An unpleasant smell of roasted chicken feathers swirled in the Qingque tribe and lasted for a long time. (This is also the smell of hair being burned)

That fierce, old-looking pheasant has changed a lot under Han Cheng's handwriting.

Well, it can be described as disfiguring.

The stiff feathers on the two wings, which could fly for a short time, were now gone, and only one root was left in the fire.

The flesh on the wings was exposed, and with these two featherless wings, the flying skills of the pheasant were not very good, and it would be strange if they could spread their wings and fly away.

Not only did the two wings become bald, but even most of the buttocks were exposed.

It's not that Han Shenzi did anything to it, but when he burned his wings with fire, the wooden stick that caught fire was too thick and difficult to control, and the fierce pheasant had been resisting, so half of its ass was exposed.

This is a manslaughter......

The pheasant, who looked miserable and looked almost a third smaller, saw the ferocious little monkey coming towards him, and was so frightened that he fluttered his hairless wings, and ran in the opposite direction in panic with two strong chicken legs, for fear that the little monkey would do something indescribable to himself again.

But one of its feet was still tied by the rope, and it didn't run far before it was pulled and fell to the ground, and the leg was pulled and left behind, and it was held high, and it was still fluttering and struggling forward.

Han Cheng snorted, damn, is he so terrible?

Coming to give you a 'prison meal' scared you like this, where is the bravery of the black mouth under the iron head before?

Han Cheng put down the pottery bowl in his hand, and then moved away from here, giving the bald pheasant a relatively quiet space to calm down.

The bowl was used by the rest of the tribes during the previous joy party, and there were some grass seeds, rapeseeds, some small insects that were killed, and some broken grass.

Chickens are omnivores, meat and vegetarian are not taboo, which is stronger than the big white goose in the countryside in later generations, although the guy is rampant, but he is a full vegetarian, don't look at the usual joy of swimming in the water, but do not catch fish to eat.

If this is known to the cat who always wants to steal but can't swim, it will almost be.

Han Cheng watched from a distance, and after a while, the disfigured pheasant still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so he came to the bowl and stretched out his head to peck at the contents to eat.

After taking two bites, he raised his head to look at Han Cheng, looking unusually alert.

Han Cheng looked at it with a smile.

In fact, many birds can be tamed by humans, and among so many birds, there is a reason why chickens, ducks and geese can stand out and become the main force in the poultry industry.

The biggest reason is that they are not very particular, when they want, the old rooster stretches one wing diagonally, one foot on the ground to practice the signature like two strokes, and jumps on the back of the little hen, very straightforward.

Unlike some birds, which are chirping and opening the screen and looking for beautiful stones, after a series of things, it is very rare to be able to have a love affair two or three times a year.

The chicken coop has not yet been built, and the pheasant, who was half stripped of his clothes by Han Cheng, can only live outside in fear for the time being.

The people of the magical Blue Sparrow tribe, who had just seen the rabbit trap, had a great enthusiasm for getting off the rabbit trap to catch prey, and in the afternoon, many people followed their god son to see this strange thing.

It took more than a hundred rabbit sets to stop.

Coupled with those that were not collected before, there were almost two hundred, and the surroundings of the Qingque tribe were full of such small but practical traps.

That night, many people in the Qingque tribe had some difficulty sleeping, wishing that the sky would light up so that they could go and pick up their prey......

Early the next morning, many people got up and went to collect the rabbit covers, which were more active than eating.

The more sets under it, the more the harvest, and unsurprisingly, the Qingque tribe ushered in another bumper harvest.

In addition to the three fat rabbits, there was a pheasant with a long tail, and two large unknown birds, plus two fat mouse-like things and a half-sized weasel.

Wu was overjoyed with the rabbit, and Han Cheng had a soft spot for pheasants.

In a brutal way, he plucked the long feathers on the rooster's buttocks, and then used the same method to slim down the pheasant, and then carried the bloody pheasant with the plucked butt and stuffed it into the chicken pen that had been built, and gave the female pheasant who was also disfigured as a companion.

When he put the newly caught pheasant into the chicken pen, Han Cheng got a surprise.

In the corner of the coop, an oval thing with a brown color and some spots on it sat silently.

Although it was just an ordinary egg, it seemed to exude the brilliance of some treasure, and it immediately attracted Han Cheng's gaze.

This half-baring pheasant is angry!

Han Cheng couldn't wait to take a long-handled bone shovel over, stretched it through the gap in the wooden raft that was opened at the top of the chicken pen, and carefully shoveled the significant egg over.

The eggs are not big, and they are smaller than the chai eggs raised by later generations.

And the skin of the egg is not hard, and it is soft in the hand.

Han Cheng didn't mind this, the chickens of the later generations were scared ruthlessly, or they were chased for a long distance, and they were easy to lay soft eggs the next day.

It seems that yesterday Han Cheng left a lot of shadow on this competitive female pheasant, not only laid soft eggs, but even Han Cheng used a bone shovel to get away the egg baby it gave birth to in front of it, and it didn't dare to step forward to stop it.

Han Cheng didn't dare to move when he shrank in the corner, he only gave his hairless butt a thumbs up to his pheasants, and regardless of whether they saw it or not, he put the wooden raft down and completely sealed the chicken pen, and then ran quickly into the hole with this soft egg.

He couldn't wait to eat it.

The small clay pot in which the things were cooked was washed with clean water, then a small half pot of water was added, and it was placed on a simple stove made of three stones and burned on the fire, and it was not long before the water in the clay pot was already boiling.

Han Cheng picked up the soft egg and tore the soft egg skin on the outside with his hands, and the egg with more yolk, less egg white, and reddish egg was planted headlong into the boiling water.

Cover the lid, roll a few rolls, and a bowl of poached eggs will be out of the pan.

That's right, it's a bowl! And it's a big bowl!

Han Cheng made a large bowl of egg purse out of an egg just like the owner of the joke he saw when he picked up a sparrow and called his friends to drink the soup.

He grabbed the egg with chopsticks, brought it to his mouth, and carefully bit down a piece of white jade-like egg white, only to find it delicious.

When I bit through the thin layer of egg white in the middle and sucked a bite of the 'sugar nut' yolk, I felt that I was about to soar.

Sure enough, people who have traveled to the primitive era are the saddest, and they are so greedy to eat all the eggs that they almost didn't cry out of what they ate.

Fu Jiang looked at the owner who was eating very sweetly, and snorted anxiously, and after a while, Han Chengcai was very reluctant to give Fu Jiang a piece of egg white that was hard to squeeze out of his teeth.

Then he hugged the bowl and drank the egg tea one by one, although there was no sugar, the taste still made Han Cheng miss it very much......