Outside the kitchen, there are several large water tanks, each filled with half a tank of water.
Han Cheng took out a double-layer burlap net bag from the kitchen, reached into one of the water tanks, turned it half a circle and then took out the net bag. Amidst the dripping water, three half-foot-long crucian carps were fished out and thrown on the ground by Han Cheng.
Ignoring the fish jumping around on the ground and struggling desperately, Han Cheng put the empty net bag in his hand into another tank with less water. He stirred the net bag for a while. When he took the net bag out, there were several loaches swimming in the net bag covered with black mud.
Because the women in the tribe were giving birth constantly, Han Cheng later ordered the people in the tribe to keep the crucian carp of the right size and keep them in tanks when they catch fish, and to make crucian carp soup specifically for pregnant women who have just given birth or people who have been sick.
This is a very nutritious food.
Han Cheng also had people prepare loaches in advance. When needed, they could be scooped directly from the tank with a net bag. This was much more convenient and quicker than catching them in the river.
After skillfully processing the two things and marinating them slightly with some salt, Han Cheng put them into the pot. After the water boiled, he changed to low heat and simmered them slowly.
While slowly simmering the food, Han Cheng was wondering if the two bowls of rice prepared by Bai Xue's sister for her little girl would be blocked like when she gave birth to the little pea. If they were really blocked, Han Cheng wouldn't mind acting as an artificial breast pump again.
After all, this is for the sake of my little daughter's food.
In order to have food to eat for his children, Han Chengdu is willing to do even more difficult things, let alone act as an artificial breast pump.
Alas, there is no way, fatherly love is so great.
Han Cheng, who was adding fire to the wood stove, was thinking about these things and was actually moved.
I have to give my little girl a name!
After a while, Han Dashenzi, who was deeply moved, remembered the important matter of naming his daughter.
This little girl was born after her mother wanted to tell a joke, but she laughed herself to death before she could even utter a word. How about... just call her Han Xiao?
Always smile and be happy. This is indeed a good meaning. I just wonder if my daughter will be speechless and look up to the sky when she grows up and understands the origin of her name.
Han Cheng thought about this in his mind and was about to decide on the name. However, the next moment his expression became strange.
Smile in the grave...
What the hell is this name?
Han Cheng shook his head violently and threw the name Han Xiao out of his mind. It was too unreliable!
If your surname is Han, you can also take another character from Bai Xue's name to form a name.
In this way, the name becomes Han Bai, or...
Korean girl?
Han Cheng shook his head and rejected these names once again, always feeling that something was missing.
That's it, when naming their children, parents always give their children the best name first.
Therefore, when fifty or sixty years later, the future children of later generations will not find it strange at all to hear a group of old men and women in their seventies and eighties calling their children "Haoyu", "Zixuan", "Zichen" and the like. After all, who was not a baby once?
Or just call her Han Xing.
After his brain worked at high speed for a while, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the scene when Bai Xuemei was pregnant with the little girl and she kept crunching on green apricots. After swallowing his saliva, he thought to himself.
"Han Xing, Han Xing, Xing'er..."
Han Cheng sat here putting some firewood into the stove while muttering to himself. The more he muttered, the more comfortable he became with it, and a look of joy gradually appeared on his face.
Okay, from now on this little girl will be called Han Xing!
Naming children is a very stressful and time-consuming task. By the time Han Cheng decided on his daughter's name, the crucian carp soup and loach soup, which needed to be simmered over low heat for a long time, were already cooked.
Han Cheng poured the two kinds of whitish soup into two earthenware jars, and holding the ropes on them, he went to Bai Xuemei's room...
Han Cheng miscalculated. Bai Xuemei's two jobs for supporting her children were not blocked this time.
I don't know if it was the effect of the crucian carp soup and loach soup, but by the evening the temperature had come down. Looking at the little girl who was eating so greedily, Han Cheng couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Why didn't he even give himself this opportunity to fully demonstrate his father's love?
It's really too much.
If you have a little girl, don't expect to have a good night's sleep at night. Whether it is in primitive times or in later times, newborn children who are still ignorant are always noisy.
Cry when you are thirsty, cry when you are hungry, cry when you wet the bed...
Han Cheng woke up five or six times that night and felt very uncomfortable.
