The sky was bright, and the pheasants in the chicken coop were clucking. This fellow, whose tail was bald by Han Cheng, had no idea what he had done to the hen. He no longer cared about his appearance, and hummed contentedly WWW..lā

Almost everyone in the Qingque tribe has gotten up. The witch, who usually wakes up early, stayed in bed this time.

Wu had actually woken up. At this moment, he was lying on the kang in the new house, covered with soft fur, looking at the roof comfortably.

There was a reason why he didn't get up. One reason was that he had leg cramps for most of the night, which not only affected his sleepiness, but also his legs. There are still lumps on the calf of his left leg, and he walks with a limp.

Secondly, this kang is so comfortable to sleep on!

There was a thick layer of hay under his body, and on top of the hay was fur, which was extremely soft.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the hay and fur are steamed warm by the earthen kang below.

As soon as people lie down in it, they feel like they are stuck in it with super glue. If they want to get up again, they have to go through a very painful struggle before they can muster the courage to face the cold.

Witches are not immune either.

He wanted to get up at first, but before he could get up, Han Cheng came over and said that his legs were uncomfortable and he did not sleep well last night. He didn't need to get up in a hurry and should rest on the kang for a while.

He could have gotten up, but after hearing what Han Cheng said, Wu felt that his legs were indeed very uncomfortable, and there was nothing he needed to do if he got up. After some thought, he finally stayed lying down until now.

Wu opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He gently touched the fur beneath his body with his hands, feeling the warmth. He suddenly regretted why he had not moved in earlier.

If I had moved in earlier, I wouldn't have to suffer this.

Thinking of this, he remembered that the totem pole could not be moved lightly. Now that the totem pole had been moved out of the inner cave, he, as a witch, couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

This was moved by the Son of God...

After some hesitation, the witch brought out the banner of the Son of God. Thinking of this, he felt much more relieved and lay on the kang with more peace of mind...

Wu lay on the kang, turning his head back and forth to look at everything in the room. The more he looked, the more he liked it. In his heart, the cave where he had lived for decades was being replaced by this brand new house.

Well, the theory of true fragrance is indeed a great theory.

Han Cheng got up quite early, climbed up the low wall along the wooden ladder, and looked outside with white air coming out of his mouth. All he saw was a vast expanse of white.

This is not snow, but a thick layer of frost.

No wonder it suddenly became so cold last night. It turned out that the frost was so heavy. It is cold before the frost and colder after the snow. It really lives up to its reputation.

The sun seemed to be afraid of the cold, and it was as entangled as sleeping on the kang and not wanting to think of a witch. After a while, it slowly rose from the east, its face showing a rosy color, as if it had just had a dream that it shouldn't have had and was still thinking about it...

The sun rose, the frost quickly disappeared, and the busy and fulfilling life of the Qingque tribe began to continue.

After breakfast, the eldest brother and a group of people put bone shovels under their arms, hunched their necks, put their hands in their sleeves, walked out of the tribe gate, and went to plow the unturned fields.

Most of the rapeseed leaves that had turned green due to frost had now wilted and were drooping listlessly on the ground.

Bo, Mu Tou, Liang, Heiwa and a group of people did not turn the soil, but followed the instructions of Han Cheng who was watching the growth of rapeseed there, and went to collect branches with a diameter of about one centimeter.

Some people were puzzled and didn't know what the Son of God wanted these branches for, but they still did it.

Of course, these branches are useful to Han Cheng, and they are very useful.

It is of great use to the safety of the tribe.

With the arrival of winter, safety issues must be taken more seriously. Fire prevention, theft prevention and snake prevention are not just talk, but need to be truly implemented.

When the Tengshe tribe came to attack last winter, what impressed Han Cheng most was not the great role played by the wall, but the dead trees lying in all directions hidden under the snow.

In that battle, these dead trees played a huge role, causing the people of the Tengshe tribe to suffer great damage before they even approached the wall. Otherwise, the Qingque tribe would have suffered even greater damage in the last war.

With continuous consumption, the trees outside the wall have basically been cleared away.

For the Qingque tribe, this was undoubtedly a loss of a powerful barrier out of nowhere.

Although there is a retaining wall outside the Qingque tribe, it will be extremely cold in winter and the retaining wall will be frozen. Therefore, the role of the retaining wall will be greatly reduced in winter.

Regarding this matter, some knowledgeable people in the Qingque tribe have already expressed their opinions. They want the Son of God to keep all these dead trees to protect the Qingque tribe.

These people include Wu, the eldest senior brother, Shang who has known the details of this battle, and junior brother Sha.

Han Cheng felt it was a shame to leave so much wood here to rot, so he insisted on clearing all the trees.

But before talking about this, let’s first give a solution to the defense problem.

The solution is what Laozi and others are doing.

Bo picked up a forked branch that was more than two meters long, estimated the distance, and placed it on a thicker tree trunk. Holding the wooden axe in his right hand, he chopped down the tree trunk at an angle.

In accordance with Han Cheng's request, the branches that everyone found were very hard. The axe, which seemed very heavy, could not even cut off a quarter of them.

Lame turned the branch half a circle with his left hand, and chopped it down with another axe. Then he put down the stone axe, held the branch with both hands and bent it hard, and the branch broke at the end.

Then he placed it on his left hand side, where there was already a pile of cut tree sections, about thirty centimeters long.

Seeing that Bo had already cut a pile of tree branches, Han Cheng asked Mu to stop looking for suitable branches and instead start a fire not far away.

He brought the cut tree sections aside, picked up a few and put both ends of each into the fire to burn for a while, then began to grind them on the stones he had brought in advance.

After both ends have been polished to a sharp point, stop and put the polished wooden sticks together.

After they had found enough branches and piled them into a big pile, Heiwa and the others stopped, took a stone axe, and started cutting the branches quickly with Bo Yi.

The others were grinding the cut branches, imitating Han Cheng and Mu Tou.

Swinging a stone axe is not an easy job. After a while of operation, Lame was already sweating profusely. Even if he opened a layer of animal skin wrapped around his body, white mist was still rising from his head, as if his internal strength had reached the level of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head and Five Qis Returning to the Origin.

Han Cheng watched for a while, and then asked Mu Tou to take over from Bo in cutting branches, and let Bo do the lighter work of grinding branches.

Heiwa also had someone to replace him.