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Chapter 145 One Leg

Han Cheng was not in such a hurry. He washed it in the washbasin, then scooped out a bowl of cold boiled water and carried it outside. While drinking, he watched his senior brother and the others lay tiles on the roof.

Most of the roof in front has been paved.

The laying of tiles is also very particular. They are laid one by one from the bottom up from the edge of one side of the house, and then arranged vertically one by one toward the other side.

In the paved area, small tiles are pressed one on top of the other, looking like layers of fish scales.

The senior brother squatting on the roof looked at the big and small heads, then inserted the small end of the black tile in his hand into the big end of the black tile below, and pushed it down slightly with his hand, and the two tiles were

It's already stuck.

After he was done, he picked up another tile and repeated the action.

As he moved, four vertical rows of tiles gradually extended from the underside of the roof to the ridge.

It was uncomfortable to walk back and forth on the roof, so Senior Brother placed them four rows at a time. In this way, the speed could be increased a lot, and at the same time, some energy could be saved.

The tiles placed by the senior brother are all with the concave side facing upward, and the two adjacent vertical rows are not firmly touching each other, but there is a gap of about four centimeters. From the gap, you can see

The layer of mud on the fence.

Such tiles naturally cannot keep out the rain. If you want to protect yourself from the wind and rain, you must go through another process. This process is being done by Junior Brother Sha who is following Senior Brother.

Junior Brother Sha also held a piece of tile in his hand. After looking at the big and small heads, he turned the upside-down tile in his hand and then placed it with the big end down and the small end up in the middle of the two rows of tiles laid by the two senior brothers.

Because the width of the tiles is more than ten centimeters, the gap between the two rows of tiles laid by the senior brother is only four centimeters. It is very easy to buckle the tiles upward and cover the gap in the middle.

Moreover, the two sides of the buckled tile will be approximately in the middle of the two rows of tiles.

In this way, the entire roof will no longer be exposed to broad daylight.

When the raindrops fall on the tiles that are high in the middle and low on both sides, they will slide down along the slope to the tiles pressed by them, which are covered by the two rows of tiles with only a width of about four centimeters left.

After gathering on the tiles facing the sky, they quickly flowed down the small ditches and turned into strings of pearls falling to the eaves...

Compared with roofs made of thatch, tile houses undoubtedly have better drainage properties.

As long as the tiles are not broken or peeled down, there will be no leakage.

Han Cheng looked at the mud roof that was gradually covered by the tiles, and couldn't help but smile on his face. He would soon be able to live in this real house, and he would no longer have to listen to Zhuang and the others singing songs at night.

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Wu woke up very early today, and he couldn't fall asleep before it got dark.

He looked at the Son of God not far away. He couldn't see clearly in the haze, but he knew that the Son of God was sleeping soundly.

He looked at the sky and could only hold back the anxiety in his heart, slowly waiting for the dawn to come, waiting for the Son of God to wake up from his sleep, waiting for the Son of God to reveal the miracle...

The sky was getting brighter, and there was a noise inside the cave. Fu Jiang was awakened by the noise. He raised his ears and glanced out of the cave, then turned his head to look at Han, who was sleeping soundly with his belly covered by an animal skin.

After that, he opened his long mouth, yawned, put his chin on his front paws, and then took a nap...

Han Cheng woke up from his sleep, picked up the pottery chamber pot from his feet, pointed the little bird at the spout of the chamber pot, put the accumulation of the night, then lay back on the bed made of hay and closed his eyes.

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Wu, who had been waiting for so long, felt happy when he saw Han Cheng getting up. He could finally go with Shenzi to see how Shenzi caught the rabbit with a rope. But before he could get up, Shenzi fell asleep again. This made Wu

The joyful heart froze.

He looked outside and saw that it was already bright. Then he thought about how sometimes the Son of God could sleep until he was ready for breakfast. After hesitating for a while, he finally plucked up the courage and decided to wake the Son of God up.

"What's up?"

Han Cheng didn't feel angry when he got up, and he didn't feel unhappy when he was woken up just after falling asleep. When he opened his eyes and saw the wizard who was hesitant to speak, he sat up and asked, thinking that something big had happened to the tribe.

"Son of God."

Wu first bowed respectfully to Han Cheng, expressed his apology, and then said: "Rabbit..."

Han Cheng slapped his forehead and realized that this was what happened and he had forgotten about it.

Wu saw that the Son of God had actually forgotten this matter, and for a moment he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

The Son of God is indeed the Son of God, and he can hold his breath. I couldn’t sleep well because of this, but the Son of God can sleep soundly...

"Let's go and have a look!"

After being reminded by the witch, Han Cheng suddenly became excited and lost sleep. He also wanted to see what the harvest was like. After all, this was his first time to be trapped in a rabbit trap. He had only been trapped as a rabbit once before...

After a simple wash, Han Cheng called Tietou and his wife to prepare for departure, but Wu also wanted to go with him to witness it with his own eyes.

Thinking that the place where the rabbit trap was set was not too far from the tribe, Han Cheng stopped insisting, but a few more people were added to the trip.

Looking at the people following him, Han Cheng secretly smiled bitterly, hoping not to lose his harvest, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

There is dew in the summer morning, and from a distance, it is a green patch of white.

Ten or twenty big feet stepped on it, and the dew on the grass blades fell one after another, and a line of grass more than one meter wide flowed out behind it, and the color was obviously different from other grasses.

Han Cheng came to the nearest rabbit trap, stood on the bank of the ditch and used the long stick in his hand to push aside the long grass. The rabbit trap that was slightly damp from the dew was exposed, looking the same as when Han Cheng put it there yesterday. All night

Not even a single pose was changed.

Wu saw Han Cheng's arrangement clearly this time. After seeing this simple thing, he didn't know what to say for a while.

He thought that the Son of God was so sure that he would come up with a very complicated thing, such as the bone shovel and rake made before, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Han Cheng was now filled with embarrassment. He thought that he would be able to gain a lot once he took out this rabbit trap. But now, he has looked at ten rabbit traps in total, and they are all empty, not even a single rabbit hair.

Fortunately, he was walking at the front and others couldn't see his face...

Come one, come one...

As he goes

Where will the next rabbit trap be? I thought to myself.

More than ten meters away, Han Chengcheng saw that the color of the grass there was different from the surrounding grass. There was dew on the surrounding grass and it turned white. The grass here was dark green. This was because the dew on it had been removed.

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There's drama!

When Han Cheng saw this scene, he felt suddenly happy, and then he ran there. The others hurriedly quickened their pace to keep up...

"Your uncle!"

Han Cheng was holding a rope with only one rabbit leg, messy in the morning breeze, and couldn't help but curse...

(The frozen suspect has passed away, his hands are stiff and his brain is stiff, and he can’t write properly... Comrades, I pity the poor little poop, please give me some warmth. Question: How to relieve the cold? Answer: Only votes——

Mo Shoubai is shivering in a cotton coat)


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