However, after seeing his little girl fall asleep peacefully again, Han Cheng felt some pity for her again. This was really a painful and happy thing...
While Han Cheng was experiencing the pain and happiness, the people of the Qingque tribe, who were paddling their bamboo rafts all the way, also brought a lot of harvest and anchored in the middle of the river at sunset.
They had no intention of docking because their raft was carrying many dead sheep.
These dead sheep have wounds and smell of blood, which can easily attract some carnivorous beasts.
Today, when they were paddling the bamboo raft upstream, more than one ferocious beast appeared on both sides of the river. Some of them were even moving along with the raft on the shore. If it weren't for the river blocking the way, I'm afraid these guys would have come over impatiently to snatch food.
Under such circumstances, the people of the Qingque tribe who were paddling the bamboo raft would certainly not go ashore.
Under the control of the people paddling the bamboo rafts, the rafts were connected vertically and moored along the river in an open river channel.
Someone placed the portable stove that was brought on the raft, lit it, scooped water from the river, added it to the earthenware jar, put some food in it, and started cooking with a palm-leaf fan.
It was already dusk, and the fiery clouds dyed red by the blood-red setting sun were reflected in the river, creating a gorgeous scene.
A breeze blew, and the wisps of smoke rising from the bamboo rafts in the river were blown askew by the breeze, and some of them just floated slowly along the water surface.
Not far away, one or two fish would jump out of the water from time to time, and the scales on their bodies would flash beautifully under the light.
The setting sun, the river, the bamboo raft, the smoke from cooking, the leaping fish, and the beasts that do not hide their bodies on the shore form a beautiful picture of dusk and sunset...
"thump!"
"thump!"
The sounds of two heavy objects falling into the water came from the shore, and circles of water waves spread out in the surroundings.
Such a loud noise was not caused by a big fish jumping up and down, but by two tigers that had been following for a long time and finally couldn't help but jump into the water.
The noise here naturally alarmed the people of the Qingque tribe on the bamboo raft.
Because paddling a bamboo raft by water can avoid many dangers, when we were arranging the people today, only ten people were going to take the water route.
However, although there were only ten people, the people on the bamboo raft were not afraid when they saw the two tigers go into the water, walk forward for a while and then start swimming towards them.
On the contrary, they became excited as they watched the two tigers swimming closer and closer to them.
During the past two days when they were guarding the river and waiting for the sheep there, these people were already tempted by those sleek and ferocious beasts, but for various reasons, they never took action.
At this time, two tigers came to their doorstep. How could they not be happy?
Tigers are indeed fierce, but in water where they are not good at swimming, they will have no choice but to give in when they encounter primitive people who are even more fierce than them, standing on bamboo rafts and holding sharp polished bronze spears in their hands.
After a splash and rolling waves, the water surface gradually became quiet. The fiery clouds in the sky had slowly dissipated, but there was still some blood-red in the water near the bamboo raft.
This is the blood dripping from two tigers lying on the bamboo raft.
The two tigers lying quietly on the bamboo raft did not close their eyes and died with their eyes open.
They had encountered and eaten this kind of big monkey that could walk upright before. It was crunchy and tasted very good.
And those two encounters did not cause them any harm.
This time they encountered a big monkey that had left the tree and ran to the ground. They wanted to kill it again, but they failed and both lost their lives.
Didn't these big monkeys run away when they saw them? Why...
The people of the Green Bird Tribe were unaware of the tiger's doubts. After a fierce battle with the tiger, they were all soaked and were now immersed in the joy of their harvest.
A man wiped the water off his face, grabbed the tiger's tail and pulled it to the side, revealing the tiger's big balls covered with golden hair.
This man and the others who saw this scene couldn't help but grin.
The Son of God's favorite tiger is the male tiger. After catching a male tiger, his favorite thing to do is to cut off the male tiger's kidneys and eat them as food, and at the same time take out the tiger's penis to soak in wine.
This time, he and his companions hunted a male tiger. One can imagine how happy the Son of God will be when he returns.
After examining this tiger, the man let go of the tiger's tail and went to examine another tiger.
Someone nearby said there was no need to check, because the Son of God had said more than once that there could not be two tigers in one mountain, unless they were one male and one female.
The people of the Qingque tribe always believe what the Son of God says.
