Seeing this, Han Cheng quickly stopped him. He didn't feel offended.
As the saying goes, "Although a woman is weak, she is strong as a mother." Just now, this primitive woman was out of great maternal love, and she didn't know how much courage she mustered up to snatch the little baby away from her.
Han Biao only saw touching motherly love from this act and didn't care about anything else.
In fact, if this matter is investigated carefully, it is also Han Cheng's fault. Suddenly seeing this scene, he felt impatient and wanted to deal with the baby quickly. He forgot about other things for a while, so this misunderstanding occurred.
The witch who was stopped by Han Cheng still looked angrily at the primitive woman holding her child, blowing her beard and glaring, but she no longer had the idea of beating her.
"Child, give me a bath and avoid getting sick."
Han Cheng smiled and pointed to the pottery basin filled with water, and then said to the primitive woman.
The primitive woman has calmed down a lot now. She feels that her previous reaction was indeed too intense. Judging from the previous events, Shenzi does not seem like someone who would eat her own children.
It's just that mother and son are connected, and what God and Son are doing is too similar to cooking broth, so she can't help but be desperate.
After she calmed down a bit, she breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Han Cheng's words.
However, due to her mother's nature, she still seemed a little hesitant to hand over the child she had given birth to with great difficulty to the Son of God.
After seeing Wu's widened eyes, he speeded up.
Han Cheng took the baby with his fists and squeezed his eyes at the crying baby. He smiled at the nervous primitive woman and said, "Take a bath."
Then he carefully put the slippery baby into the warm water, holding his head which could not be straightened up with one hand, and using the other hand to pick up the warm water in the basin and began to clean the dirt on his body.
Wu looked on, feeling a little confused about what Han Cheng had done.
Because he didn't get the inheritance from the previous generation of witches about bathing newborn babies, but he heard what Han Cheng said before about being less likely to get sick.
He watched here for a while and saw that Shenzi was struggling to bathe the baby by himself, so he squatted down, held the baby with both hands, and asked Han Cheng to clean it.
The newborn baby was wrinkled and looked a bit like a little monkey, which was not cute at all. At first, Han Cheng thought it was because the baby was a primitive man, but later he discovered that this was not the case. Almost all babies were born.
It's always like this, after a few days of breastfeeding, or after a longer period of time, it will look better.
But the tender skin feels very comfortable to the touch.
Perhaps because he felt that the warm water was very similar to the amniotic fluid in his mother's womb, the baby stopped crying with his little fists on both sides of his head.
After Han Cheng cleaned the baby's dirt, he filled half a basin of clean warm water, emphatically cleaned the umbilical cord that had been treated roughly by the witch, and then tied the umbilical cord close to the belly.
A knot.
Of course not a bow tie.
While Han Cheng and Wu were doing this, the primitive woman kept watching, wanting to intervene but not daring.
"Cut it off."
Han Cheng learned from his previous experience. In order to avoid misunderstandings and prevent the nervous primitive woman from becoming nervous again, Han Cheng first pointed to the remaining umbilical cord after tying the knot, and told the primitive woman what he was going to do next.
After that, he used a pair of long chopsticks to pick up the bone knife that had been sterilized with boiling water from the clay pot.
When your hands are no longer hot, hold it and cut off the excess umbilical cord against the knot.
He found a piece of clean and dry animal skin and wrapped it up, ready to hand the clean baby to his waiting mother.
But at a glance, he found that the baby's mother was also in a mess, so he asked the old primitive man to boil more water, and asked the other female primitive people in the cave to help her clean herself outside the cave before washing her body.
The baby was handed over to the already anxious mother.
I don’t know whether it’s because the primitive people’s physique is too good or for some other reason. The female primitive person who just gave birth to a child does not look very weak, and there is not much fatigue when she moves.
This made Han Cheng feel a little emotional.
It was after experiencing this incident that Han Cheng, who had never thought about this issue before, formulated some regulations in this regard.
For example, the umbilical cord of a newborn baby must be knotted and then cut off, and the baby must be washed with warm water. The bone knife used to cut the umbilical cord needs to be boiled in boiling water first. Women who have given birth must also wash their bodies slightly if they are too dirty.
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There is also a system of confinement.
In later generations, giving birth to children was a top priority for women, and confinement period was even more indispensable. If you did not pay attention to many things during confinement, it would be very easy to suffer from confinement syndrome.
According to the current situation in the tribe, it is obviously impossible to confine for a month. After considering a series of things such as the relatively strong body of primitive women, Han Cheng finally set the duration of confinement to ten days.
Counting from the day you give birth, every day, draw a line on the stone wall or other places around you, until you have made ten lines, it is not over.
During these ten days, women do not need to do any work, they only need to take care of their babies.
And when it comes to food, they should also be given good food and plenty of broth.
Everyone was not used to these new things at first, because they had never experienced anything like this before. When the food shortage was severe, it was not uncommon for them to go out to look for food on the day after giving birth.
But now they, the Qingque Tribe, don’t need to worry about food. In addition, this is something formulated by the Son of God, so they naturally comply with it.
If you do the same thing more times, it becomes a habit.
After persisting for a long time, the witch and everyone in the tribe finally discovered the huge benefits it brought.
When they were happy for this and expressed their sincere gratitude to Han Cheng and the gods, Han Cheng was also feeling emotional.
He was not lamenting anything else, but the hard life of primitive people.
The methods I used would definitely be beaten up by the mother's family in future generations, but here, they can produce such a great effect.
This made Han Cheng sigh with emotion. It is not unreasonable for human beings to come out of the prehistoric times and achieve the gorgeous counterattack of diaosi.
However, the birth of children in primitive tribes can also be divided into batches. Take the Qingque tribe as an example. Six of the eight children born this year were born in autumn.
This made Han Cheng feel that autumn is not only the season for harvesting food, but also the season for harvesting children.
Well, there is nothing wrong with the saying that you work in the spring and reap in the autumn.
(After carefully reading the new history book today, I felt guilty. My last book had a good response at the beginning, but when I was forced to recommend it in the category, I bumped into two great masters, and then became cannon fodder gorgeously.
...The path of recommendation ends with forced recommendation by category.
This time when I opened a new book, I thought I had finally avoided the great god, but the result was heartbreaking. The classification was forced. That is, now, I met the great god and the humble sect. This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that there are four great historical gods behind it.
, Bronze Swordsman Great God, Geng Xin Great God, Mu Ziju, Great God Zhao... Lao Pujie, who was only a first-level writer, hid in the corner and shivered, a cool breath came to his face... - He couldn't control himself, thinking
