The pheasants in the chicken coop still maintained their glorious image of bald wings and bare buttocks. This was not because Han Cheng had a pair of magical hands and would make them barren after he had disciplined them. Instead, every once in a while, he would give these chickens a "haircut" one by one.

Although the method was a bit cruel and the results were horrific, the effect was still very good.

At least now these guys are flapping their wings and can't even leave the ground.

Without feathers on their wings, they cannot fly. Confined in a small chicken coop, they cannot run long distances. If they are kept in captivity like this for generations, one day they will be completely domesticated.

Now these pheasants are not as wild as when they were first caught, and they have gradually become accustomed to the presence of humans.

At least after Han Cheng arrived, they would no longer turn their hairless butts towards Han Cheng, shrinking their heads and shivering in the corner as they did at the beginning.

Now that Han Cheng came again, although they were still a little frightened, they just stood there or lay still and stared at Han Cheng.

Han Cheng didn't move either, but stared at the chickens through the gaps in the raft.

The duel naturally ended with Han Cheng's great victory.

Over the past few days, the chickens have gradually become accustomed to this cruel little monkey. After fighting for a while, they will gradually return to their normal life.

Those who are bolder will even do some unspeakable things in front of the little monkey, taking practical actions to strike back at the single little monkey.

While these chickens were walking around, there was a chicken in the corner with much more pubescent hair than the others. It just lay there without moving, and it was indifferent to the other chickens eating and drinking.

This chicken lying on a chicken coop surrounded by hay is incubating eggs, commonly known as "sitting on a brooding nest."

Originally, Han Cheng didn't want it to brood, because once it did, it would no longer lay eggs.

Later on, I thought that newborn chicks were easier to tame, and this would fulfill the hen's dream of becoming a mother.

However, before it officially hatched the eggs, Han Cheng first performed a "prenatal examination" on it.

This special prenatal examination is the same as those in later generations, and is aimed at the fetus. However, this fetus is special. It has already run out of the mother's belly before it is born.

Prenatal check-ups are necessary to ensure good birth and upbringing.

Of course, Han Cheng’s biggest goal is to pick out those eggs that cannot hatch chicks and eat them to avoid waste.

This is an easy task. In later life, when the hens at home were ready to brood, it was Han Cheng who did the work of selecting eggs that could hatch chicks, because his grandmother's eyesight was not good.

When Han Cheng was doing the "prenatal checkup" on these eggs, he chose a sunny noon, just like in later generations.

He asked someone to pull over the stone slab that was erected nearby to block the door, and blocked the hole. Sunlight came in through the gap, trying to illuminate this dark corner.

Han Cheng picked up an egg from a small basin lined with hay with his left hand, placed the big end upwards, and moved it to the front of the gap. He raised his right hand and made a semicircle to cover the gap above the egg, so that he could see what was inside the egg through the thin eggshell.

If the egg can hatch a chick, there will be a small pit inside the top of the big head. If there is no small pit, it means that the egg is not fertilized and it is a waste to use it for hatching. After incubating it with the other eggs for twenty-one days, nothing will happen except it will become smelly.

Moreover, the smaller the pit-shaped shadow inside, the better the conception and the greater the possibility of successfully hatching chicks.

When choosing eggs, it is best to choose more of this type.

In addition to the high hatching success rate, another reason is that the smaller the shadow-shaped pit, the greater the possibility that the hatched chick is a hen.

In the past, most families raised chickens for laying eggs, so they valued the hens more.

The fighting power of these two old roosters was indeed strong. Among the twelve eggs, none of them was infertile. This made Han Cheng, who wanted to pick one or two eggs to eat, quite disappointed. After all, animal oil was available now. He could add eggs and some wild onions and fry them in a flat clay pan. The taste was enough to make people drool.

Han Cheng lay there and watched for a while, but didn't find any eggs, so he left with Fu Jiang, looking a little disappointed.

These pheasants were still no match, they laid too few eggs, and generally stopped laying six or seven, or eleven or twelve eggs in a row, preparing to hatch chicks. They were nothing compared to the hens of later generations that laid one egg a day, or at least two eggs a day in specialized chicken farms.

In order to train these hens to lay more eggs, Han Chengdu did not allow the hens except the one with longer feathers to incubate eggs.

Every time they laid an egg, Han Cheng would take one away. Without eggs to incubate, their 'laying period' would become shorter, and they would involuntarily prepare to lay the next nest of eggs as soon as possible.

However, this requires Han Cheng to patrol more frequently and drive away those guys who are pretending to hatch eggs even though they don't have any.

Or he would use a stick to poke away the pheasant that was squeezed into the same chicken coop as the female pheasant he had chosen.

Han Cheng no longer has deer milk to drink because the deer that he often milked became pregnant again thanks to the efforts of Uncle Deer.

However, weaning will not last too long. Looking at Uncle Lu's harem of big bellies, Han Cheng felt vaguely excited and couldn't help but praise Uncle Lu's powerful fighting ability like a seed drill.

In a while, the deer herd of the Qingque tribe will almost double in size!

Han Cheng couldn't help but get excited when he imagined a large group of deer belonging to their tribe grazing leisurely on the grass.

Han Cheng became even more excited when he imagined himself carrying a clay pot and milking the deer one by one, with the pot half full of pure white, warm milk.

Uncle Deer was not at all annoyed about the little two-legged beast spying on his wife. He was even slightly excited, just like the little two-legged beast.

I don’t know if it was because he remembered the taste of milk again, but after looking at Han Cheng for a while, this guy stretched his head and licked his nostrils. Then he stretched his neck, lifted his upper lip, revealing his big, flat teeth, and repeated his classic and obscene expression.

There are also eight new guests in the rabbit pen, four males and four females. With them, the problem of inbreeding among rabbits will no longer be a problem.

The Qingque tribe has been setting up rabbit traps these days, so they naturally didn't get only these eight rabbits. These eight were carefully selected as the best. The others that weren't selected had already been skinned and gutted, and some of them had already gone to who knows where...