In the past mornings, Han Cheng was usually woken up by the rooster, which did not bully the hens but instead just crowed randomly with a broken voice. However, this morning was an exception.

He opened his sleepy eyes and lay in the warm quilt, feeling the slight pain in his lower abdomen and listening to the children's cheers. After listening for a while, a smile appeared on his face. Then he jumped up from the kang, quickly put on his clothes and shoes, and ran out the door.

My love for snow completely outweighs my fear of the cold.

When the door opened, the cold air rushed towards me, and the whiteness outside was so bright that I felt that the whole world had become clean.

The snowflakes in the sky were still falling silently, blending into the whiteness, as if to cover the earth with a thicker quilt. The snow-crazy children in the tribe were chasing and playing in the snow.

Each of them is covered with a thick layer of fur and looks like a chubby bear cub.

If there were no old farmers at this time, they would definitely be full of longing and say "auspicious snow indicates a good harvest" or "this year the wheat will be covered with three layers of quilts, and next year I will sleep with a full head of pillow." to express their expectation and yearning for a better life.

Han Cheng stood at the door and watched for a while, then ran out of the room happily and ran into the white scene.

Although the lucky general's belly was already a bit big, he was still very agile. He frolicked in the snow with his butt hanging down, leaving behind plum blossoms.

The girls, Xing, Xiaomei and Xiaoli, did not chase and fight in the snow like the boys. Instead, they stood in front of the house, looking at the row of crystal clear icicles hanging from the eaves. They opened their mouths slightly, with expressions of surprise and longing on their faces.

Many adults, like the children, looked at this scene in amazement that they had never seen before. When they saw the Son of God standing up, they gathered around and pointed at the eaves to ask about it.

Han Cheng was just focused on looking at the snow, but after hearing what they said, he noticed the beautiful and spectacular icicles hanging under the eaves.

The entire courtyard and the distant area were covered in the silver light that fell that night, but there was one exception, which was the roof of the Qingque tribe.

Because there are kangs in the rooms of the Qingque tribe, the roofs are warmer than other places. Once the snow falls on them, it is melted into a pool of spring water in the warm embrace.

After slowly sliding down the fish-scale-like tiles, it solidified at the eaves.

This is good. You don’t have to worry about the roof collapsing due to heavy snow, and you don’t have to clean the snow off the roof from time to time. It saves a lot of work.

After Han Cheng explained the reason to everyone, he asked several adults to break the icicles hanging at the door.

This thing is a safety hazard. If icicles happen to fall off when you walk to the door, you will be hit by this hard ice cone. It would be very uncomfortable, especially if you are stabbed by the sharp ice tip.

The broken icicles became the favorite of these children. They held them tenderly in their hands and refused to throw them away even if their hands were frozen red.

Those who didn't have icicles begged the adults to pick some for them, and the adults asked the Son of God. Faced with something they had never seen before, they did not dare to act rashly.

After getting a positive answer from Han Cheng, he broke off some icicles from the rest of the place.

Some people couldn't resist the temptation of this crystal clear thing and quietly put the icicles into their mouths, biting them with their white teeth, making a crunching sound.

As their son of God, Han Cheng is naturally better at playing than these children.

Under the extremely regretful gazes of Xing, Xiaomei and others, Han Cheng directly broke the big and nice icicle in his hand.

These children who got the icicles for the first time could not help but hide the icicles in their hands behind their backs, fearing that the Son of God would break them as well.

Amidst everyone's extreme confusion, Han Cheng came back with ten small sticks about 30 cm long and a rope, and in another hand he held a few straws.

He overlapped the tree sticks and tied them together in the middle to form an irregular circle. Then he broke the straw pole in the middle, put it in his mouth and began to blow at a piece of icicle.

The warm air flowed through the hollow thatched straw and out from the other end, and soon a small pit appeared on the solid ice.

Han Cheng did this a lot when he was a child, but at that time he used a ballpoint pen.

I don’t know if it’s because his mental age has also shortened as his body has shrunk, but his childishness has suddenly awakened and he is doing these things with great enthusiasm.

The children watching on the side widened their eyes. They had never imagined that there was such a way to play.

The Son of God is the Son of God. Not only is he far inferior to others in serious matters, he is also far inferior to others in playing with others.

Seeing this, Han Cheng gave each of the children a piece of straw and asked them to blow holes in the ice like he did.

The children, who had been eager to try it out, cheered, took the straw poles, squatted on the ground and started this fun thing.

Han Cheng stopped and used the thin rope he had taken out to thread the icicles. After tying them up, he tied them to a round wooden frame that he had made not long ago, and tied them three times in total.

Han Cheng picked up the icicle-shaped wind chime by the rope left on the skeleton. The crystal clear icicles collided with each other, making pleasant sounds.

The children standing nearby opened their mouths wide and stared at the thing in the Son of God's hand, whose name they did not know but was extremely beautiful. They were all stunned for a moment.

They couldn't imagine that the ice that they were afraid would break in their hands would become so beautiful and undergo such a big change after being manipulated by the Son of God.

This is true for boys who prefer activity to quietness, not to mention girls who are born to like these things. Looking at these crystal clear and extremely beautiful wind chimes, one's heart is about to melt.

Han Cheng stepped on a wooden block and hung the wind chime on a wooden stick nailed to the wall under the eaves. He clapped his hands and looked at the results of his morning's work, feeling very satisfied.

The appearance of the icicle wind chimes suddenly opened a new window for the children in the tribe.

The boys who used to love running around in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other have become quiet, sticking their butts out and working hard to "drill" holes in the icicles. The girls who originally wanted to make snowmen when the snow got thicker have already put the snowman-making plan aside, and are only interested in making wind chimes as beautiful as the Son of God.

Han Dashenzi also forgot about the charcoal. Firstly, he was excited to see the first snow. Secondly, not long after he made the wind chime, Junior Brother Sha came to him with red eyes.