"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng! Pea, pea head..."

Today is the fifth day since Han Cheng’s son, Han Tong and Han Wandou, was born.

Outside the window, in the shade cast by the bamboo forest, Han Cheng was squatting on the ground, drawing something on the ground with a branch in his hand. Next to him squatted Lame, the first carpenter of the Qingque tribe.

What Han Cheng is talking about to Bo now is actually the cradle.

Han Cheng originally planned to make the cradle himself, and in fact he did it himself.

It's just that his hands-on ability is too poor, and carpentry is not his strong point, so after working for more than a day, the finished product is actually no different from a hoe tied to a wooden frame with two ropes.

After looking at it for a while, Han Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and personally dismantled the cradle that was so shabby and prickly to the touch.

Then they had to find Bo and let him do it.

The idle witch, with sharp eyes, soon discovered what had happened, and came over with the rabbit in his arms.

He was the one in the entire tribe who was most excited when seeing Han Cheng making new things.

The first reason is that I have too much free time, and the second reason is that I care about the tribe.

A big part of the reason why the tribe is what it is now is due to the new things that Han Cheng has come up with one after another.

The third is that the god he believes in has never paid any attention to him, so he can only rely closely on the Son of God and see some miracles from the Son of God.

After several years of following Han Cheng, Wu has seen many ups and downs. Now he can proudly say that he is the most knowledgeable witch since the appearance of witches in the Qingque tribe.

This is also the case, so many things that would have surprised him so much in the past that he couldn't help but want to tell the gods about them, now don't seem to cause him too much surprise.

Sometimes, I even complain.

Just like now.

After understanding what the Son of God wanted to do this time, Wu thought about it for a while, and then couldn't help but imitate the Son of God and sniffed slightly.

His imitation was not very successful, because when Han Cheng did this action, there was no snot, but Wu had something shiny under his nose -

When people get old, they always can’t help crying and running their noses.

There was a reason why the witch complained about the invention of the cradle in his heart, because the newborn babies in the tribe had never used such cradles, and they were growing up just as well.

He thought it was unnecessary for the Son of God to make a cradle at this time.

Complaints aside, the witch could understand the Son of God's feelings as a new father, although the Son of God's feelings far exceeded those of other fathers in the tribe.

So the witch didn't say anything. After all, this was the child of the Son of God, so it was normal for him to have some differences compared to ordinary children.

When Wu was silently complaining in his heart, Bai Xue's sister's anxious voice was heard in the room.

Han Cheng, who had just explained the shape of the cradle to Bo and was about to talk about the ingredients, was suddenly shocked. What happened to Wandou?

He immediately jumped up from the ground and ran back to the room in two or three steps.

Well, guys who just have kids can't be treated with common sense.

Han Cheng rushed into the room and saw Bai Xuemei holding Little Pea and looking like she was about to cry. One hand was on Little Pea's head, and she kept looking over there with her head tilted.

What happened to Pea's head?

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng became even more panicked.

"What's wrong?"

He asked anxiously, and the person had already come up to him. He bent down and touched the bottom of Little Pea's head.

The previous series of actions were extremely quick and vigorous, but when the hand touched Little Pea's head, it became gentle very naturally.

As soon as his hand touched where Bai Xuemei's hand was, Han Cheng was shocked because that place was lower.

This is a head!

Han Cheng quickly took Little Pea from Bai Xuemei's arms and went to check what was going on.

The little child was so weak all over that he couldn't even lift his neck. Han Cheng had to hold his head with his hands when looking at it - after a few days of training, he was able to hold the child well.

After holding Little Pea upright and lifting up her head, Han Cheng also saw what was happening on her head.

The right back side of Little Pea's head was obviously tilted a lot and became a little flat.

Han Cheng was surprised, and at the same time, he felt relieved, but also felt a little regretful. How could he have forgotten about this?

Little Pea has a characteristic when he lies there, that is, his head tends to tilt to the right. If you move his head to the other side, he will most likely cry.

So Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei let him lean to this side, and then the consequences of doing so came.

Han Cheng's annoyance was that he forgot that children's bones were soft and if they slept in the same position for a long time, their heads would become crooked.

Fortunately, Little Pea was not very old, so he could tilt his head to the other side when he went to sleep, which might help to remedy the situation.

This is the disadvantage of being a new parent. There are always things that you cannot consider, and you tend to panic when encountering some things.

Han Cheng told Bai Xuemei about this, and Bai Xuemei's anxiety disappeared.

Whether it is primitive people or later people, the behavior of maternal love will never change.

Of course, very few people need to be excluded.

Little Pea was put back on the kang. Han Cheng found some linen, folded it up and used it to support the right side of his head, so that his head tilted to the left.

As soon as the fire started, the little guy immediately became reluctant. He moved his hands and feet around, squinted his eyes, opened his toothless mouth and started crying.

Crying is no use now. Han Cheng will not remove the sackcloth no matter how much you cry. Otherwise, after a full month, this guy's head will be tilted to his grandma's house.

It's cruel to say. I just named him Han Tong Han Wandou, and wanted him to be a copper pea that can't be steamed, boiled or smashed. But this guy's head is already crooked. It's time to slap him in the face too quickly.

Although Bai Xuemei didn't want to see Little Pea crying, for the sake of Little Pea's head, she could only imitate Han Cheng and gently patted Little Pea lying on the kang with her hands, humming "Oh~Oh~" randomly.

Han Cheng stayed in the room filled with the smell of urine for a while, then went out to continue discussing the cradle with Bo.

Before he had children, Han Cheng couldn't stay in a room filled with such a smell for a moment, but now he is completely used to it.

The matter of the cradle is very important, not only for one's own son, but for the children of the entire tribe.

Han Cheng decided to promote the cradle throughout the tribe after he made it. This would greatly reduce the burden of women in the tribe in taking care of children and free up more productivity.

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