Chapter 792: The Little Ice Age
“Damn!”
Walking between two points that are very far apart and out of each other’s sight—and without roads or any markers—trying to walk a straight line is extrely difficult.
Take Han Cheng now, for example. Even with the diplomatic expert Mao assisting and a good navigator beside him, the trek still ended up being more than ten li (about 5 km) away from the Copper Mountain Residential Area.
After finally confirming their own location and the location of Copper Mountain Residential Area, they spent nearly half a day before they actually arrived.
From far away, seeing the very distinctive mountain peak of the Copper Mountain Residential Area, Han Cheng wiped the sweat off his forehead.
If it weren’t for Mao’s exceptional navigation skills, Han Cheng thought he would have gotten lost for sure this ti.
Getting lost while trying to find the way—just thinking about it is speechless…
On the stone wall of the Copper Mountain Residential Area, with smoke rising, under the watchtower built on the grassy roof, the sentry on guard was scanning the surroundings like a searchlight. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a spot.
Blinking repeatedly, he saw the tall flag still raised, and it was steadily approaching them.
The sentry glanced toward the road from the main tribe to here.
It was empty—no sign of anyone.
Then he shifted his gaze again toward the direction where the flag appeared. This ti, what ca around the woods was not just a flag.
Beneath the flag were people carrying weapons, accompanied by wolves and deer. Their weapons glead dazzlingly in the sunlight.
This was their tribe’s standard traveling gear!
Although he didn’t know why the tribe mbers were suddenly coming this way, and not even by the main road, the sentry quickly pulled out the wooden clapper at his waist and began striking it loudly.
While striking, he jumped and shouted excitedly, “They’re coming! Soone’s coming from the tribe!”
Imdiately, the entire Copper Mountain Residential Area boiled with excitent.
When the crowd at the wall recognized the disheveled leader as the respected Divine Child, the excitent in Copper Mountain Residential Area intensified, crackling loudly like cold water splashed into a boiling pot of oil.
No one in the Copper Mountain Residential Area had expected the Divine Child to lead people over from another place at this ti.
Because it was so unexpected, when it really happened, it was greeted with an even greater surprise.
Because of Han Cheng and his group’s arrival, the previously dull Copper Mountain Residential Area instantly beca as lively as during a festive New Year.
After Han Cheng and company each downed two big bowls of herbal tea, took a proper bath, and explained the purpose of their visit, the already joyful Copper Mountain Residential Area beca even more so.
“Really?”
Third Senior Brother’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Han Cheng, his face full of excitent as he asked.
Though he knew there could be no falsehood from the Divine Child’s words, hearing such news suddenly still made Third Senior Brother want to confirm with Han Cheng again.
Because what the Divine Child had just said was just too thrilling!
Not only Third Senior Brother, but the rest of the people stationed in Copper Mountain Residential Area also looked at Han Cheng with bright eyes.
A new, straight, close, wide, and flat road had been rebuilt from the main tribe to here, along which ran the newly invented two-wheeled donkey carts pulled by donkeys that could carry many goods…
Previously, it took at least five days to travel from the main tribe, but with this road and the faster donkey carts, the journey was reduced to three days.
According to the Divine Child, one person riding a donkey, leading three donkeys, could start at dusk and arrive the next morning!
How could they not be excited?
If all this was true, it would be so much more convenient for them to visit the main tribe! They could make several trips a year without trouble!
The Green Sparrow Tribe people had an extraordinary sense of belonging to the main Green Sparrow tribe.
Even though the Green Sparrow flag flew here, and the Divine Child had said more than once that this was also their Green Sparrow tribe’s land, the people living in the Copper Mountain Residential Area still felt less comfortable than in the main tribe.
There was always a feeling of instability, like being adrift outside.
In such a situation, suddenly receiving this kind of news—how could they not be excited!
“Yes! It’s all true! Once this road is completed, it’ll be much easier for you to travel back!”
Seeing these hopeful faces looking at him, Han Cheng spoke with a serious tone.
“Hahaha…”
After Han Cheng finished speaking, Third Senior Brother paused a mont, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed heartily—usually a serious person, now laughing wildly.
Others standing guard around also fell into extre joy; so even cried and laughed at the sa ti.
Seeing this scene, Han Cheng felt a little emotional.
“Divine Child! We’ll start building the road right away!”
