The chirping of birds broke the tranquility of the early morning. In the unique tranquility of the morning light, the bluebird tribe, which had slept all night, opened their sleepy eyes and started a new day.
In such an atmosphere, Han Cheng, feeling refreshed, opened the door and stretched himself beautifully.
After washing up, I started walking towards the chicken coop.
Next to the expanded rabbit pen next to the chicken coop, Wu, who had gotten up earlier than him, was already lying there.
When she saw him coming, she just looked up and smiled as a greeting, without saying much.
Han Cheng had no mood to talk, so he just smiled in response, picked up some grass still covered with dew, and walked to the chicken coop.
These grasses were just cut by Tietou and a few other people who got up early.
Han Cheng did not throw it directly into the chicken coop, but placed it not far away from the chicken coop. He grabbed a handful of green grass with his left hand and placed it on a wooden board. He picked up the stone knife that had turned black due to the long-term immersion in grass juice and began to chop it one by one.
After a while, remove the movable wooden fence above the chicken coop and take out the empty ceramic basin from it.
After such a long time, the chickens in the chicken coop were no longer afraid of people. When they saw Han Cheng coming to open the fence, they gathered around him and looked forward to it.
A few roosters were still clucking and singing random tunes, looking very contented.
The chopped grass was put into the ceramic basin. Han Cheng then grabbed two handfuls of rapeseeds of poor quality from a covered ceramic jar not far away, put them into the ceramic basin, and stirred them together with the chopped grass with a stick.
This is what these chickens have for breakfast.
When all this was done, the courtyard of the Qingque tribe gradually became lively. People got up one after another, washed up, and began to do what they needed to do according to their usual habits.
After watching the chickens eat for a while, Han Cheng walked aside and moved the other fence away.
In the exposed gaps were three chicken coops made from broken pottery jars filled with hay.
In the golden grass nest, there are some eggs whose skins are not white.
There are as many as seven!
Han Cheng showed a look of joy. "Guys, you laid a lot of eggs yesterday!"
He bent over and took the eggs from the nest and placed them in the clay bowl used to hold eggs.
The chickens in the chicken coop did not react much to this robber-like egg thief. After such a long time, they had already gotten used to it.
There are even many chickens that have seen this since they were born, so naturally there is no such thing as resistance.
Han Cheng, carrying the bowl of eggs, returned to the cave. The hardworking Huo Er had just boiled a large vat of hot water.
Han Cheng took out a fresh egg, beat it in a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, then scooped out boiling water in another bowl and made a bowl of frangipani.
The yellow egg flowers lying in the middle of the water looked very pretty. The only regret was that some fine grinding oil was missing.
Nowadays, drinking a bowl of frangipani or a bowl of deer milk in the morning has become an indispensable thing for Han Cheng.
It’s not that he really likes to drink these things, but he has his own reasons.
Ever since he went down the river to harvest hemp last fall and unlocked new skills from Bai Xuemei of the Fire Tribe, he often felt that he was not getting enough nutrition...
The remaining six eggs in the bowl were not eaten. Instead, he put them into a clay pot. There were half a pot of eggs in the pot, about forty or fifty eggs, all of which had been accumulated during this period of time.
When he had saved up some more, he would get some wood ash, sprinkle it with salt, mix it with water, stir it, and wrap it around the eggs to pickle a batch of salted eggs.
The pickled golden, oily egg yolk is his favorite, especially when eaten in a steamed bun. Just thinking about it makes one drool...
When breakfast is ready, people who get up early have already done a lot of things while it is cool.
Bai Xuemei was not in a very good mood for the meal. Han Cheng was thinking about the salted eggs and going out to see the stone roller that was finally chiseled out of the wood according to his requirements, so he did not notice these things.
After dinner and a short rest, people replenished their energy and became busy again, doing what they needed to do.
Sister Bai Xue, who was not very interested, also came to the silkworm breeding area to feed mulberry leaves to the silkworms that seemed to be a little bigger than the original ones.
While feeding, the other hand unconsciously placed on the lower abdomen.
Except when they are shedding their skin and spinning silk, the silkworms always have a good appetite. They keep nibbling on the tender mulberry leaves, making a series of tiny biting sounds.
After watching for a while, Bai Xue's mood improved a lot. Her expression suddenly changed, and she pressed the hand on her lower abdomen even harder.
After a while, she knitted her brows and showed a painful expression, and trotted to the toilet...
Outside the gate of the tribe, on the open space that was opened up last year for people to watch beheadings, there were now more idle people coming out.
These relatively idle people include Han Cheng, the number one charlatan, Wu, the number two charlatan, and Shitou, who is working hard on the road to becoming a charlatan.
At the edge of the open space, there is a stone cylinder with a diameter of 35 cm and a length of about 80 cm, lying there quietly.
The surface of the stone pillar is not very smooth and has some tiny bumps.
Compared with the stone roller that Han Cheng had come into contact with in later generations, which had gone through countless years of vicissitudes and had become extremely smooth, the newly born stone roller of the Qingque tribe was much rougher.
But this is indeed a stone roller.
Bo came over carrying a rectangular wooden frame made of hard wood. There was a hole in the middle of each of the two vertical sides of the frame.
At Han Cheng's signal, Bo put down the wooden frame on his shoulders and put it on the stone roller that was lying there.
The two holes left on the wooden frame just correspond to the pits about five centimeters deep that were chiseled in the center of both ends of the stone roller.
Of course, this is the result of holding it with hands. As soon as you let go, the roller frame, which is much larger than the stone roller, will fall down immediately.
Bo took out the axe from his waist, and then took out two wooden pegs that basically corresponded to the holes in the wooden frame and inserted them into the holes.
After a few clean and neat blows of the axe, the wooden peg was firmly embedded in the wooden frame.
The thinner and rounder end of the wooden peg came to the inside of the wooden frame and entered the stone pit at the top of the stone roller.
After doing the same operation on the other end, the roller frame will be firmly attached to the stone roller.
The old man put a simple "deer harness" made of rope on the deer that he had caught and had not released yet, and was preparing to feed it, and hooked the other end of the deer on the roller frame with a wooden hook.
Han Cheng led Uncle Deer forward, and the heavy stone roller began to roll...