Chapter 767: The Dutiful Little Pea Early spring, Green Sparrow Tribe. After the girl called Spring, whom Han Cheng had long awaited, arrived, the climate gradually warmed. Taking a deep sniff, the air was filled everywhere with the scent of love—the feeling of spring. For the tribe now, the two most important things were spring plowing and autumn harvest. Especially now, with over two hundred more mouths suddenly added to the tribe, Han Cheng felt the pressure on food supplies even more strongly. Thus, spring plowing and autumn harvest became even more vital. So, as soon as the ice and snow began to melt, the people of the tribe basically gave up some less necessary chores and, under the call of the Great God Han, enthusiastically threw themselves into the extraordinary task of spring plowing. Rows of plows, donkeys, and deer were all led by people into the early spring fields. Tools like bronze shovels and hoes were wielded, swinging relentlessly at the earth. Moreover, because there were so many workers and new bronze shovels and hoes hadn’t been produced yet, old-fashioned bone shovels and stone hoes—long since retired—were temporarily brought out for use. With everyone working together, patch by patch of land was turned over… Actually, back when spring plowing started, Yuan thought nothing could surprise her anymore. Because during that winter in the tribe, she had kept busy, seen many strange things, and learned a lot. After going through all those trials, she felt her nerves had become very strong, and she could calmly face all the new things that appeared in the tribe. But her calm thoughts at the beginning of the thaw were soon shattered by the large-scale spring plowing that started, and she was forced to admit it was truly exciting. In front of her, the third wife of the eldest senior brother led a well-fed donkey across the repeatedly cultivated land. The eldest senior brother bent slightly, holding the plow and a whip, following behind. With the donkey pulling, the bronze plow blade slid easily into the soil and broke it open. The turned-up earth then curved up along the bronze plowshare. As it rose, it also flipped over. By the time it fell, the clumps were neatly piled up on the side. As the donkey kept moving forward, the soil lifted by the plow rippled like a wave—a beautiful sight. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍 Yuan stood watching the rows of soil piled like waves in a river. The moist, fresh scent of freshly turned earth filled the air, and she was lost in a daze. When the ice and snow had just melted, standing on the wall, looking at the almost endless land around the tribe, Yuan was already dazed. Because, in her eyes, the amount of land they had cultivated was enormous! Even with many people in the tribe, digging holes with sticks, dropping seeds into them, and then pressing them down with their feet would take a lot of time. But now, the tribe showed her a new way. They didn’t rely on her imagined small-scale planting with sticks. Instead, donkeys and deer pulled this strange tool called a “plow” by the tribe’s people, turning over all the land! No wonder there was so little grass and trees growing around the tribe. Every year, the land was turned so that no trees could grow! After zoning out for a while, Yuan turned her gaze back to the donkey pulling the plow. Her recently focused eyes once again went blank. These large animals had been in her tribe for so many years, but her tribe’s people only ever thought to ride them for hunting, never imagining that donkeys could be so helpful. If her original tribe had developed this usage early on, they could have planted much more. Her original tribe wouldn’t be short of food, and the leader wouldn’t have to hunt so far—thus wouldn’t have encountered the Sheep Tribe… This was the wisdom of the Divine Child! The previous few priests had seen donkeys in her old tribe, but nobody thought to apply them to farming. After coming to this tribe, the Divine Child only saw a donkey once and immediately thought of this brilliant use. His wisdom was truly worthy of admiration… Nearby, the shaman looked at Yuan’s astonished, open-mouthed expression and felt extremely pleased. No more sulking and pretending to sleep at night. Instead, standing straight, chest out, head held high—a refreshing feeling of pride naturally arose. Meanwhile, the Great God Han, whom Yuan kept marveling about and raising her admiration for, was not participating in the lively spring plowing. Not far from the tribe’s walls, there was a ridge between fields. With the warming weather, some green sprouts were already poking through the withered grass below. At this moment, Han Cheng lay sideways on the sun-warmed ridge, his head resting on Bai Xue’s lap. The real leather mat felt soft to lean on. There was no wind today, just past noon. Though the early spring air was still a bit chilly, the sun’s warmth made his body feel cozy. Han Cheng, with his head tilted and resting on Bai Xue’s lap, suddenly heard a ‘rumbling’ sound in his ears. This was neither a thunderclap nor spring thunder rolling. It was Bai Xue pulling and twisting a hair strand tightly, folding it, tying a small knot, and then ‘tickling’ Han Cheng’s ear with it. Her fingers twisted as the hair twirled. Accompanied by a rumbling sound, a tingling yet delightful sensation came. Han Cheng closed his eyes comfortably. Not far from them, little Pea ran like a spinning top, steadily gaining confidence. He would often bend down clumsily to pick up treasures he found in the field. Clumsy Tuan Tuan followed lazily. The scene was warm and heartening, making Han Cheng wish time would freeze . Little Pea was a dutiful child. After picking up some treasures for a while, he came over and put them in Han Cheng’s hand. If those treasures weren’t dried sheep droppings, Han Cheng would surely have been deeply moved…