Chapter 212: The witch who lays the bed and the people who grind the stick

The sky is clearing, the pheasant in the chicken coop chuckles, this guy who was made bald by Han Cheng doesn’t know what he has done to the little hen, he already doesn’t care about his appearance, he is contented and confused. Humming a little song.
Almost everyone in the Qingque tribe has already gotten up, but the early witches who used to wake up early have fallen into bed this time.
Wu was actually awake, and he was lying on the kang of the new house, covered with soft fur, looking at the roof comfortably.
There are reasons why he didn’t get up. One is because his leg cramps last night and most of the night, which not only affected the drowsiness, but also affected his legs. Now he still has a lump on the calf of his left leg, and he is limping .
Secondly, this kang is so comfortable to sleep!
Thick hay was spread under him, and the top of the hay was fur, which was extremely soft.
This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the hay and the soil under the fur are steamed warmly.
As long as a person lay inside, it was immediately like being stuck by a super glue. If you want to get up again, you must go through a painful struggle before you can muster the courage to face the severe cold.
The witch cannot be exempted either.
He remembered it at first, but instead of waiting for him to get up, Han Cheng came over first and said that his legs were uncomfortable and whether he slept well last night, so don't get up in a hurry and spend more time on the kang.
Originally, he was able to get up. According to Han Cheng, Wu Ye felt that his legs were really uncomfortable, and he had nothing to do when he got up. After thinking about it, he finally lay down until now.
Wu opened his eyes and looked at the roof, with both hands on the fur lying under him, gently groping, feeling the warmth, and suddenly regretted why he didn't move in earlier.
If you move in early, you won't have to suffer this sin.
Thinking of this, and remembering the fact that the totem pole cannot be moved lightly, now that the totem pole has been removed from the inner hole, he is a witch, he can't help but feel a little nervous.
This is moved by the son of God...
After some hesitation and entanglement, Wu took out the banner of the son again. Thinking about it this way, he felt relieved, and he was more at ease lying on the kang...
Wu lay on the kang and turned his head back and forth to look at everything in the room. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. The inner cave that he had lived in for decades was being replaced by this brand new house in his heart.
Well, Zhenxiang theory is indeed a great theory.
Han Cheng got up very early, and climbed up the low wall along the wooden ladder, spraying white air and looking out, only to see a vast expanse of whiteness.
This is not snow, but a thick layer of frost.
No wonder it suddenly became so cold last night, it turned out that the frost was so big, cold before the frost, cold after the snow, really well-deserved.
The sun is also afraid of the cold, entangled like sleeping on a kang and not thinking of a witch, it took a long time before it dangling from the east, a face turned rosy, like having a dream that you shouldn’t have, and still remembering ...
The sun rose, the frost and flowers disappeared quickly, and the busy and fulfilling life of the Qingque tribe began to continue.
After breakfast, the elder brother and a group of people clamped the bone shovel under his arm, shrank his neck and sleeves, and walked out of the tribe gate, and then went to the field that had not been finished.
Most of the green leaves that had been frosted before were wilted and drooped listlessly on the ground.
A group of people, such as Lame, Wood, Liang, and Heiwa, did not go to the ground, but according to the order of Han Cheng, who was watching the growth of rapeseed there, to collect the branches about one centimeter in diameter.
Some people wondered what the son wanted these branches to do, but they still did.
Of course Han Cheng wants these branches to be useful, and they are still very useful.
The great use of tribal security.
With the advent of winter, security issues must be tightened. Fire prevention and theft prevention are not just talk, but need to be done.
Last winter, the Teng Snake Tribe came to attack, and what impressed Han Cheng the most was not the wall played a great role, but the dead trees hidden under the snow.
In that battle, these dead trees played a huge role, so that the people of Teng Snake Tribe would have been greatly damaged before they approached the wall. If not, the damage suffered by the Blue Sparrow Tribe in the last war would be Bigger.
With continuous consumption, these trees around the fence are now basically cleared.
For the Qingque tribe, this is undoubtedly missing a powerful barrier out of thin air.
Although there is a wall ditch on the outside of the Qingque tribe, it will become extremely cold in winter and the wall ditch will be frozen, so in winter, the role of the wall ditch will be greatly reduced.
In this matter, some insightful people in the Qingque tribe have long put forward their own views, wanting the son of God to keep all these dead trees in order to guard the Qingque tribe.
These people include witches, senior brothers, and those who have learned about this battle in detail, as well as Junior Brother Sha.
Han Cheng felt that it was a pity to leave so much wood here to spoil, so he insisted on clearing all these trees.
But before I say this, I first gave a solution to the defense.
The way is to limp what the other person is doing.
Limp picked up a bifurcated branch that was more than two meters long, estimated the distance, and placed it on a thicker trunk. With a stone axe made of wood in his right hand, he cut it diagonally against the trunk. Go down.
According to Han Cheng's request, the branches found by the crowd were very hard, with a seemingly heavy axe, not even a quarter of it was cut off.
The left hand, which was holding the branch with a limp, turned the branch a half circle, and then chopped it down with an axe, and then set aside the stone axe, holding the branch with both hands and smashing it forcefully, the branch broke from the break.
Then put it on the left hand side. There, there are already a bunch of cut tree segments, about thirty centimeters long.
Seeing that the limp had cut off a bunch of tree segments~EbookFREE.me~ Han Jincheng stopped the wood and stopped looking for suitable branches. Instead, a fire rose not far away.
Bring these crippled tree segments over and put them aside, pick up a few and put the two ends into the fire for a while, and then start to polish them on the previously held stone.
After both ends were sharpened, they stopped and put the polished wooden sticks together.
After finding enough branches to pile up into a large pile, Heiwa and the others also stopped, brought a stone axe, and limped quickly to cut the branches.
The others followed Han Cheng's and the wood's way of cutting off the branches.
The stone axe is not an easy job. After a while, the lameness is already sweating profusely. Even if the animal skin wrapped around the body is opened, the white mist is still transpiring on the head, as if the inner strength is reaching the highest level. After the three flowers gather, the five spirits are general.
Han Cheng watched for a while, then let the wood take over the limping branches, and let the limping do the lighter work of grinding the branches.
Heiwa was also replaced.