cry and looked at the wooden snowman in Yang Cheng's hand with wide eyes.
"Come on, one person at a time."
Yang Xiang handed them the snowman in his hand like he was coaxing primary school students.
Yan Lin and the others held the wooden snowmen in their hands and couldn't put them down, and some were held up in the sun to observe carefully.
Seeing them like this, Yang Cheng asked with a smile: "How about it? I didn't lie to you. Are these snowmen good-looking?"
"Well, Wu, you didn't lie to us."
"Too beautiful!"
The witches smiled and praised Yang Cheng.
"That's right, you go and play."
Yang Cheng also had a smile on his face, and then watched Yan Lin and the others running to show off in front of others.
Others cast envious eyes. They also wanted a good-looking wooden snowman, but no one dared to ask Yang Cheng.
Because obviously, this is how a miko is treated.
Yang Cheng did not waver in the envious looks cast by the other tribesmen, and did not take the initiative to make one for them all.
If every one of the 100 people in the Qingque Tribe were to do it, how much time would be wasted?
Yang Cheng doesn’t have that much free time!
Moreover, making these wooden snowmen just now reminded Yang Cheng of an important preparation before spring plowing - tools.
To carry out work, stone spears, axes, and bone knives alone are not enough.
Tools can be made of wood, but farming tools are required.
Yang Chengcheng did not go to Yanhu and Cangshi to make tools. After this winter, not only Yanhu was promoted to a fifth-grade totem warrior, but even Cangshi was promoted to a fifth-grade totem warrior.
Now the two of them have more important things to do, such as exploring the level of ferocious beasts near the Qingque Tribe, replenishing the Qingque Tribe's food, etc.
This is what every tribe does in the beginning of spring.
Winter is over and spring is coming.
Not only will everything revive, some hibernating ferocious beasts will also become active again, and many ferocious beasts will also breed again due to changes in temperature.
At this time, it is necessary to re-determine the levels of ferocious beasts near the tribe, so as not to be unaware of the emergence of high-level ferocious beasts.
Yang Cheng found Mai, a sixth-grade totem warrior who stayed behind in the tribe.
"Wu, what do you want from me?" Mai asked.
"That's right, I plan to let you bring someone out to make some farming tools." Yang Cheng nodded.
"Farming tools?"
"Well, it's a tool used to grow millet."
Yang Cheng took out a piece of animal skin and drew the general shape of a tool on it with black charcoal.
This thing is probably similar to a common shovel on Earth, but there are some differences.
