Chapter 212 The witch who lay in bed and the people who sharpened sticks
The sky was bright, and the pheasants in the chicken pen were clucking. The guy who had been made bald by Han Cheng didn't know what he had done to the little hen. He didn't care about his appearance for a long time, and hummed contentedly.
Composing a ditty.
Most of the people in the Qingque tribe were already up. The shaman, who usually woke up early, stayed in bed this time.
Wu actually woke up. At this time, he was lying on the kang of the new house, covered with soft fur, and looking at the roof comfortably.
There were reasons why he didn't get up. First, he had leg cramps last night for most of the night. Not only did it affect his drowsiness, but his legs were also affected. There is still a knot in the calf of his left leg, and he walks with a limp.
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Secondly, sleeping on this kang is so comfortable!
There was a thick layer of hay beneath him, and the hay was covered with fur, which was extremely soft.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the hay and fur are being steamed and warmed by the earthen kang below.
As soon as a person lies down inside, it is as if he is stuck with strong glue. If he wants to get up again, he must go through a very painful struggle before he can muster the courage to face the severe cold.
Witches are not exempt either.
He thought of it at first, but before he could get up, Han Cheng came over first and said that his legs were uncomfortable and he had not slept well last night. He did not need to get up in a hurry and could rest more on the kang.
He could get up if he wanted to, but when Han Cheng said this, Wu Ye felt that his legs were indeed very uncomfortable, and there was nothing he needed to do when he got up. After thinking about it, he finally lay down until now.
Wu opened his eyes and looked at the roof. He groped lightly with his hands on the fur spread under him, feeling the warmth. Suddenly he regretted why he didn't move here earlier.
If I had moved here earlier, I wouldn't have had to suffer this.
Thinking like this, he also remembered that the totem pole could not be moved lightly. Now that the totem pole had been moved out of the inner cave, as a witch, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
This was moved by the Son of God...
After some hesitation and entanglement, Wu moved out the banner of Son of God. Thinking of this, he felt a lot relieved, and he felt more at ease lying on the kang...
Wu lay on the kang and turned his head back and forth to look at everything in the room. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. In his heart, the inner cave he had lived in for decades was being replaced by this brand new house.
Well, the true fragrance theory is indeed an amazing theory.
Han Cheng got up quite early, climbed up the wooden ladder to the low wall, puffed out white air and looked outside, only to see a vast expanse of white.
This is not snow, but a thick layer of frost.
No wonder it suddenly became so cold last night. It turned out that the frost was so heavy. It was cold before the frost and cold after the snow. It really lived up to its reputation.
The sun seemed to be afraid of the cold. It was as troubled as sleeping on the kang and not wanting to think about the witch. It took a while to rise slowly from the east, and its face turned rose-colored, as if it had had a dream that it shouldn't have been and was still recalling it.
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The sun rose, the frost quickly disappeared, and the busy and fulfilling life of the Qingque tribe began to continue.
After breakfast, the eldest brother and some others put the bone shovels under their armpits, hunched their necks slightly, sleeved their hands, and walked out of the tribe's gate, then went to plow the unfinished fields.
Most of the rapeseed leaves, which had turned blue due to frost before, were wilted and drooped listlessly on the ground.
A group of people including Lame, Mu Mu, Liang, Hei Wa and others did not dig up the ground. Instead, they followed the instructions of Han Cheng, who was watching the growth of rapeseed, and collected branches with a diameter of about one centimeter.
Some people were confused as to what the Son of God wanted these branches to do, but they still did it.
Of course Han Cheng wanted these branches to be useful, and they were very useful.
It is of great use related to the safety of the tribe.
With the arrival of winter, safety issues must be paid more attention to. Preventing fire, theft, and snakes is not just a talk, but needs to be done in earnest.
When the Tengshe tribe came to attack last winter, what impressed Han Cheng most was not the great role of the walls, but the scattered dead trees hidden under the snow.
In that battle, these dead trees played a huge role, causing the people of the Soaring Snake Tribe to be greatly weakened before they even got close to the wall. Otherwise, the damage suffered by the Qingque Tribe in the last war would be
Bigger.
With constant consumption, these trees outside the fence have now been basically cleared away.
For the Qingque tribe, this is undoubtedly the absence of a powerful barrier out of thin air.
Although there is a retaining ditch outside the Qingque tribe, it will become extremely cold in winter and the retaining ditch will be frozen, so the role of the retaining ditch will be greatly reduced in winter.
On this matter, some knowledgeable people from the Qingque Tribe have long expressed their opinions, wanting the Son of God to keep all these dead trees to protect the Qingque Tribe.
These people include Wu, Senior Brother, Shang, who has detailed knowledge of this battle, and Junior Brother Sha.
Han Cheng felt that it was a pity to leave so much wood here to rot, so he insisted on clearing all these trees.
But before talking about this, let me first give a solution to the defense.
The solution is to do what others are doing.
Lame picked up a branch that was more than two meters long and had forks. After estimating the distance, he placed it on a thicker trunk. He held a stone ax made of wood in his right hand and chopped diagonally towards the trunk.
Go down.
According to Han Cheng's request, the branches that everyone found were very hard. Even a seemingly heavy ax could not cut off even a quarter of them.
The lame left hand holding the branch turned the branch half a circle, and chopped it off with the axe. Then he put down the stone axe, held the branch with both hands and folded it hard, and the branch was broken from the break.
Then he placed it on the left hand side, where there was already a pile of cut tree sections, about thirty centimeters long.
Seeing that Lame had already cut a bunch of tree sections, Han Chenggong stopped the wood and stopped looking for suitable branches. Instead, he lit a fire not far away.
Take the lamely cut tree sections and put them aside. Pick up a few and put both ends into the fire for a while, then start polishing them on the stones you brought in advance.
After both ends are sharpened, stop and put the polished sticks together.
After finding enough branches to pile up into a big pile, Hei Wa and others stopped, took another stone ax, and quickly cut the branches with Lai Yi.
The others followed Han Cheng's example, grinding the cut branches like wood.
Swinging a stone axe is not an easy task. After a while of doing it, Lai was already sweating profusely. Even if he opened a layer of the animal skin wrapped around his body, white mist was still steaming from his head, as if his internal strength had reached its peak.
The three flowers gather at the top and the five qi are heading toward the yuan.
Han Cheng watched for a while, then let the wood take over from the lame to cut the branches, and let the lame do the lighter work of grinding the branches.