Now the two tigers that were killed not only walked along the river bank with their bamboo raft for half a day, but also went into the water together and wanted to hurt them.
They are extremely loving and have a very harmonious relationship. Of course, they are a male and a female.
Now that the tiger has been identified as a male, the remaining one must be a tigress, so there is no need to check.
However, when this man pulled up the tiger's tail, everyone was speechless and stunned.
Everyone looked at this tiger, then at the tiger next to it, and they all fell into a daze.
It is said that there cannot be two tigers in one mountain, unless they are one male and one female?
They seem to love each other so much and walk together all the way, so why are they all males?
The people of the Qingque tribe looked at the two dead tigers and were stunned for a while. They vaguely felt that their inherent ideas had collapsed...
"Sheep! Sheep! So many sheep!"
The people who paddled the bamboo raft upstream returned to the tribe in the afternoon of the next day.
When they appeared in the sight of everyone in the tribe and the people in the tribe saw clearly what was on the bamboo raft, the entire Qingque tribe suddenly became excited.
Some minors ran quickly along the river bank towards the bamboo raft going upstream, shouting excitedly.
Some adults also lost their composure and ran downstream with the children.
When the people paddling the bamboo rafts saw this joyous scene, they all smiled, cheered up, and used bamboo poles to push the rafts forward faster.
As for the safety of the minors who came to greet us with cheers, there is no need to worry.
Ever since they stabbed to death the two tigers that had fallen into the water last night and lifted them onto the bamboo raft, the wild beasts that had followed them along the river had dispersed.
It is said that killing a chicken can scare the monkeys, but in fact the effect is far less strong than killing a tiger. It can not only scare the monkeys, but also the other beasts.
Han Cheng was also startled by the sound and ran out of the wall and headed towards the riverside pier.
Han Cheng had great hopes for this hunting trip by his senior brother and his companions.
Ever since last winter, when Han Cheng learned from the old sheep and others that there was a route for the sheep to migrate in autumn, he has been paying attention to this matter.
If Bai Xue's belly had not been getting bigger and bigger, and it was not the time for her to give birth, Han Cheng would have followed the hunting team no matter what.
When watching the animal world in the past, Han Cheng would feel deeply shocked every time he saw a large number of animals forming a torrent to migrate. At the same time, he would feel deeply regretful that he was not one of those many predators.
Because those herds of livestock migrating south look so delicious!
Now the eldest brother and his companions have gone to hunt these migrating animals, and the harvest...
Even though we haven’t seen the results yet, just thinking about it makes us feel extremely excited.
Running out with him was Wu, the elderly charlatan.
At this time, Wu was no longer leaning on his crutch. After hearing the cheers outside, he took a few quick steps with his crutch. He felt that the pace was too slow, so he tucked the crutch under his arm and ran towards the gate. His legs and feet were so agile that it was unbelievable.
He ran faster than the guy who was begging for money at the gate of Hancheng School on crutches, and then put away his crutches when he saw that there was no one around.
After hurriedly coming outside and seeing the scene at the dock, Han Cheng was stunned. Most of the expectations and surprise in his heart disappeared in an instant!
This was not because he complained that there were too few sheep on the bamboo raft, but because more than half of the people who went hunting together were missing!
Even the eldest brother, who is the leader, is not in the team!
Looking at the two tigers placed on the bamboo raft, Han Cheng's heart sank even more.
He quickly opened his mouth to inquire about the situation. He learned that they caught too many sheep, and that the eldest brother and his men had transported a batch by land. Only then did Han Cheng feel relieved. He also asked about the hunting process with a smile.
After seeing the respected Son of God come out, he did not just look at the sheep and cheer like the others did, but first asked where the rest of the people had gone and whether anyone among them was injured. Those who paddled the raft all the way back felt warm in their hearts, and all the fatigue in their bodies was swept away!
Then they began to happily talk about their experiences over the past few days.
Most people in the tribe had heard about the sheep migration scene from Lao Yang and his friends, but since Lao Yang and his friends had not learned Mandarin very well and could not express themselves clearly, and such a scene was hard to imagine unless one saw it with one's own eyes, most people did not believe what Lao Yang and his friends said.
But at this moment, with so many sheep as witnesses and the people telling the stories being the elders of the tribe who spoke fluent Mandarin, as they told the stories, the people gathered by the creek were all stunned and could not help but let out bursts of exclamations.
