Chapter 540: Goose Martyred

The unexpected change surprised Han Cheng. He quickly stepped back two steps and released the fingers that hooked the bowstring.
He didn't want to be hit by the wild geese, which was like a bomb.
Moreover, he is still on the wall now, even if the direct damage from the wild goose's desperate attack on the body is fatal, but if he is pushed down the wall, it will not be very comfortable.
What's sad is that at such a moment, facing the straight down the wild goose, he was not too clever in archery, and the arrow was shot in the air without any accident, and the wild goose was getting faster and faster. Keep bumping down.
Happily, the wild goose did not come at him.
With a loud "bang!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was accompanied by a cry of pain from the wild goose. The wild goose that fell from the sky slammed into the wall, right next to the wild goose that died of an arrow.
The wild goose did not die, but from such a high distance straight down, it was almost too far away from death.
One of its wings was broken, and its long neck was bent weakly on one side, and blood came out of its nostrils and eyes.
The red mouth was also rolled up by the knock, and blood was leaking inside.
Its wailing sound was much smaller than before, but it was even more miserable.
It moved its body diligently, leaning against the wild goose that was killed by the arrow, and with its curled up mouth, it labored to tidy the feathers of its dead partner.
The blood in the eyes and nose rubbed against the dead wild goose, making the whiteness stained with a dazzling red.
The miserable geese call gradually became lower, and gradually became inaudible.
When everything was quiet, the wild goose that fell from the sky placed its curved neck on the neck of the wild goose that died with the arrow, and it was motionless.
On one side, Han Cheng was holding a bow, looking at the scene in front of him, a little startled, mixed with mixed feelings in his heart.
After hunting the wild goose, the joy of taming into a big goose disappeared, leaving only the unspeakable taste.
He looked at the bow in his hand, and then at the two wild geese cuddling together, for the first time he felt that what he did was a little wrong.
Ask what love in the world is, and teach life and death.
Flying from the north to the south, the old wings are back in the cold and heat.
If you have fun and parting, you will be more idiots.
The king should have a word, thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and snow, who is the only shadow to?
Because Li Mochou often talked about it, Han Cheng deliberately checked the "Yanqiu Ci" before and memorized the first half.
Previously, I only thought that the two big eagles of the Guo family in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" were only literary works. I felt that the death of the wild goose encountered by Mr. Yuan Haowen was extremely rare, but I did not expect it to be like this today. The unexpected happened before my eyes.
It is impossible to say that the heart is not touched.
At this moment, Han Cheng suddenly regretted shooting the goose this time, and even wanted to throw away the bow and arrow in his hand, but he still held it tightly after all.
With the sound of the wooden ladder, Tietou climbed up all the way and saw the two wild geese dead together. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He could eat more meat at noon.
Just when he was about to reach out to carry them to open his stomach, Han Cheng stopped them.
Han Cheng handed the bow and arrow in his hand to Tietou, and he stooped to hold two big geese, and carefully descended down the ladder.
The iron head behind scratched his head, wondering what happened to the son.
The escaping wild goose flew back and was killed by itself. Isn't it a very good thing that your tribe has an extra prey out of thin air?
Why does the child look very unhappy?
Han Chengqiang squeezed out a smile and held the geese, nodded to the minors who had asked him for credit, and praised him.
Then put the two wild geese down in the head, picked up a handful of shackles and bone shovel, and carried them out of the courtyard.
Stopped on the west side of the courtyard wall, chose a quiet place, dug a hole to bury them, and created a small grave.
Another piece of split wood was found, and the word'Yanqiu' was written on it and stood in front.
The rest of the geese can be eaten by the people of the tribe, and he really can't let go of these two geese.
The people who followed Han Cheng's surprising behavior, Wu, Big Brother and others said they couldn't understand it.
They didn't understand why the son of God wanted to bury two prey that seemed to be a lot of flesh. Isn't it all wasted?
If someone else dared to do this, without someone else speaking, Wu would roll up his sleeves and teach him a lesson, but the son is an exception.
The son of God in this tribe is the real boss, so naturally he does whatever he wants.
After Han Cheng bowed to Yanqiu, he turned and left without telling Wu why they did it.
After doing these things, Han Cheng felt much better when looking at the group of minors running happily with Yan Ling.
After hunting, we still have to hunt. Without enough meat, how can we raise the people of the tribe strong?
And he himself is a carnivorous existence.
Although this event touched him a lot today, it still couldn't make him give up hunting.
There is no way to do this. It was originally an era where the weak and the strong eat the strong. People must eat food while they are alive. It can only be born with all things to feed people.
What Han Cheng can do is not let people eat these two affectionate geese and erect a simple monument for them.
But today's wild goose meat, he would not eat it.
After adjusting his mood for a while, Han Cheng began to command people to heal the wild geese who survived.
At the same time as the wounds were cured, the feathers on their wings were cut off by repeated tricks so that they could not fly. This was a major step in domestication.
There were a total of eight wild geese who were wounded and not dead. Excluding the two buried by Han Cheng, only three died.
Eight living geese were temporarily put into the chicken pen. After a few days, another goose pen would be set up next to the chicken pen for them to live in.
The few that died were not treated as such. After being plucked, they had their stomachs broken, salted and then slowly roasted over fire.
At lunch, a few more roasted golden things came out.
Han Cheng, who had already made up his mind not to eat wild goose, swallowed secretly.
The big brother gave Han Cheng a piece of plump goose breast meat and a goose leg.
Han Cheng wanted to refuse out loud, but he didn't say anything to refuse until the big brother put the food down and left.
Well, let this goose meat here first, and distribute it to the children later.
Han Cheng found a reason for himself, then went to drink the millet porridge in the bowl, trying not to look at the goose meat in the bowl in front of him.
Goose with a layer of honey should taste very delicious.
Otherwise, the witch who has lost his teeth would not leave his favorite millet porridge without drinking it, and deal with a goose leg in his hand wholeheartedly.
The big brothers will not even chew the bones to eat.
Or just a sip?
Anyway, this is not the two passionate geese...
In the delicious temptation~EbookFREE.me~ Han Cheng kept sliding towards the edge of sin, and finally fell into the abyss, still indulged in it, unable to extricate himself.
People who tasted a little bit better, after eating all the goose meat in the bowl, they still licked their greasy mouth with some undying meaning.
If it weren't for thinking of the remaining few wild geese to be used to domesticate them into geese, he is likely to have a knife on them.
As for the previous sentimentality, it still exists, but it does not affect Han Cheng's eating meat.
Well, I can’t stop eating meat while feeling sentimental.
The number of geese shot to death was odd, but no other geese came to die in love. I think these are the emotional discord between husband and wife.
Compared with the two wild geese, they are really far from each other, and it is despised.
Only by being eaten can we better express the feeling of spurning in my heart...
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