Chapter 761: More Terrifying than Troublemaker Kids Are Troublemaker Parents
Inside the room, the lit oil lamp had long gone out. The snow outside reflected light onto the window, which was covered by a thin layer of ice, casting a faint glow in the unlit room. After the eyes adjusted to the dim light, vague outlines could be seen.
By this faint light, on a warm kang (heated brick bed), the sporty Han Cheng was doing push-ups.
Holding onto Han Cheng’s neck like a little monkey, the little Pea who hung on his back laughed softly from time to time.
“Dad, keep going, keep going…”
The little Pea had woken up in the middle of the night and found this amusing game. Giggling, he urged his dad in a babyish voice when Han Cheng stopped.
Han Cheng, with a forehead full of stress, muttered “biological son” repeatedly in his heart. He restrained the impulse to grab the kid by the legs and toss him into the chamber pot and bent his arms to do a few more push-ups.
When bending his arms down, Han Cheng’s eyes met those of Bai Xue lying on the kang, and both showed a profoundly helpless expression.
Amid the little Pea’s giggles, Han Cheng managed to do about ten more push-ups before he couldn’t take it any longer. He coaxed and coaxed the little guy off his back, suppressing the urge to kick him off the kang, and told him a story about the seven dwarves who became short because they didn’t sleep at night. After a while, he finally got the energetic little guy, who had just napped, to fall asleep.
But some mental scars remained.
Han Cheng always worried the little guy would suddenly climb up, whisper baby talk like “ride Tuan Tuan,” and make him carry him on his back to do push-ups again…
So his long-harbored enthusiasm ended abruptly .
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“You miserable kid who doesn’t sleep at night, shouting about riding Tuan Tuan!”
The full-of-resentment Great God Han looked at the already sleeping little Pea beside him, feeling very aggrieved.
Actually, the little Pea already had his own separate bed, but when the weather got cold, Han Cheng worried he wouldn’t sleep well alone, so he moved him to the big kang where he and Bai Xue slept.
Who knew this kid would cause such trouble tonight?
Han Cheng’s enthusiasm for exercise tonight had a reason: it was because of a chance opportunity he had spoken about with the shaman today, regarding the large-scale liberation of slaves from the Teng She Tribe.
“If there’s no opportunity, make one”—this phrase is easy to say but very hard to do.
Like Han Cheng now, his head ached from thinking about it day and night, even losing sleep, but he hadn’t come up with a good plan to create a suitable opportunity to boost the effects of what was to come.
Nighttime was meant for sleeping.
This was the principle the Great God Han had followed since arriving in the primitive society—insomnia was not allowed.
If he couldn’t sleep, he had to take sleeping pills. So tonight’s fuss had come about…
But no matter what, the sleeping pills worked as usual, and not long after, the Great God Han drifted off to sleep…
The next day, inside an office next to the big tiled house of the Green Sparrow Tribe, where a fire basin was lit, Han Cheng sat on a wooden stool wrapped in animal pelts, holding a brush, writing and drawing on paper in front of him.
He was working on the Green Sparrow Tribe’s ten-year development plan.
This was his way of diverting attention after thinking about the opportunity for half a day without results, his mind in turmoil.
Every year’s development plan had to be made—and made as well as possible—because it set the big-picture direction for Green Sparrow for the coming year or even several years.
Green Sparrow’s ten-year plan had to include more cultivated land and more crops harvested—this was indispensable, since food issues were always the tribe’s most fundamental and core problem and could never be taken lightly.
The land problem also extended to other things.
For example, training the newly acquired donkeys, or making donkey harnesses custom-fitted for better plowing.
After all, donkeys are pretty different from deer; harnesses suited for deer were not suitable for donkeys.
At the same time, a batch of bronze plows needed to be cast and made for the following spring.
Necessary farming tools like bronze shovels and bronze hoes also needed to be cast anew.
With more people in the tribe, more tools were needed.
Han Cheng leaned over the desk, thinking and recording these matters on paper.
After some time, he put down the brush, pondered, opened the door, and walked out of the courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, the round and clumsy Tuan Tuan walked around with a face full of grievance.
Of course, it was resentful, because little Pea—the unruly brat—was now riding on its back, giggling happily.
Seeing Han Cheng coming over, the even rounder Tuan Tuan hurried up and hugged Han Cheng’s leg tightly with both front paws, not letting him leave.
It wanted Han Cheng to take away Han Cheng’s foolish son so it wouldn’t be tormented here.
Usually, whenever it did this, Han Cheng would carry little Pea away.
But today was clearly different.
The foolish son riding happily on Tuan Tuan easily reminded Han Cheng of the unpleasant things that happened last night.
“This damned troublemaker brat, I’m done with you.”
Han Cheng finally pulled his leg free from the bear hug, tugged his pants back on, which had almost been pulled down by the hug, rubbed Tuan Tuan’s head in anger, left a sentence, then turned and left quickly, leaving behind a very wronged-looking panda Tuan Tuan.
Which is more powerful—the troublemaker kid or the bear?
The answer is obvious. Just look at the bear lying in the snow den, with a face full of despair and lost dreams, and then look at the panda with the giggling troublemaker kid on it to easily tell.
But that’s not the scariest part.
The scariest thing is that the troublemaker kid has a bear parent who doesn’t care about him…
The bear parent Han Cheng was now standing on the wall, braving the cold wind, surveying the snow-covered land around the tribe.
Looking around, except for the mountain behind and some deliberately preserved trees, there was very little grass or wood.
All these were the result of the hard work of the Green Sparrow Tribe’s people over the years, clearing and cultivating the land.
In the past, looking at this vast land always made Han Cheng feel wonderful, but today, he felt a bit uncomfortable.
Because all the land that could be cultivated around the tribe had been cultivated, further clearing would bring various inconveniences…