Han Cheng has never experienced the large-scale migration of wild animals in person, but he has seen it on TV more than once.
Although I haven't experienced it myself, it is definitely many times stronger than what these people describe.
However, Han Cheng did not interrupt them, nor did he show any impatience. Instead, he stood there and listened attentively with a smile on his face.
These people worked hard to bring back so many sheep for the tribe. Now is the most proud moment for them, just like soldiers who returned victorious from an expedition and brag about their achievements. Han Cheng would naturally give them such an opportunity.
In his opinion, this is what people who have made great contributions to the tribe deserve.
The jubilation continued until it reached its climax when everyone began to carry off the 178 sheep of all sizes and the two dead tigers from the raft one by one.
There were so many sheep of all sizes gathered together, and so many were brought back at once. Even Han Cheng couldn't help but be filled with joy, not to mention the others...
"Son of God, why are they all male?"
"What?"
Han Cheng was confused by this incoherent question and asked back at the person who asked the question.
"That's them. Didn't you say that there can't be two tigers in one mountain, unless one is male and the other is female? Why are both of them male?"
The man scratched his head with one hand and pointed with the other hand at the two tigers lying peacefully on the ground and asked, his face full of curiosity.
The others who had paddled back on the bamboo raft also gathered around at this time, looking at Han Cheng with the same curiosity.
This confusion troubled them all the way.
Forehead……
After figuring out their doubts, Han Cheng became speechless for a moment. This angle of looking at the problem was really tricky!
Are you still pure primitive people?
"Well, maybe they are good brothers. Yes, they are good brothers, so they can live in harmony and not fight."
Han Cheng scratched his head and finally came up with a relatively reasonable explanation.
"Just like me and him?"
The people in the tribe now have a good ability to draw inferences from one instance. After hearing Han Dashenzi's explanation and thinking for some time, everyone seemed to understand something.
Then the person who asked the question first pointed at someone next to him and spoke.
There has never been any conflict between him and this person, and he looks very similar to these two tigers.
Then the two of us should be the good brothers that the Son of God mentioned, right?
“Ahem…”
Han Cheng was frightened by this guy's sudden action and started coughing violently.
"Yes! Yes, you are good brothers... Hurry up and collect these sheep. We will stew the mutton in the evening!"
Han Cheng sniffed and quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on it any further.
A kind and innocent young man like him cannot be led astray by these guys.
These ten or so people were a little confused by the reaction of the Son of God. Did they say something wrong just now?
The man who had just asked the question scratched his head, then looked at the person next to him who was also a little confused like him, and felt that his brain was even more confused.
If I think about it carefully, I feel that there are a lot of similarities between this person and myself and these two tigers...
But why did the Son of God...
Fortunately, under the temptation of delicious food, everyone's entanglement did not last too long, and these people quickly joined the others in the busy work of processing the sheep, no longer thinking about the fact that there cannot be two tigers in one mountain.
Among this batch of sheep, more than forty died. According to Han Cheng's instructions, all of them were skinned and gutted.
In addition to these, there were more than a dozen that were seriously injured. In order to prevent them from losing fat, Han Cheng had them slaughtered as well.
I left two for use tonight, and for the rest, I rubbed part of it with salt inside and out, then tied it up with hemp ropes and hung it up to air-dry in the sun. I boiled the rest in a large ceramic jar, then cut it into slices to make mutton jerky.
With so many people in the tribe, leaving only two sheep is certainly not enough to eat. But don’t forget, there are nearly sixty sets of mutton offal!
After cleaning up and cooking these things, the people in the tribe can’t finish them in one meal!
As everyone was busy but in a relatively orderly manner, a rich fragrance began to waft through the tribe.
After processing the mutton offal, Han Cheng had them cooked.
It is impossible not to cook them. After all, most of these sheep died yesterday. If they are not cooked quickly, they will be in bad condition by the next morning.
Han Cheng was not idle either. He was now carefully scrubbing some sheep intestines.
After making sure it is clean, find a sharp copper knife and slowly and carefully cut it into connected lines.
He was preparing to make some catgut, after all, it was indispensable when suturing wounds.
At the side, Liang was also cutting carefully with a copper knife, looking very serious, for fear that he might damage it by accident.
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