In the tribe, outside the south gate of the new village.

Starting from the southwest corner, the blue brick wall built to the east is still a little distance from the south gate, and then it stops.

The masons were drained for building the dam. After the dam was repaired, they repaired the bricks and tile yards, and all the blue bricks that were accumulated were consumed.

The construction of the fence has been stopped there.

The so-called south gate is just two tall and thick columns made of blue bricks.

There is a big road that runs from the inside of the new village, through the south gate, and extends to the south.

On the side of the road not far from the south gate, there are thirty or forty thatched huts scattered in scattered areas.

This is the Huangfeng tribe.

It was almost evening when the Huangfeng clan members who were involved in different work returned home after dinner in the cafeteria.

Soon, fire broke out in some of the fire pits in the hut, making the hut, which became a little dim due to the setting sun, shine.

There were also voices of conversation between family members in the thatched huts of each household.

But some of the huts had no sound or fire.

The Huangfeng Witch stood alone in front of his hut.

His hut was very big, but now only he and his grandson lived in such a huge hut.

His son was transferred to the brick and tile yard and became an employee of the brick and tile yard.

Qing said that the brick and tile farm is seven or eight miles away from the tribe. Although a road has been built between them, it is still a bit inconvenient to stay at home every day and a waste of time.

So, a thatched hut for employees was built on the brick and tile yard.

Workers on the brick and tile farm stayed nearby in that hut.

Qing also said that we should learn from the lessons learned from the dam. This time, the workers' spouses also lived there together.

Women can do the job in brick and tile fields as well.

So his son's wife also went to work in the brick and tile farm together.

At home, he and his seven-year-old grandson were left.

The huts in the tribe that did not have a fire lit up were all because of this reason that they moved into the dormitory of the brick and tile farm.

Those families who have no elderly people moved away together.

The hut was empty because of this.

Of course, not all of these families entered the brick and tile farm, some entered the copper smelting workshop, and several entered the guards.

After a fire broke out in the fire pit, he sat alone. It was too quiet, so he walked out the door and wandered in front of the hut.

The voices and firelights from other thatched huts made him feel a little better.

Now, Lie no longer competes with him for the tribe's right to speak.

Lie had already moved into the copper smelting workshop with his family.

But without Lie, he still has no right to speak.

Every tribe, regardless of gender, age, is divided into working groups.

The group leader's words are more effective than his words.

His command is not needed for what kind of work the tribe members do, when and where they work.

He doesn’t need to worry about what the tribe members eat, when and where they eat.

Now, without him, the tribe members should work when they should work and eat when they should eat.

The tribe members didn't need him anymore. Although not many people listened to him when Lie was alive, he was still worried about his tribe members.

Now, he doesn't need to worry.

He was very disappointed.

He became an optional person.

He missed the original tribe.

He had gone back alone once.

The shabby thatched hut has become a paradise for birds, snakes, rats, and insects.

The rice fields full of weeds, rabbits, deer, badgers, and foxes appear from time to time.

Looking at the desolate tribe, he could only sigh.

On the road, an old man walked towards him.

That is the Nanfeng Witch.

As he approached, he said:

"Qing said he was going to prepare to reclaim rice fields. Which place was Huangfeng's place to choose?"

Huangfeng Wu Youyou said:

"We don't need to worry about it!"

"How can you not worry? The location of the rice fields is very important! The location is high and there is no water, the rice will die - die, the location is low, and it will be flooded again when it rains..."

"How can you not worry about this!"

The Huangfeng Witch looked at him strangely and said:

"Don't you know what the dam is built?"

"The location of rice fields in the future has nothing to do with it. There will be water in the high places, and there will be no flooding in the low places."

The Nanfeng Wu said:

"I know, I know that building a dam can be used to irrigate."

"But there are always good locations and bad locations. Don't you care about the location of rice fields of the Huangfeng tribe?"

"It's not our turn to worry about it!"

“…”

The two old men fell into silence.

After a long time, looking at the many thatched huts in the Huangfeng tribe without flames, the Nanfeng witch spoke again:

"Are there many members of your Huangfeng clan who have been assigned to two workshops? It's not less than our Nanfeng clan!"

“…”

"Do you have any tribe members into the guard?"

“…”

"How can the manager of the brick and tile yard be Ji?"

“…”

"Ji is just an ordinary tribe member who left Cheng Feng. He is not the leader, nor is he a witch. How could he manage the brick and tile farm with so many people?"

“…”

"Lie no longer stays in the Huangfeng clan. Is he not the leader of the Huangfeng clan? You have the final say in the Huangfeng clan now?"

“…”

The Huangfeng Witch didn't speak, and the Nanfeng Witch was left alone and chattered.

Finally, he stopped and watched the sunset quietly.

The sun has completely set the mountain, and there is only a red glow left in the sky.

In the sky to the east, a crescent moon and a faint phantom gradually became brighter.

In the dried swamp under the sandbank, the withered reeds are swaying slightly.

The silent wilderness became dim as the sun faded, and the fog began to spread.

In the distance, there is no sight of Lei Ze, the lake reflects the golden light of the afterglow of the sun, and also reflects the silver light of the crescent moon in the sky.

"Under the sky, beside the thunder siege, the fragrant grass is blue to the sky."

"The evening breeze blows the willows and the sound of the flute is gone, and the sunset is outside the mountains."

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth..."

The voice of children came.

On the road, a seven-year-old child jumped and sang songs all the way.

He is the grandson of the Huangfeng Witch.

"Yaya, I'm back!"

"I learned to count 100 today, and no one was wrong. Taicang and the others never said I was stupid again."
To be continued...