Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

The imaginary pain did not come.

Cen Abao cautiously opened one eye to look, and met Shang Qi Zeyao's worried eyes, his arm was still holding up the broken wooden board.

He threw the board on the ground, dragged her into the house, and searched for a firm place.

He ran out again and brought in the bundle, and ran out again to bring in the broom that the big guy made out of tree branches, swept the field clean, dragged out the mattress and spread it on the ground, He pulled Cen Abao to let her sit down.

The little face was serious: "Sit down, don't move."

Cen Abao's little buttocks moved awkwardly: "Huh? Don't move? How uncomfortable that is. The big guys leave there to work, and I just watch it by myself. I don't feel righteous in my heart."

"I'll do your part." Qi Zeyao patted his small chest.

The people outside are doing it in full swing.

The villagers in the small fishing village were really aggrieved at the beginning.

Worry, how can I deal with such a broken land.

After wandering around for a long time, I felt that this place was good, because the land was barren, remote, and few people came, so many resources were left untouched.

Dredging, basket by basket, digging by handful.

The most important thing in front of my eyes is to build a house first, repair the dilapidated places, and have a place to sleep at night.

Mrs. Cen led the women around, and in the end, the tallest of the dwarfs picked out two houses: "These two houses are good, with windows and doors, but they are a bit broken. Fortunately, the kang is okay, and everything is fine."

"Talk, let's do it now, just to get rid of the smoke, you have to go for a while."

The children are sensible, they don't make noise or cry, and they don't feel too tired. They move wooden boards and twigs that are easy to burn.

"Grandma Cen, they all moved here."

"Hey boy."

A few women also quickly dug out the dust and soil in the kang hole, cleaned it up, and then lit the fire, and stuffed the tree branches into it.

"Cough cough."

"cough……"

Coughing sounded one after another.

Mrs. Cen pushed the children out: "Get out quickly, don't choke."

Gray smoke floated out, and it took about an hour before I dared to measure it in.

"Two rooms, one for men and one for women. Children under the age of five are not divided into men and women, and they sleep with their mothers."

Qi Zeyao was over five years old, and stood at the door looking at Cen Abao full of resentment.

"Little dirty boy, we are a group now, we must be united, and since we want to be united, we must obey everyone." Cen Abao pushed people out: "See you tomorrow."

What Cen Abao didn't know was that after going back, Qi Zeyao dragged his little quilt, hugged his own little pillow and fell asleep directly under Cen Abao's window.

In the middle of the night, Mrs. Cen got up to cover Cen Abao with a quilt, and went to close the blown window, just in time to meet Qi Zeyao's bright eyes, and the old lady Cen's heart pounded in fright, and she lowered her voice: "Xiao Yao, Why do you stay here if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Qi Zeyao muffled out one word: her.

Mrs. Cen understood: "You can't let Ah Bao go, this kid is really stupid, he is so kind to us, Bao, then come here."

Qi Zeyao nodded happily.

Waking up in the morning, Cen Abao, who was sleeping straight, opened his eyes and met Qi Zeyao's big round eyes: "Little dirty boy, why are you here?"

"Get up, get out..."

"Where are you going?"