Stopping his wild laughter, Third Senior Brother looked at Han Cheng excitedly, wishing he could grab his tools and start imdiately, building this connecting road in just one day.
Although the others did not speak, just by looking at their glowing eyes and clenched fists at this mont, Han Cheng knew precisely what they were thinking.
Han Cheng felt that if he said now that building the road required first killing a tiger as a sacrifice, Third Senior Brother and the others would imdiately grab their weapons and, without hesitation, loudly go searching all over the world for a tiger.
“We will definitely finish building it as soon as possible!” Han Cheng said firmly to everyone.
Then he added, “However, this road project is enormous. It cannot be completed overnight. Before construction begins, the route needs to be planned carefully first…
Let’s rest now. Once the route is confird and the road-building thods are decided, I will arrange for soone to notify you.
Then so of you will start building the road from here towards the main tribe…”
After hearing this, the people in Copper Mountain Residential Area were sowhat disappointed, but knowing the Divine Child’s words were valid, they could only bury their hopes deep in their hearts for now.
But just thinking about how soon they would be able to travel quickly between the main tribe and Copper Mountain Residential Area ward their hearts.
After this matter was temporarily settled, the whole Copper Mountain Residential Area continued to be filled with joy at the arrival of visitors from the tribe — and the sowhat hobound Divine Child led those visitors.
So sheep raised here were brought out and slaughtered, and a half-grown wild boar was also taken from its pen and bled…
To provide at conveniently for the people of Copper Mountain Residential Area, Han Cheng had already arranged at the ti the area was first established for so of the tribe’s livestock and poultry to be raised here, which had since multiplied over several years.
Usually, Third Senior Brother and the others didn’t like to eat much of the at, but now that the Divine Child had co with a group from the tribe, everything was different…
Amid the lively busyness, the aroma of delicious food began to spread throughout Copper Mountain Residential Area.
Seeing everyone’s happiness, Han Cheng didn’t want to disappoint them and personally cooked a few hearty dishes.
A basin of braised pork that was oily but not greasy, over ten plates of stead pork cuts, roasted lamb ribs…
Paired with golden millet dry rice, just the sll alone made people salivate uncontrollably.
“Gulp!”
Before even arriving at the entrance to Copper Mountain Residential Area, the old primitive n and five others had already swallowed their saliva with difficulty.
Everyone quickened their pace, and later even ran all the way toward Copper Mountain Residential Area…
A few old primitive n from the Wind Tribe arrived just as Han Cheng finished cooking the last dish, and everyone was about to eat.
Their timing was exact.
As a person from the future with good manners, when guests arrive at al ti, offering them food is a must.
In the future, so people might politely decline, saying they’ve already eaten.
But in front of these straightforward old primitive n, who were practically drooling over the food, such polite refusal was impossible to expect.
These guys each grabbed their share of food, buried their faces in the bowls, and ate without lifting their heads.
Two of them even made protective growling sounds while eating their food.
This scene oddly reminded Han Cheng of feeding pigs…
Delicious!
It was simply too delicious!
The old primitive n finished their large bowls of rice, pulled so at strands stuck between their teeth with their dark fingernails, flicked them into their mouths, and kept sighing appreciatively.
They had thought the food they ate here last ti was already delicious enough, but hadn’t expected the food this ti to be even more flavorful.
The old primitive n were sure that if the tribe leader had served such food last ti, no one would have left.
After eating and drinking their fill, the old primitive n noticed so differences in the tribe compared to their last visit.
There were many more people now, and most of the newcors appeared to be strong adults.
This made them sowhat suspicious.
Especially when they saw the relatively young Han Cheng, their suspicion increased.
Because they found that everyone in the tribe respected Han Cheng very much.
Even Third Senior Brother, who they thought was the leader, showed the sa unusual respect when facing Han Cheng.
Who was this person? How could soone so young have such a high status?
He looked to be the actual leader of this strong and wealthy tribe.
Due to the limited communication between the two tribes, the old primitive n knew very little about the Green Sparrow Tribe beyond what they could see with their own eyes.
They just thought that the Copper Mountain Residential Area was the entirety of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Seeing Han Cheng and the others suddenly appearing, they naturally felt confused.
As the old primitive n looked at Han Cheng suspiciously, Han Cheng also observed them.
From what the Third Senior Brother had told him about their identities and by examining the furs they carried, Han Cheng understood the purpose of their visit.
“Mao, go ask if there are any other tribes around them.”
