The unexpected change surprised Han Cheng, and he quickly took two steps back, and the fingers that hooked the bowstring were released.

He didn't want to be hit by the geese that were raining down like a bomb.

Besides, he is still on the wall, even if the direct damage caused by the desperate attack from the wild goose is enough to be fatal, but if he is knocked off the wall, it is not very comfortable.

Sadly, at such a moment, in the face of the wild goose rushing down, he was not too good at archery, and the arrow shot out of the air without accident, and the wild goose kept hitting down at a faster and faster speed.

Happily, the wild geese did not come at him.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was accompanied by a painful cry of the wild goose, and the wild goose that fell from the sky hit the wall fiercely, right next to the wild goose that was killed by an arrow.

The geese didn't die, but they were almost far from dying from such a high distance.

One of its wings was broken, and it drooped limply, its long neck bent to one side, and blood pouring from its nostrils and eyes.

The red mouth was also knocked over, and blood was pouring out of it.

Its wails were much quieter than before, but they were more miserable.

It struggled to move its body to the edge of the goose that had been killed by the arrow, and with its rolled beak, it struggled to sort out the feathers of its dead mate.

The blood in his eyes and nose rubbed against the dead wild goose, staining the whiteness with a blinding red.

The miserable cry of geese gradually became lower and less audible.

When everything was quiet, the wild goose that fell from the sky, put its bent neck on the neck of the wild goose that was killed by the arrow, and it also did not move.

Han Cheng on the side was carrying a bow, looking at the scene in front of him, he was a little stunned, and his heart was mixed.

When the geese are hunted, the joy of domesticating the geese is gone, and only the indescribable taste remains.

He looked at the bow in his hand, and then at the two geese snuggled together, and for the first time he felt that something was not quite right.

Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die.

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to?

Because Li Mochou often chattered, Han Cheng deliberately checked "Yanqiu Ci" before and memorized the first half of it.

I only thought that in "The Condor Heroes", the death and martyrdom of the two eagles of the Guo family were just literary works, and I felt that the martyrdom of the wild goose encountered by Mr. Yuan Hao was extremely rare, but I didn't expect that it happened so suddenly in front of me today.

It is impossible to say that the heart is not touched.

At this moment, Han Cheng suddenly regretted shooting the goose this time, and even wanted to throw away the bow and arrow in his hand, but after all, he still held it tightly.

The sound of the wooden ladder sounded, and the iron head climbed all the way up, and when he saw the two geese that died together, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he could eat a little more meat at noon.

Just as he was about to reach out to carry them to disembowel, he was stopped by Han Cheng.

Han Cheng handed the bow and arrow in his hand to Tietou, and he bent down to pick up the two geese and carefully went down the ladder.

The iron head behind scratched his head, not knowing what was wrong with Miko.

Isn't it a very good thing that the escaped geese flew back and crashed to death, and their tribe had an extra prey out of thin air?

Why does Miko still look very unhappy?

Han Chengqiang squeezed out a smile and nodded to the minors holding the goose, and praised him.

Then he put the two geese down in the rafters, picked up a pickaxe and a bone shovel, and carried them out of the courtyard.

Stopped on the west side of the courtyard wall, chose a quiet place, dug a pit to bury them, and made a small grave bag out.

I found a piece of split wood and wrote the word 'Yanqiu' and stood in front of it.

The rest of the geese can be eaten by the tribesmen, and he really can't get into his mouth with these two geese.

Han Cheng's surprised behavior was incomprehensible to the Wu, Senior Brother and others who came out.

They don't understand why the Son of God would bury two prey that looked like a lot of meat, isn't it all wasted?

If someone else dared to do this, without the silence of others, Wu would roll up his sleeves and teach him a lesson, but Shenzi was an exception.

In this tribe, the Divine Son is the real boss, and naturally he does whatever he wants.

After Han Cheng bowed to Yanqiu, he turned around and left, not telling Wu why they were doing this.

After doing these things, looking at the group of minors running happily with Yanling, Han Cheng felt a lot better.

After hunting, you still have to hunt, and if you don't have enough meat, how can you raise the people in the tribe to be strong?

And he's a meat-loving being.

Although this incident touched him a lot today, it did not make him give up the hunt.

This is a helpless thing, this is an era of the jungle, people live, they have to eat food, they can only be born with all things to support people.

All Han Cheng could do was to prevent people from eating these two affectionate geese, and erect a simple monument for them.

But today's goose meat, he won't eat it.

After adjusting his mood for a while, Han Cheng began to command people to treat the injuries of the surviving geese.

While treating the wounds, he also cut off the feathers on their wings so that they could not fly, which was a big step in domestication.

There were a total of eight geese that were injured but did not die, not counting the two that were buried by Han Cheng, only three died.

Eight live geese are temporarily placed in the chicken pen, and after a few days, another goose pen is set up next to the chicken pen for them to live in.

The few who died were not treated so well, and after being plucked, they were disemboweled, salted, and then slowly roasted with fire.

At lunchtime, a few more roasted golden things came out.

Han Cheng, who had already made up his mind not to eat goose meat, couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly.

The senior brother gave Han Cheng a piece of fat goose breast meat and a goose leg.

Han Cheng wanted to say no, but until Senior Brother put down the food and left, he didn't say anything to refuse.

Well, I'll put this goose meat here first, and then share it with the children.

Han Cheng found a reason for himself, and then went to drink the millet porridge in the bowl, trying not to look at the goose meat in the bowl in front of him.

The goose meat coated with a layer of honey should be very delicious.

Otherwise, the toothless witch would not have put his favorite millet porridge and did not drink it, and dealt with a goose leg in his hand wholeheartedly.

Senior brother, they won't even chew the bones and eat them.

Why don't you take a bite?

Anyway, this is not the goose that the two couple are in love with......

In the temptation of deliciousness, Han Cheng kept sliding towards the edge of sin, and finally fell into the abyss, still indulging in it, unable to extricate himself.

The person who originally said that he had tasted a little bit, after eating all the goose meat in the bowl, still licked his oily mouth with some satisfaction.

If he hadn't thought about the few remaining geese to be domesticated into geese, he would probably have stabbed them.

As for the previous sentimentality, it still exists, but it does not affect Han Cheng's eating of meat.

Well, I can't stop eating meat while being sentimental.

The number of geese that were shot dead was odd, but I didn't see other geese coming to martyrdom, thinking that these were all emotional discord between husband and wife.

Compared with those two geese, it is really far from the same, and it is despised.

Only when you are eaten can you better express the feelings of disdain in your heart......

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