That’s because my child can be confirmed to be my own, and yours…

If Han Cheng, who was running all the way back, knew what they were thinking, he would definitely complain like this.

Of course, even if it’s just a complaint, people in the tribe don’t really care.

Every era has its own characteristics. Things that later generations care about very much, in this era when people are struggling to survive and everything is aimed at staying alive, people really don’t care much about them.

"Let's pack up and go back."

Wu stood here and was surprised at Han Cheng's speed for a while. After thinking about it, he spoke to people.

"Is the baby born?"

Han Cheng, who was running out of breath, asked Tietou who was coming towards him anxiously.

"Not yet..."

Tietou was a little stunned by the speed displayed by the Son of God.

Could it be a difficult birth?

The more you care about someone, the more likely you are to think the worst when something happens to them.

What are you thinking about!

Han Cheng secretly spat at himself, reached out and patted Tietou to show his gratitude for Tietou's coming to report the news, and then continued running towards the tribe.

After standing there in a daze for a while, Tietou turned around and ran after Han Cheng, but he was not as fast as the Son of God and was left behind.

Han Cheng ran all the way to the gate of the tribe, panting. He rushed in without much hesitation and headed towards the room where he lived.

After running more than 20 meters, I realized that something was wrong.

There was no one gathered outside the room where he lived, but there were a lot of people gathered near the toilet, and it was very noisy.

Could it be that Sister Bai Xue gave birth in the toilet?

Han Cheng stopped and walked towards the toilet. After taking two steps, he heard the sound of a baby crying in the chaotic life.

"It's born! It's born! ..."

A joyful voice followed.

Han Cheng froze on the spot for a moment. All the chaotic noises faded away, leaving only the loud cry of the baby.

Han Cheng stood there in a daze. The baby's crying touched something in his heart.

He didn't know why, but at this time, which should have been a moment of great joy, he began to shed tears without realizing it.

"God...Son of God, is inside..."

Tietou ran in from behind, panting, and pointed in the direction of the toilet and said to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng then woke up as if from a dream. He quickly wiped the water off his face and went to the toilet without saying a word.

When people near the toilet saw Han Cheng striding over, they quickly made way for him to go in to visit Bai Xuemei and his children.

My child was born like this, and I became a father like this?

Han Cheng was excited, but also a little bit unbelievable. A strange feeling lingered in his heart.

With my own baby, I can be a dad in the future. I can play with my child, make delicious food for him in different ways, kiss him, hug him and lift him up high...

As soon as he walked to the toilet door, Han Dashenzi, a novice dad who had just become a father and had a lot of inner drama, began to fantasize about playing the role of a dad.

This was the second time Han Cheng had entered the women's restroom, except for the time when he sneaked in out of curiosity, took a look and ran away when he was in school in his later life.

Compared to that time when we were sneaking around and feeling uneasy, this time we are much more open and aboveboard.

He didn't feel any excitement or nervousness at all, and he didn't even realize that he was heading into the women's restroom.

The scene inside the toilet has appeared in front of Han Cheng.

Huo Er, Ruhua, Qingcao, Zhuang and other women from the Qingque tribe gathered inside.

In the slightly wider area, a piece of nitrated leather was laid.

The leather was now covered in filth. Sister Bai Xue, with her lower body naked and a pale face, was sitting on the leather, holding a lump of flesh in her arms.

The little meat ball was not obedient. He kicked his arms and legs and cried loudly with his mouth open.

"Brother Cheng, look."

When Sister Bai Xue saw Han Cheng coming in, a smile broke out on her pale face and she raised her little meat ball towards Han Cheng.

Seeing the little ball of flesh bouncing violently, she was worried that it might fall, so she quickly hugged it back into her arms. Her posture was awkward, and it was obvious that she was not very good at holding a soft child.

The scene was not pretty at all, and it happened in a toilet in the summer, but Han Cheng felt it was more beautiful than any scene he had ever seen.

Seeing Bai Xuemei like this, Han Cheng felt relieved. It was obviously not a big deal.

He took a few quick steps to Sister Bai Xue, rubbed her sweat-soaked hair with his hands, then lowered his head to look at the child who was jumping up and down from time to time.

"Oh my god! So ugly..."

The baby was obviously just born, the umbilical cord had not been cut and it had not been washed, its body was slippery and its skin was wrinkled.

Her tender skin was a little purple, and her hands were clenched tightly together and raised above her head, moving from time to time as she cried.

At first glance, it looks like a monkey...

Han Cheng, who was full of fatherly love just now, suddenly lost his love. Is this guy really his biological son?

Even though he had seen many newborn babies, Han Cheng still couldn't help but feel disgusted.

This is quite different from the pink, chubby, milk-scented baby in my imagination.

After looking for a while, he reached out and pulled the little guy's legs to the side, exposing the key parts.

Well, that's up to you.

No matter how much you dislike them, they are still your own children after all, and you must do what you are supposed to do.

Turning around, he saw that warm water, knife, willow branch water and other things were already prepared, so Han Cheng proceeded to the next step without hesitation.

First, I scrubbed my hands thoroughly with willow branch water, and then disinfected the knife.

Put the bone knife on the umbilical cord, use the strength to slowly pull it to cut it, and then tie a knot.

There is a reason why they don't use sharper iron knives. Iron is prone to rust even if it is not carefully maintained. The iron knives of the Qingque tribe cannot escape this fate.

Han Cheng, who was eager to increase the number of people in the tribe, would certainly not allow anyone to cut the umbilical cord with an iron knife.

After dealing with the umbilical cord, Han Cheng took the slippery little ball of flesh from Bai Xuemei's arms and washed it carefully and gently in the warm willow branch water, very seriously.

Well, she is a little ugly, but she is my own child after all.

When I touched the little guy's body, it felt soft and tender, and very comfortable.

I don’t know if it was because the warm water made the little guy feel like he was back in his mother’s womb and felt safe, but the little guy who was originally crying loudly suddenly became quiet, as if he was extremely satisfied with the service of Han Cheng, the new dad.

After carefully cleaning the little guy and wiping him dry with linen, Han Cheng took the small linen package handed to him by Zhuang and wrapped him up.