In the past, Han Cheng was basically woken up by the rooster who didn't bully the little hen but was there with a broken gong-like throat, but this morning was an exception.

He opened his sleepy eyes, lay down in the warm quilt, felt the slight tingling pain in his lower abdomen, listened to the cheering sound of the children, listened for a while, and a smile appeared on his face, and then he got up from the kang with a bone, put on his clothes and shoes three times and two times, and ran out of the door.

The love of snow completely outweighs the fear of the cold.

The door opened, the cold air rushed in, and the white outside made people's eyes shine, and they only felt that the whole world had become clean.

The snowflakes in the sky are still falling silently, blending into the whiteness of this patch, wanting to cover the earth with a thicker quilt, these children in the tribe who are crazy about seeing the snow are chasing and playing in the snow.

All of them are wrapped in a thick layer of fur, and they look like chubby bear cubs.

At this time, there are no old farmers, and if there are words, they will be full of longing, saying "Ruixue Zhaofeng Year", or "This year's wheat cover is three-layered, and the next year will be full of sleep." It is used to express one's expectations and yearning for a better life.

Han Cheng stood at the door and watched for a while, then happily ran out of the door and ran into the whiteness.

The belly is already a little big, and his body is still very vigorous, dropping his butt to spread joy in the snow, leaving plum blossoms.

Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli did not chase and fight in the snow like those boys, but stood in front of the house, looking at the row of crystal clear ice picks hanging on the eaves, and slightly grew their mouths, with a look of surprise and longing on their faces.

Many adults, like these children, looked at this scene in amazement, and when they saw the Son of God rising, they all gathered around and pointed to the eaves to inquire about it.

Han Cheng was just looking at the snow just now, and when they said this, they found out that this beautiful and somewhat spectacular ice cube was hanging under the eaves.

The entire courtyard and the distance were covered with the silver and white that had fallen on this night, but there was one exception, and that was the roof of the Blue Sparrow tribe.

Because these rooms of the Qingque tribe are burned with kangs, the roofs are also warmer than the rest of the places, and as soon as the snow falls on them, they are melted into a pool of spring water by the warm embrace.

After slowly sliding down the scale-like tiles, it solidified at the eaves.

It's good that you don't have to worry about the roof collapsing under the heavy snow, and you don't have to clean the snow on the roof from time to time, which saves a lot of work.

After Han Cheng explained the reason to everyone, he asked a few adults to break the ice cubes hanging at the door.

This thing is a safety hazard, and if you walk to the door and the ice just falls off it, and you are hit by this hard ice pick, it will not taste good, especially if you are pierced by the sharp ice spike.

The broken ice cubes have become the favorite of these children, and they hold the rare ones in their hands one by one, even if their little hands are red from the cold, they refuse to throw them away.

Those who didn't have ice begged the adults to pick some of them, and the adults asked Miko if they didn't dare to act lightly in the face of something they had never seen before.

After receiving an affirmative answer from Han Cheng, he broke some ice cubes from the rest of the place.

Some people couldn't resist the temptation of this crystal clear thing, and quietly put the ice cream into their mouths, and the white little teeth squeaked the ice cream.

Han Cheng, as their god son, is naturally better at playing than these children.

In the extremely regretful eyes of Xing, Xiaomei and others, Han Cheng directly broke the big and good ice cream in his hand.

These children who were getting the ice cubes for the first time couldn't help but hide the ice cubes in their hands behind them, fearing that Miko would break them too.

In the extreme confusion of everyone, Han Cheng took ten small sticks of about thirty centimeters and a rope and came back, and the other one held a few thatches in his hands.

The sticks were tied together by him in an irregular circle, and then he broke the thatched pole from the middle, put it in his mouth and began to blow on a piece of ice.

The warm air flow passed through the hollow thatched pole and came out from the other end, and a small crater soon appeared on the solid ice.

Han Cheng did a lot of this when he was a child, but at that time, he used the barrel of a ballpoint pen.

I don't know if it's because his body has become smaller, and even because his mental age has become smaller, he is very interested in doing these things when he is a child.

The eyes of the onlookers widened, they had never imagined that there would be such a game.

The Son of God is the Son of God, not only in terms of business, others are far beyond him, but even when he plays others, he is far from being able to compare.

Seeing this, Han Cheng gave each of these children a thatched pole and asked them to blow holes in the ice like himself.

The children, who had been eager to try it for a long time, let out a cheer, took the thatched pole, squatted on the ground and began this fun thing.

Han Cheng stopped, used the thin rope he took out to wear these ice cubes, and after wearing and tying them, he tied them to the round wooden shelf made not long ago, and tied them three times in total.

Han Cheng lifted the rope left on the skeleton and lifted this ice cream version of the wind chime, and the crystal clear ice bills hit each other, making a pleasant sound.

The children gathered around grew up with big mouths, and looked fixedly at this unusually beautiful thing in the hands of Miko, who didn't know the name, and was a little stunned for a while.

They didn't dare to imagine that the ice cubes they were afraid of shattering in their hands would become so beautiful and change so much after being manipulated by the Divine Son for a while.

Boys who don't like to be quiet are still like this, not to mention those girls who are born to like these things, looking at this crystal clear and beautiful wind chimes, a heart is about to melt.

Han Cheng stepped on the wooden pier, hung the wind chime on a wooden stick nailed to the wall under the eaves, clapped his hands and looked at the fruits of his morning's labor, feeling very satisfied.

The appearance of the Bingling Wind Chimes suddenly opened a new window for these children in the tribe.

The boys, who used to like to run wild in the snow and throw snowballs at each other, have quieted down and pouted their butts to 'drill' holes for the ice creams, and the girls who had thought of building snowmen when the snow is thicker have already put aside the snowman building thing, and only want to make wind chimes as beautiful as Miko.

Han Dashenzi also forgot about the charcoal, firstly, he was more excited to see the first snow, and secondly, not long after he made the wind chimes, the red-eyed Senior Brother Sha came to look for him.

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