The bright sunlight spilled down, and the fragrance of rapeseed flowers wafted in the air with the gentle breeze outside the courtyard.
Han Cheng squatted near the window, observing the bamboo he had planted.
Several small bamboo shoots originally exposed outside had lost their leaves, leaving only bare branches. However, two small bamboo shoots had sprouted from the soil, growing half a foot tall.
These two shoots probably wouldn't survive either, as the buried bamboo whips below didn't provide them with much nutrition.
It seemed that realizing his dream of listening to the rustling of bamboo leaves at night wouldn't be easy.
After observing for a while, he gathered some stones and tiles and enlisted Hei Wa's help to start building something not far from his residence.
Han Cheng was building a doghouse.
The Fu Jiang family had to move out of the house.
Fu Jiang was a hygiene-conscious Husky, but he couldn't control his unruly sons, and as the weather warmed up, the room began to smell.
For the Green Sparrow tribe, who could build houses, constructing a doghouse was a piece of cake.
Digging soil, mixing mud, and moving stones and thatch were easy tasks.
Before noon, a doghouse with a roof appeared.
They removed the bedding from the house and placed it inside the newly built doghouse. Then, they caught the puppies running around the yard and stuffed them inside. It was time for Fu Jiang and his family to move to their new home.
Fu Jiang didn't protect the puppies as much as before as the puppies grew. Besides Han Cheng, others could also hold and play with the puppies in their arms.
The puppies and even Fu Jiang weren't very satisfied with this new home. Fu Jiang even wanted to carry the animal hide cushion and return home.
Han Cheng, assuming the role of the master, blocked the doghouse's entrance, not allowing Fu Jiang to come out. Faced with such an evil master, Fu Jiang could only stay inside, looking at Han Cheng helplessly.
" Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng!"
A girl's voice rang out, followed by a figure with two braids running over.
The girl's face was fairer than anyone else's in the Green Sparrow tribe, and as she ran, the two braids on her head swayed back and forth.
Just from how she addressed him, Han Cheng knew who it was.
Milk Tea Girl was the girl he had identified as his little wife. Naturally, her way of addressing him had to be different from others.
Hearing her call him "Divine Child," just like everyone else, made Han Cheng somewhat uncomfortable.
When he was young and watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," where Huang Rong kept calling Guo Jing "Brother Jing," he felt quite pleased when he imagined himself as the male lead Guo Jing.
Thinking of this, he began teaching the girl to address him similarly.
Milk Tea Girl was very conscientious as a young daughter-in-law, so she naturally followed whatever Han Cheng taught her to do.
Just hearing the little girl call him "Brother Cheng," Han Cheng felt a tingling sensation in his heart.
The only downside was that after Milk Tea Girl started calling him that way, the peculiar Star, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Li followed suit.
Seeing burly men wearing animal skins, with two braids tied on their heads, calling him "Brother Cheng" one after another, the scene made Han Cheng break out in a cold sweat.
After much explanation and strenuous efforts, promising to make two telephone cups, these primitive girls who shed tears of grievance finally stopped calling Han Cheng "Brother Cheng" and nodded to indicate their agreement.
Milk Tea Girl had gone to check on the silkworms after breakfast.
Although Xing, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Li were not particularly fond of silkworms, Milk Tea Girl was quite interested in them. She loved watching the silkworms eat mulberry leaves, often spending a good portion of the day observing them. Sometimes, her mouth moved like she wanted to eat mulberry leaves alongside the silkworms.
Her favorite activity was placing the silkworms in the palm of her hand. As soon as the silkworms started crawling, she burst into laughter.
In haste, Milk Tea Girl ran over as if something had happened.
Han Cheng was attentive to his little wife, smiling as he watched her approach.
"Brother Cheng, the silkworms aren't eating mulberry leaves and are shaking their heads."
Milk Tea Girl's face was a bit red from running, and she grabbed Han Cheng's hand anxiously, explaining while trying to run towards the silkworms, looking like she was about to cry.
When silkworms stop eating, it means they're about to molt.
Having only recently arrived at the tribe, the little girl hadn't seen silkworms molt before.
Xing, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Li, who had been raising silkworms for some time, knew about this. However, because they weren't very interested in silkworms, Milk Tea Girl took charge of raising them alone.
Han Cheng rubbed her head with a smile and reassured her, telling her not to worry before following her to the silkworm area.
Initially, the silkworms were barely visible, but they had grown many times larger.
Comparing them, Han Cheng estimated that these silkworms were about one-third the size of modern silkworms.
Usually, they loved mulberry leaves, but now they seemed indifferent to this delicious food, just swaying their heads like snakes.
The front half of the silkworms was semi-transparent, unlike the rest of their bodies.
Having raised silkworms when he was young, Han Cheng knew what was going on with these silkworms.
He reached out and flicked Milk Tea Girl's braids, smiling at her continued concern. "Don't worry, the silkworms are fine. They're about to spin silk."
Spinning silk and such, Milk Tea Girl didn't understand, but she could understand what Han Cheng said about everything being okay.
Over these days, she had seen many of Brother Cheng's skills. Not only could he cure his illness, but many other things made Milk Tea Girl admire him.
If Brother Cheng said everything was fine, then it was fine.
After watching the dazed silkworms, she asked, "Brother Cheng, what are they spitting silk for?"
After recovering from her cold and fever, her voice was no longer hoarse. It couldn't be described as silver bells, but it sounded much better than before.
"They spit silk to make cocoons, then weave good cloth, and with that cloth, they make underwear for the little wife."
A particular Divine Child said shamelessly without changing his expression.
"What's underwear?" Milk Tea Girl stared with big, round eyes at Han Cheng's ignorant question.
"That's what I wear."
Milk Tea Girl thought with her head tilted to the side, still not understanding what kind of underwear Brother Cheng wanted to make for her.
After thinking for a while, she nodded in confusion, her braids swaying back and forth.