The chirping of birds breaks through the tranquility of the early morning, and in the unique silence of the morning light, the Qingque tribe, which has slept all night, opens its sleepy eyes and starts a new day's life.

Han Cheng, who was affectionate and refreshed, opened the door in such an atmosphere and stretched a beautiful lazy waist.

After washing, I started walking towards the chicken pen.

On the edge of the enlarged rabbit circle next to the chicken pen, Wu Wu, who had risen earlier than him, was already lying there.

When I saw him coming, I just looked up and smiled, which was considered to have said hello, and I didn't say much.

Han Cheng didn't have the interest to speak, so he smiled, and then picked up some grass that was still dewy and came to the edge of the chicken pen.

These grasses were just cut back by a few early risers.

Han Cheng didn't throw it directly into the chicken pen, but put it not far from the chicken pen, grabbed a handful of grass with his left hand and put it on a wooden board, and picked up the stone knife that had been blackened by the grass juice for a long time with his right hand, and began to chop it one by one.

After a while, remove a movable wooden fence from the top of the chicken pen and take out the empty clay pot from inside.

After such a long time, these chickens in the chicken pen have long been not afraid of people, and when they saw Han Cheng coming over to open the gate, they all consciously gathered nearby, looking forward to it.

A few roosters are still singing in a small tune in their mouths, looking at ease.

The chopped grass was put into the clay pot, and Han Cheng grabbed two handfuls of rapeseed from a clay urn covered not far away, put them into the clay pot together, and stirred them with sticks with the chopped grass.

That's the breakfast for these chickens.

When these were done, the courtyard of the Qingque tribe began to become lively, and people got up one after another, washed up, and began to do what they needed to do according to their previous habits.

After watching the chickens eat for a while, Han Cheng stepped aside and moved the other piece of grate away.

In the open space was a series of three chicken coops filled with hay from broken clay pots.

In the golden grass nest, there are some eggs whose skin is not white.

That's seven of them!

Han Cheng looked happy, do some guys, you didn't lay eggs yesterday!

He leaned over and took the eggs from the nest and placed them in the clay bowl in which they were to be held.

The chickens in the chicken pen didn't react much to this robber-like egg thief, and after such a long time, they had already gotten used to it.

There are even many chickens, and this is what they see from the moment they are born, so naturally there is no such thing as resistance.

Han Cheng, who was carrying the egg bowl, went all the way back to the cave, and the hard-working Huo Er just boiled a large vat of hot water.

Han Chengcheng took out a fresh egg, beat it in a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, scooped out the boiling water from another bowl, and washed a bowl of frangipani.

The yellow egg flower lies in the middle of the water, which is very good-looking, and the only regret is that there is a little grinding oil missing.

Nowadays, drinking a bowl of frangipani or a bowl of deer milk in the morning has become an indispensable thing for Han Cheng.

It's not that he likes to drink these things very much, but he has a last resort.

Ever since he went down the river last autumn to harvest hemp and unlocked new skills in the Fire Tribe Bai Xuemei, he often felt that his nutrition could not keep up......

The remaining six eggs in the bowl were not eaten, but he put them into a clay pot, which contained more than half a jar of eggs, almost forty or fifty, all accumulated during this time.

When he had saved some more, he was ready to make some plant ashes, sprinkle them with salt and water, mix them, mix them, wrap them around the eggs, and marinate a batch of salted eggs.

The pickled golden brown and the oily egg yolk are his favorites, especially when eaten in steamed buns, which makes people drool just thinking about it......

When breakfast was ready, the early risers had already done a lot of things while it was cool.

Bai Xuemei's interest in eating was not too high, and Han Cheng was thinking about salted eggs and waiting to go out to see the stone stone that was finally chiseled out of the wood according to his request, but he didn't notice this.

After a meal and a short break, the people who had replenished their energy were busy again, doing what they needed to do.

Bai Xuemei, who was not too interested, also came to the place where silkworms were raised, and went to feed mulberry leaves to those silkworms who seemed to be a little bigger than they were at first.

While feeding, the other hand is unconsciously placed on the lower abdomen.

In addition to peeling and spinning, the appetite of silkworms is always so good, they keep gnawing on the tender mulberry leaves, making a small biting sound.

After watching it for a while, Bai Xuemei, who was in a much better mood, suddenly changed her complexion, and the hand on her lower abdomen pressed harder.

A moment later, with a frown and a pained look, she trotted all the way to the bathroom......

Outside the gate of the tribe, in the open space that was opened up last year in order to allow people to observe the killing, there were more idle people coming out at this time.

These relatively idle people include Han Cheng, the first great divine stick, Wu the second great divine stick, and the stones that are on the way to the divine stick, trying to move forward.

At the edge of the clearing, there was a stone cylinder with a diameter of thirty-five centimeters and a length of about eighty centimeters, lying quietly.

The surface of the stone pillar is not very flat, and it appears to be a little pitted.

Compared with the stone stone stone that Han Cheng came into contact with in later generations, I don't know how many years of vicissitudes of life, and the surface has become extremely smooth, the newly-born stone stone of the Qingque tribe is much rougher.

But it's really a rock.

The limp came carrying a rectangular wooden frame made of hard wood, with a hole in the middle of each of the two vertical sides of the frame.

At Han Cheng's signal, the limp put down the wooden frame he was carrying on his shoulders and put it on the stone stone that lay flat there.

The two holes left on the wooden frame correspond to the pit about five centimeters deep that has been carved out of the center of the two ends of the stone.

Of course, this is the result of holding on to the hand, and as soon as you let go, the frame that is much larger than the stone stone will immediately fall down.

Lame took out the axe stuck in his waist, and took out two wooden pegs that basically corresponded to the holes in the wooden frame and stuffed them into the holes.

After the axes were neatly lowered, the wooden pegs were firmly embedded in the wooden frame.

The thinner, more scraped and rounder end of the wooden peg came to the inside of the wooden frame and entered the stone pit at the top of the stone stone.

After the other end is also operated in this way, the frame is firmly attached to the stone.

After leading the deer uncle, who has not been released until now and is ready to feed, he put a simple 'deer cover' made of rope on his body, and hooked it on the frame with a wooden hook.

As soon as Han Cheng led Uncle Lu forward, the heavy stone stone stone rolled up......