After observing the old primitive n for a while, Han Cheng said to Mao.
Because of the Flying Snake Tribe’s presence, most surrounding tribes had been devastated.
For the Copper Mountain Residential Area to develop better, having only this one tribe around was not enough.
That was why Han Cheng sent Mao to ask the old primitive n this question.
After Han Cheng finished speaking, Mao imdiately moved with a strong presence.
Mao was not at all shy when interacting with outsiders.
After all, this was his domain to shine in, just like Heiwa with pottery and molds, and La with woodworking and weaving.
Third Senior Brother, who was more familiar with the old primitive n, accompanied Mao.
When Mao approached the old primitive man, he first extended his hand warmly and shook hands with them.
The old primitive man had seen this kind of handshake from Third Senior Brother before and knew it was a welcoming and friendly gesture of the tribe.
If not for that, they would definitely have been bewildered.
After this warm handshake, with the old primitive man watching with surprise and confusion, Mao, a flashy translator, began his performance.
At first, the old primitive n were still confused watching Mao’s wild gestures and strange behavior, not understanding what this bird-dance-like act ant.
Even after seeing this, the old primitive n instinctively crossed their arms.
Then they thought for a mont and pulled over a female primitive from their tribe to stand in front of them.
This ant that if Mao wanted to do anything, he could only go after this woman—and better not think about their leader.
After this misunderstanding, tinged with a bit of fear, lasted for a while, the old primitive man suddenly realized with surprise that he seed to understand what this sowhat dark-skinned guy ant.
“￥%…Fv”
He thought carefully for a mont and recalled so neighboring tribes that had migrated away before them.
Then, as he muttered in his own language, he gestured toward Mao with his hand…
“Are there really other tribes that migrated away?”
Mao, indeed, the Green Sparrow Tribe’s top flashy translator, quickly conveyed the ssage.
Previously, the two original trade team mbers had struggled to obtain even minimal information from the old, primitive n.
But now, with Mao stepping in, it didn’t take long before both sides were successfully communicating, and with quite a bit of complexity.
Hearing the ssage Mao brought over, Han Cheng couldn’t help but exclaim with joy.
“Ask him again if he knows where those tribes migrated to.”
After the initial joy, Han Cheng said again to Mao…
On the other side, after understanding what Mao conveyed, the old primitive man fell into doubt, wondering why this highly respected person called the “Divine Child” was asking about these things.
However, he did not really know where the neighboring tribe, which had migrated before, had gone.
After migrating northward, they encountered them during a hunting trip.
Moreover, when they decided to migrate back from the north, their leader had gone to invite that tribe to return together, but due to fear of the evil Flying Snake Tribe, that neighboring tribe did not co back with them.
When the old primitive man and the Wind Tribe leaders returned from the Copper Mountain Residential Area last ti and found that the Flying Snake Tribe had disappeared entirely, and a kind and generous tribe had moved in, they even laughed at that cowardly neighboring tribe.
Because of their cowardice, when the heavy snow fell this year, it was likely that so people in that neighboring tribe would freeze to death again.
After thinking about this for a while, the old primitive man began communicating with Mao in his own way.
Listening to what Mao transmitted—the aning expressed by the old primitive man—Han Cheng felt very pleased. This was excellent news for him and the Green Sparrow Tribe.
While feeling happy, he also realized a problem: the Wind Tribe, forced to migrate north, had risked being wiped out by the Flying Snake Tribe, yet still chose to return to their original residence despite the cold.
For several years, Han Cheng knew from stone records and the accounts of so older tribe mbers that winters had been gradually growing longer.
But he hadn’t given it much deep thought.
After all, thanks to heated kang beds, ample food, and thick clothing, the Green Sparrow Tribe was living more comfortably during winter than before.
Now, hearing the experience of the Wind Tribe and other tribes through the old primitive man, Han Cheng belatedly realized the impact such climate change had on nearby tribes.
The quality of housing, food, furs, and other material conditions of a tribe determined their ability to withstand disasters.
The fall of the Ming Dynasty wasn’t just due to Emperor Chongzhen’s stubbornness, the East Forest Party’s loud rhetoric and inaction, eunuchs and factional struggles, droughts, floods, locust plagues, and old slaves of Jianzhou; the arrival of the Little Ice Age was also a significant factor.
In Ming tis, every winter, countless people still froze or starved to death—no need to compare with today’s era.
