The chirping of birds breaks through the tranquility of the morning. In the unique tranquility of the morning light, the tribe of blue birds who have slept all night open their sleepy eyes and start a new day of life.
In such an atmosphere, Han Cheng, who looked affectionate and cheerful, opened the door and stretched out beautifully.
After washing up, I started walking to the chicken pen.
Next to the expanded rabbit pen next to the chicken pen, Wu, who had gotten up earlier than him, was already lying there.
When I saw him coming, I just raised my head and smiled, saying hello without saying much.
Han Cheng was not in the mood to talk, so he smiled back, then picked up some dewy grass and walked to the chicken coop.
These grasses were just cut by a few early risers from Tietou.
Han Cheng did not throw it directly into the chicken coop, but placed it not far from the chicken coop. He grabbed a handful of grass with his left hand and placed it on a wooden board. With his right hand, he picked up the handful of grass that had been soaked in grass juice for a long time.
Use the blackened stone knife and start chopping.
After doing this for a while, remove the movable wooden fence on the chicken coop and take out the empty clay pot from inside.
After such a long time, the chickens in the chicken coop were no longer afraid of people. When they saw Han Cheng coming to open the fence, they consciously gathered around and waited eagerly.
A few roosters were still chanting tunes in their mouths like "cluck~", looking at ease.
The chopped grass was put into the pottery pot, and Han Cheng took out two handfuls of rapeseed of poor quality from a pottery pot covered not far away, and put them into the pottery pot together with the chopped grass.
Stir the grass together with a stick.
This is the breakfast of these chickens.
After doing this, the courtyard of the Qingque tribe began to gradually become lively. People got up one after another, washed up, and began to do what they needed to do according to their past habits.
After watching the chickens eating for a while, Han Cheng walked aside and removed another piece of grating.
In the exposed space were three chicken coops made of broken clay pots filled with hay.
In the golden grass nest, there are some eggs whose skin is not white.
There are actually as many as seven!
Han Cheng looked happy and said, "You guys, you laid a lot of eggs yesterday!"
He leaned over and took away the eggs from the nest and placed them in the earthenware bowl used to hold the eggs.
The chickens in the chicken coop didn't react much to this robber-like egg thief. After such a long time, they had already gotten used to it.
There are even many chickens that look like this from the moment they are born, so naturally there is no such thing as resistance.
When Han Cheng returned to the cave carrying the egg bowl, the hard-working Huo Er had just boiled a large vat of hot water.
Han Chenggong took out a fresh egg, beat it in a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, scooped out boiling water from another bowl, and made a bowl of frangipani.
The yellow egg flowers are lying in the middle of the water. They are really beautiful. The only regret is that some small grinding oil is missing.
Nowadays, drinking a bowl of frangipani or deer milk in the morning has become an indispensable thing for Han Cheng.
It's not that he likes drinking these things very much, but he has no choice but to do so.
Ever since he went down the river to harvest hemp last fall, and after Bai Xuemei of the Fire Tribe unlocked new skills, he often felt that he couldn't keep up with his nutrition...
The remaining six eggs in the bowl were not eaten. Instead, he put them into a clay pot. There were more than half of the eggs in the clay pot, about forty or fifty of them, all accumulated during this period.
After he saved some more, he was going to get some plant ash, sprinkle it with salt and water, mix it with water, mix it, wrap it around the eggs, and make a batch of salted eggs.
The pickled golden egg yolk with oil coming out of it is his favorite, especially when eaten inside a steamed bun, it makes people drool just thinking about it...
When breakfast was ready, people who got up early had already taken advantage of the coolness and done a lot of things.
Bai Xuemei wasn't too interested in eating, and Han Cheng was thinking about the salted eggs and waiting to go out to see the stone wheel finally carved out of the wood according to his requirements, so he didn't notice it.
After eating and taking a short rest, people who had replenished their energy got busy again, doing what they needed to do.
Bai Xuemei, who was not too interested, also came to the place where silkworms were raised to feed mulberry leaves to those silkworms that seemed to be a little bigger than they were at the beginning.
While feeding, the other hand was unconsciously placed on the lower abdomen.
Except for when they are shedding their skin and spinning silk, silkworms always have a good appetite. They keep chewing on the tender mulberry leaves, making a small tearing sound.
After watching for a while, Bai Xuemei, who was in a much better mood, suddenly changed her face and pressed the hand on her lower abdomen harder.
After a moment, with her brows furrowed and a look of pain on her face, she ran all the way to the toilet...
Outside the gate of the tribe, in the open space opened last year for people to watch beheadings, more people with leisure time came out.
These relatively idle people include Han Cheng, the number one magic stick, Wu, the second magic stick, and Shi Shi, who is working hard on the road to the magic stick.
At the edge of the open space, there is a stone column with a diameter of 35 centimeters and a length of about 80 centimeters, lying there quietly.
The surface of the stone pillars is not very smooth, with some small pits and bumps.
Compared with the stone rollers that Han Cheng came into contact with later, and whose surface had become extremely smooth after countless vicissitudes of life, the newly born stone rollers of the Qingque tribe were much rougher.
But this is indeed a stone roll.
He came over carrying a rectangular wooden frame made of hard wood. There was a hole in the middle of each of the two vertical sides of the wooden frame.
At Han Cheng's signal, Lai lowered the wooden frame he was carrying on his shoulders and put it on the stone roller lying flat there.
The two holes left on the wooden frame correspond to the pits about five centimeters deep dug out in the center of both ends of the stone roller.
Of course, this is the result of holding it with your hands. As soon as you let go, the frame of the roller, which is much larger than the stone roller, will immediately fall down.
Lame took out the ax stuck in his waist, and then took out two wooden prongs that basically corresponded to the holes in the wooden frame and stuffed them into the holes.
After a few clean strokes of the ax, the wooden peg was firmly embedded in the wooden frame.
The thinner and rounder end of the wooden prong came to the inside of the wooden frame and entered the stone pit at the top of the stone roller.
After doing the same on the other end, the roller frame will be firmly attached to the stone roller.
The deer has been led but has not been released yet, and the deer is about to be fed. He puts a simple "deer harness" made of rope on his body, and uses a wooden hook to hook it on the frame of the drum.
As Han Cheng led Uncle Lu forward, the heavy stone roller began to roll...
