The unexpected turn of events surprised Han Cheng. He quickly took two steps back and loosened his fingers on the bow string.
He didn't want to be hit by the wild goose that was rushing down like a bomb.
Moreover, he is still on the wall. Even if the fatal attack from the wild geese hits him, the direct damage caused is enough to be fatal, but if he is knocked off the wall, it will not be easy.
What is sad is that at such a moment, facing the wild geese charging straight down, he, who is not very good at archery, missed the arrow without any accident. The wild geese moved faster and faster,
Keep knocking down.
Happily, the wild geese did not come towards him.
There was a loud "Bang!" sound, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was accompanied by the wild goose's cry of pain. The wild goose falling from the sky hit the wall hard, right next to the wild goose that was shot to death by an arrow.
The wild goose was not dead, but it was almost dead when it was hit from such a high distance.
One of its wings was broken, its body drooped weakly, its long neck was bent to one side, and blood came out of its nostrils and eyes.
The red mouth was also rolled up due to the impact, and there was blood inside.
Its whine was much smaller than before, but it became more miserable.
It moved its body hard and leaned close to the goose that had been hit by an arrow. With its rolled-up beak, it struggled to preen the feathers of its dead mate.
The blood in the eyes and nose rubbed against the dead goose, staining the pure white with a dazzling crimson.
The miserable cry of geese gradually became lower and became inaudible.
When everything was quiet, the goose that descended from the sky placed its curved neck on the neck of the goose that had been shot to death by an arrow, and it became motionless.
Han Cheng on the side was holding a bow and looking at the scene happening in front of him, he was a little dazed and had mixed feelings in his heart.
The joy of hunting wild geese and preparing to be domesticated into wild geese disappears, leaving only an indescribable feeling.
He looked at the bow in his hand and then at the two wild geese nestling together. For the first time, he felt that something was wrong with what he was doing.
Asking what love is in the world can teach you how to make love between life and death.
Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has been experiencing the cold and heat several times.
Pleasure is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.
You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, who is the shadow going to?
Because Li Mochou often talked about it, Han Cheng deliberately looked up "Yanqiu Ci" before and memorized the first half of it.
I used to think that in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the two giant eagles of the Guo family, one of which died in love and crashed into the ground, was just a literary work. I thought that Mr. Yuan Haowen's encounter with wild geese that died in love was extremely rare, but I didn't expect that it would be like this today.
It happened unexpectedly before our eyes.
It is impossible to say that I was not touched in my heart.
At this moment, Han Cheng suddenly regretted shooting the geese this time, and even wanted to throw away the bow and arrow in his hand, but in the end he still held it tightly.
The sound of the wooden ladder made Tietou climb all the way up. When he saw two wild geese dead together, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He could eat more meat at noon.
Just when he was about to reach out to pick them up and disembowel them, Han Cheng stopped him.
Han Cheng handed the bow and arrow in his hand to Tietou. He bent down and picked up the two geese, and carefully went down the ladder.
The iron head behind the back scratched his head, wondering what was wrong with the Son of God.
Isn't it a very good thing that the escaping wild goose flies back and kills it, and that an extra prey appears in the tribe out of thin air?
Why does the Son of God still look so unhappy?
Han Chengqiang forced a smile and nodded to the minors who were holding the geese and asking for credit, and praised him loudly.
Then he put the two geese down on the hoe, picked up a hoe and bone shovel, and carried them out of the courtyard.
Stopped on the west side of the courtyard wall, chose a quiet place, dug a hole to bury them, and dug out a small grave.
He also found a piece of split wood, wrote the word "Yanqiu" on it, and stood it in front of it.
The rest of the geese can be eaten by the tribe, but he really can't eat these two geese.
The wizard, senior brother and others who came out expressed their incomprehension about Han Cheng's surprising behavior.
They didn't understand why the Son of God would bury two prey that seemed to have a lot of meat. Wouldn't this be wasted?
If someone dared to do this, Wu would roll up his sleeves and teach him a lesson without anyone saying a word, but the Son of God was an exception.
The Son of God is the real boss in this tribe, so naturally he does whatever he wants.
After Han Cheng bowed to Yanqiu, he turned and left without telling Wu why they did this.
After doing these things, Han Cheng felt much better when he looked at the group of minors running happily with wild goose feathers.
After hunting, we still have to hunt. Without enough meat, how can we keep the people in the tribe strong?
And he himself is a meat-loving being.
Although today's incident touched him greatly, it could not make him give up hunting.
There is no way to do this. This is an era where the weak can eat the strong. People need to eat food to live. All things can only be created to nourish people.
All Han Cheng could do was to prevent people from eating these two loving geese and erect a simple monument for them.
But he won't eat the goose meat today.
After adjusting his mood for a while, Han Cheng began to direct people to treat the injuries of the surviving geese.
While treating their injuries, they repeated their old trick of cutting off the feathers on their wings so that they could not fly. This was a major step in domestication.
There were a total of eight geese that were injured but not dead. Not counting the two that were buried by Han Cheng, only three were dead.
The eight living geese were temporarily put into the chicken pen. After a few days, another goose pen would be built next to the chicken pen for them to live in.
The dead ones were not given such good treatment. After being plucked, their bodies were disemboweled, salted, and then slowly roasted over a fire.
During lunch, a few more golden baked things came out.
Han Cheng, who had already made up his mind not to eat wild goose meat, secretly swallowed his saliva.
The senior brother brought a piece of plump goose breast meat and a goose leg to Han Cheng.
Han Cheng wanted to refuse out loud, but he didn't say a word of refusal until the senior brother put down the food and left.
Well, let me keep the goose meat here for now and share it with the children later.
Han Cheng found an excuse for himself, and then went to drink the millet porridge in the bowl, trying his best not to look at the wild goose meat in the bowl in front of him.
Goose meat with a layer of honey should taste very delicious.
Otherwise, the toothless witch would not leave his favorite millet porridge and focus on dealing with a goose leg in his hand.
Senior brother, they won't even chew up the bones and eat them.
How about a small taste?
Anyway, this is not the two loving geese...
Amid the temptation of delicious food, Han Cheng kept sliding towards the edge of sin, and finally fell into the abyss. He was still addicted to it and could not extricate himself.
The person who originally agreed to try a little bit of it, after finishing all the goose meat in the bowl, was still licking his glossy mouth with unsatisfied taste.
If he hadn't thought that the remaining geese would be used to tame them into geese, he would probably have operated on them.
As for the previous sentimentality, it still existed, but it did not affect Han Cheng's eating of meat.
Well, I eat meat while feeling sentimental, and I can’t stop eating.
The number of geese that were shot to death was an odd number, but no other geese came to die in love. I guess these were caused by the emotional discord between the husband and wife.
Compared with those two geese, they are really far different and disgusting.
Only by being eaten can one better express the feeling of rejection in his heart...
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