Given this, it was not strange that the Wind Tribe’s people had migrated back from the colder north to their original ho.
Thinking of the Ming Dynasty’s Little Ice Age and the recent lengthening winters, Han Cheng felt a sudden heaviness in his heart.
If the cooling trend continued, would the place where his tribe lived beco unsuitable for survival?
Would all the work he and his people had done be in vain?
The more he thought this, the heavier and more dispirited he felt.
After a long silence, Han Cheng suddenly smiled, feeling that his earlier worries had been overly pessimistic and needless.
As long as a person lives, they must do their work that day.
From birth, death is inevitable—that all know much.
But even so, few give up and waste their days; most strive hard to survive and to live a richer, more colorful life within their limited ti.
This applies to people living in this world, and likewise to facing a gradually cooling climate.
One cannot simply stop doing things because the weather cools; that would be no different from giving up upon knowing death is certain.
Moreover, the cooling may not continue forever.
If one halts all progress now, and the place remains livable later, wouldn’t that waste many years of developnt?
Even if the climate continued to cool to the point where living here beca impossible, the efforts made along the way would not be wasted.
At least it would provide the tribe with abundant material resources to better survive the migration and thrive again quickly after settling in a new place.
After pondering this for a while, Han Cheng’s initially gloomy mood gradually brightened.
Besides, this cooling trend was actually a great advantage for the current Green Sparrow Tribe, not a drawback!
The Wind Tribe, which preceded him, and another tribe known to have migrated north, were examples of the benefits brought by this weather.
These two tribes were unstable in moving back and forth, creating an opportunity for the Green Sparrow Tribe to expand and develop the Copper Mountain Residential Area…
Within this scope, as Han Cheng thought deeply, a silence fell.
Everyone stared at the Divine Child, whose expression kept shifting unpredictably, without daring to interrupt.
In this silence, Third Senior Brother’s mood also grew heavier.
The joy from the upcoming bronze highway construction was overshadowed.
This was because he suddenly realized that if the bronze highway construction really started, there wouldn’t be enough manpower here at Copper Mountain Residential Area.
Currently, they have to mine and slt copper and tin, as well as clear fields and plant crops.
The tribe’s livestock, like pigs and sheep, also needed tending.
Given the current situation, manpower was just barely sufficient, so it was impossible to spare many people for the bronze highway construction.
If large numbers were taken away, copper, tin, and food production and planting would be affected.
And these two were very important to the tribe.
Still, the people of Copper Mountain Residential Area, including Third Senior Brother, eagerly wished to build this road that would quickly connect them to the main tribe.
This led to a problem…
Knowing such a road existed but not being able to build it quickly was highly frustrating.
That was why Third Senior Brother felt so distressed.
After feeling this way for a while, seeing Han Cheng snap out of his thoughts, Third Senior Brother opened his mouth, intending to tell him all this.
Seeing Han Cheng about to speak to Mao, Third Senior Brother hesitated for a mont, but then closed his mouth again.
Han Cheng noticed Third Senior Brother’s reluctance and smiled, asking what was on his mind. The Third Senior Brother then spoke out about his earlier concerns.
Third Senior Brother’s words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone’s excitent. The group, initially full of enthusiasm over the bronze highway project, imdiately beca somber after hearing Third Senior Brother.
Indeed, before this, they had only thought about how wonderful it would be once the bronze highway was completed, but had forgotten about the other tasks they still needed to do.
Seeing the reaction of the people in Copper Mountain Residential Area after Third Senior Brother spoke, Han Cheng smiled faintly.
If they hadn’t t the old primitive man from the Wind Tribe and gathered so much information from him, Han Cheng’s only solution would have been to pull so slaves from the half-farming tribe in the prominent tribe to help build the road at Copper Mountain.
But such a move would have negative consequences for the main tribe.
Now, since they had gained a lot of information from the old primitive man, everything beca easier to handle.
Their own tribe didn’t have enough manpower, but there was the Wind Tribe—and that other tribe that had migrated north with them but hadn’t returned yet!
“Divine Child, what should we do?”
Seeing a smile appear on Han Cheng’s face, Third Senior Brother was overjoyed and quickly asked, his voice full of hope.
Others, still feeling down, also snapped back to attention at Third Senior Brother’s reminder.
Yes, they still had their wise Divine Child! How could they forget that?
So slapped their foreheads in regret.
