The courtyard wall needs to be further raised.

Han Cheng originally envisioned the wall to be two meters and a half high, but later, in order to meet deadlines, he reduced the height of the wall from two meters and a half to two meters.

A two-meter-high wall can block most wild animals, but it is difficult to block people. Now that it is snowing, the wall looks even lower.

Han Cheng originally had the idea of ​​raising the wall after the Chinese New Year and the beginning of spring.

The original plan was to increase the height to the originally expected two meters and a half. Now, because of the addition of a possible hostile tribe, he feels that a two-and-a-half-meter wall is still too low. In time, the wall may be raised to three meters or even higher.

After the wall is raised, the construction of the house needs to be put on the agenda.

Now, with the increase of equipment in the tribe, the space inside the cave is becoming more and more crowded.

And because so many people live together, the air is inevitably not fresh.

Of course, another important reason is that the original singing at night is too loud, and sometimes it is one after another, which makes Han Cheng often unable to sleep well.

It was fine before when everyone was busy, but the heavy workload left the eldest brother and his friends with little energy to do what they loved.

In the past winter, due to food and salt problems, people were powerless to deal with this matter. Only in spring would there be large-scale unrest.

But now it is different. Plenty of food and salt, as well as a leisurely life, give them plenty of energy to vent, and they can do it anytime and anywhere. So much so that now at night, they keep humming the numerous primitive ditties mixed together, which particularly affects their sleep.

Especially Heiwa and Zhuang, firstly, they were young and strong, secondly, they were newlyweds, and thirdly, Zhuang had a rough throat and his singing was so loud that it could wake people up from their sleep.

If Han Cheng hadn't been afraid of delaying the tribe's population development plan and worried that Heiwa would never be happy again, Han Cheng would have gone over and kicked them both!

It is precisely because of this that Han Chengcai is eager to put the matter of building a house on the agenda.

Raising the walls and building houses, neither of these two tasks can be completed in a short period of time, so the main plans of the Qingque tribe for the next year are these two items.

As the saying goes, hard work pays off. With the help of Han Cheng's kidney soup, the men of the Qingque tribe worked extra hard this year. The harder they worked the land, the more they would reap.

This year, eight babies were born in the Qingque tribe! Three boys and five girls.

Except for one baby boy who was born very weak and died, the other seven babies all survived and are still healthy.

While Han Cheng was feeling sorry for the baby who died, Wu was happily offering gifts to the gods.

Because in the past, it was already good if half of the newborn babies could survive, but this year, as many as seven survived!

This is indeed a miracle for the witch and other people in the tribe, and it is also something worth celebrating.

This is certainly not a miracle, but rather the result of some changes in Han Cheng.

The story begins in early summer this year.

When the eldest brother and his friends went out hunting, a pregnant woman in the tribe gave birth.

As a man of the new era, Han Cheng would of course avoid such things. Wu was old, and was also a clergyman who worked part-time as a half-baked doctor, so naturally there were no taboos.

In fact, almost all the young people in the tribe were born under the guidance of witch doctors.

After all, he has been in the cave for many years and has experience.

After hearing that the baby was born, Han Chengcai went back out of the cave.

The joy of the tribe's increase in population was soon replaced by surprise, heartache and anger. This was not only because the cave was filled with the smell of blood, but more importantly because of the child's condition!

The newborn baby was sticky and bloody. He was wrapped in an animal skin and then held by his mother to be fed.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the baby’s umbilical cord is not tied, and the part left outside is nearly ten centimeters long!

Moreover, the broken end of the umbilical cord looked jagged and was covered with a lot of dust.

Even so, the witch was still standing aside, watching the baby's exposed body, laughing happily, and was excited that the Green Bird tribe had added a new boy.

Han Cheng was stunned. Is this what they call delivering a baby?

How long should the lives of those who are still alive in the tribe be? !

Han Cheng had no way to blame the witch, because that was the limitation of the witch's knowledge, not that he didn't want to do well.

Han Cheng stood here for a while, frightened and angry, then turned around and told the old primitive man to boil half a jar of water immediately. He then quickly ran to the inner cave, took out the bone knife, and threw it into the pottery pot to cook.

The witch was somewhat surprised by the Son of God's behavior, but also felt a little distressed, because this bone knife was the only one in the tribe.

It would be strange if he didn't feel sorry for just throwing it directly into the jar and cooking it like bone soup.

Han Cheng didn't have time to explain anything to the witch. He quickly asked someone to find a large ceramic basin, added cold water and hot water into it, stirred it to test whether the water temperature was just right, and then took the baby from the kind-looking woman's arms.

Han Cheng's actions frightened the primitive woman who had just become a mother.

The Son of God asked someone to boil water and get a knife, and now he wanted to take the child from her arms. The process seemed very familiar. This was how the tribe cooked bone soup every day.

However, the Son of God already had prestige in the tribe. Although she was very worried, the female primitive still obediently handed the tender child in her arms to the Son of God.

She also stood up and followed Han Cheng closely, feeling a little nervous, fearing that the Son of God would do something to her newborn baby.

When the female primitive saw Han Cheng take the baby out of the animal skin and put it into the basin of water, she could no longer bear it. Her maternal nature made her forget everything else and she reached out to take her child back.

Because when I cook meat every day, I wash the meat first and then put it in the pot!

Han Cheng, whose child was snatched away unexpectedly, was trembling as he looked at the crying baby in his arms. The female primitive was a little dazed as she looked at him in horror while holding the baby tightly and kept retreating backwards.

He turned his head to look at the boiling water in the pottery jar and the knife that was cooking in the water, then looked at the basin of water at his feet. He realized what was going on and laughed.

He understood, but the witch refused to agree. He was a little dazed by the scene, but after he came to his senses, he reached out to hit the female primitive.

In this tribe, no one can disrespect the Son of God, including him!

(I had something to do today, so I posted late, sorry. Thanks again to all the book friends for their votes. I'm in the top 800. Comrades, please throw a few more chapters at me, - Mo Shoubai, whose mind is a little confused