Then, with flushed faces and hopeful eyes, they looked at Han Cheng, eager to hear a good solution.
Han Cheng smiled and nodded to the crowd, then pointed with his hand toward the old primitive n and said, “If we don’t have enough people, then let them co here and help us build the road, won’t that work?”
Hearing this, the tribe’s people all turned their eyes toward the old primitive n, so even sparkling with excitent.
They had understood the Divine Child’s aning: to turn these people, like the Flying Snake Tribe and the half-farming tribe, into slaves of their tribe.
That way, the tribe would indeed have enough manpower to build the road.
“When do we go attack them?”
Although it seed unlike their usual style—wiping out a tribe that had no grudge against them and capturing them as slaves to build a road—this was the Divine Child’s plan, and it did solve their current problem.
So the tribe imdiately got excited without hesitation. Even Third Senior Brother gripped his bow and arrow, looking eager to try.
Seeing this, Han Cheng’s face darkened. What is this nonsense?
If I wanted to, why don’t I attack you guys instead?
“We’re not going to attack them, nor turn them into slaves…”
Han Cheng, looking grim, hurriedly explained to these people with shaky morals and violent tendencies.
As soon as Han Cheng said this, Third Senior Brother and the others, ready to jump into action, froze and looked puzzled.
If they didn’t attack that tribe or enslave them, how could those people help build their road?
Knowing what Third Senior Brother and the others thought, Han Cheng sniffled and continued explaining, “We can trade things like salt and pottery with them. They help build the road, and we give them these goods.”
As soon as he said this, Mao’s eyes lit up. As a frequent trader, he imdiately understood Han Cheng’s aning and the advantages of this plan.
Then…
Mao began patting his head repeatedly, regretting deeply that such a brilliant idea wasn’t his own, since he often led trade efforts.
As Mao patted his forehead, the others’ eyes gradually brightened too. This was indeed an excellent idea!
For Green Sparrow Tribe mbers, who often traded salt and pottery with other tribes, understanding the key point was not difficult.
It was simply exchanging furs, seeds, and young animals for labor to build roads.
After Han Cheng explained this, Mao, as a flashy translator and trade expert, couldn’t help but want to tell the old primitive man imdiately.
But Han Cheng stopped him: “First, trade the furs and other goods they brought with us. After the trade is done, then tell them about this.”
Although not understanding why the Divine Child arranged things this way, Mao obediently followed Han Cheng’s instructions, went to the old primitive n, and enthusiastically told them that trade was possible.
The old primitive n looked a little fearful toward Mao.
Not because Mao’s gestures reminded him again of the strange bird-dance to attract a mate…
But because the kindly tribe’s glowing eyes were watching them so intensely, it made him uneasy.
He felt like sothing bad might happen.
Fortunately, the creepy scene didn’t last long. Otherwise, the old primitive man, who had mostly recovered his mobility, might have shown his astonishing speed again.
Now, understanding Mao’s aning and seeing the tribe still peaceful and kind, the old primitive n gradually cast away their unease and pulled out the furs they had carried along.
They really needed to speed up the trading because the tribe’s salt supply was running very low…
Looking at the less-than-one-jar of salt and a ceramic pot and two ceramic bowls laid out before him, the old primitive man from the Wind Tribe finally understood why he had felt so uneasy earlier.
They had brought so many things with them, yet now they had only exchanged them for such a small amount. That truly was unsettling.
But thinking about the deliciousness of the salt and the usefulness of the pottery, the old primitive man felt that trading furs and other items for these goods was actually quite good.
The reason for his concern was that he recalled the tribe’s rapid consumption of salt and the large number of people there.
No one could have their own precious ceramic bowl for als.
Based on today’s events, it was worth seriously considering whether the tribe could obtain salt in the future.
Because having experienced a deadly cold, the Wind Tribe valued furs far more than the tribes that had previously traded with the Green Sparrow Tribe.
The furs they had brought this ti were basically all they could offer.
Apart from the furs, they had almost nothing else to trade.
In other words, once they finished this salt, their tribe would run out.
The thought of eating salted food for a while and then going back to eating food without salt was sothing the old primitive man utterly refused to accept.
This feeling was too unbearable.
But besides accepting this reality, he had no other choice.
Because even when they left last ti, the tribe had clearly stated that, except for the first ti when they would send precious things like salt and pottery, all future exchanges would require trading goods.
The old primitive man understood this very well. Such precious items being freely given by the kind Green Sparrow Tribe was already very rare; how could they expect it all to be free forever?
If he swapped positions with the Green Sparrow Tribe, he felt he wouldn’t be willing to do such a thing either…
After realizing all this, the old primitive man grew quite depressed.
Just as he was feeling sorrowful over the possibility of not tasting delicious salt again, under Han Cheng’s signal, Mao—the ‘shrewd trader’ and translator—once again approached the old primitive man, gesturing wildly.
Imrsed in sadness, the old primitive man looked up at this skilled communicator, hoping to understand what he was expressing.
After a while, the old primitive man suddenly beca excited. He grabbed Mao’s hand urgently, asking questions nonstop in his own language.
Then the two began an awkward but lively exchange.
Han Cheng, standing not far off, watched the old primitive man’s changing expressions and couldn’t help but smile.
He had deliberately not let Mao tell the old primitive man earlier about exchanging labor for salt. He wanted to create this effect first.
First feel despair, then see the light at the end of the tunnel—this would make one cherish the light even more.
Just by switching the order, this effect could be achieved, and Han Cheng naturally took advantage of such a strategy.
Standing beside Han Cheng and watching the old primitive man’s joyous expression as he awkwardly communicated with Mao, Shang gradually understood the purpose and benefits of Han Cheng’s approach.
Looking at Han Cheng with deep respect…
Just as Han Cheng had hoped, everyone was happy.
Seeing the old primitive man full of joy and gratitude, Han Cheng smiled and told Mao again, “Send them back to find the tribe that migrated north. Inform the tribe that the evil Flying Snake Tribe has been eliminated, and they can now return to their original ho to continue living.
If they co back, they will receive so salt and pottery, and just like the Wind Tribe, they can earn salt by building roads.”
Han Cheng had thought about this for a while; after all, just one Wind Tribe wasn’t enough—they needed to bring more tribes over.
With the critical factor of winters growing colder, Han Cheng was sure that this tribe, which had once neighbored the Wind Tribe, would migrate back upon hearing that the Flying Snake Tribe was gone and there was no longer any threat to their lives.
Not to ntion the new conditions of salt and pottery being offered.
After the awkward “dance” of communication, the old primitive man grasped Han Cheng’s aning, and by asking questions and observing Mao’s concealnt with a copper shovel, he essentially understood the road-building plan.
Although the old primitive man did not understand why these kind-hearted people were doing such strange things, he happily agreed, especially since they would be given salt and other goods.
For soone as fast as him, running errands and delivering ssages—where he could show his advantage—was sothing he was very willing to do.
Thus, the matter was happily settled.
Under the tempting “gourt magic” of the Green Sparrow Tribe, these Wind Tribe mbers were already gradually drawn in and could not resist; no more food lures were needed.
Therefore, after the decision, on Third Senior Brother’s suggestion, the next two als were made rather plain, aiming to encourage these people—who liked to eat freely and eat large amounts—to leave soon.
Although the Green Sparrow Tribe now had relatively abundant food, Third Senior Brother and others still felt sorry about such wasteful food expenses.
For such excellent tactics from Third Senior Brother, Han Cheng was left speechless except to agree reluctantly.
They’ve gone bad…
Back then, Third Senior Brother and the others were so pure and straightforward; now they were doing these kinds of things…
Watching Third Senior Brother hide the good food, then put only a small amount of millet in the pot, cook it with wild vegetables, salt sparingly, and with a sly smile on his face, Han Cheng couldn’t help but sigh…
The next morning, a few old primitive n, full of expectation for more sumptuous als, after eating two bowls of such porridge, licked their lips and finally, with so regret, decided to leave Copper Mountain Residential Area…
“They’re leaving! They’re gone! Can’t see them anymore!”
People on the wall shouted joyfully as the old primitive man’s figure disappeared.
At once, the courtyard that had seed sowhat quiet beca lively.
Led by the Third Senior Brother, various delicious foods were quickly prepared.
Before long, the aroma began drifting throughout Copper Mountain Residential Area.
Even the previous vegetable porridge was supplented again with so crushed salted dried fish…
Seeing these crafty operations, Han Cheng, besides being dumbfounded, couldn’t help twitching his face.
This was way too sneaky!
Even sneakier than hiding cherries quickly when guests arrive during the New Year and replacing them with a plate of oranges without knives…
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