Chapter 569: Natural, natural, not to be lost

That's because Lao Tzu's child can be certain that it is biological, yours...
Han Cheng, who was rushing all the way back, would definitely make complaints like this if he knew what a few people thought.
Of course, even if it is a complaint, the people in the tribe don't care much.
Every era has the characteristics of each era, and the things that future generations care about extremely. In this era when struggling to survive and everything is alive as the highest goal, people really don't care much.
"We will clean up and go back."
Wu stood here surprised at Han Cheng's speed for a while, after thinking about it, he spoke to others.
"Born... is it born?"
Han Cheng, panting for running, asked the oncoming iron head eagerly.
"Yet...not yet..."
Tietou was a little stunned by the speed displayed by the child.
Isn't it a dystocia?
The more caring people encounter things, the easier it is for them to think badly.
What are you thinking about!
Han Cheng took a mouthful to himself, stretched out his hand and patted Tietou to show his gratitude to Tietou for coming to report the letter, and then kept running towards the tribe without stopping.
Tietou stayed on the spot for a while, then turned around and ran with Han Cheng, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the child and was left behind.
Panting all the way to the gate of the tribe, Han Cheng rushed in without much pause, and kept walking towards the room where he lived under his feet.
After running a distance of more than 20 meters, I realized that something was wrong.
There was no one outside the room where I lived. Instead, there were a lot of people in the toilet, which was noisy.
Didn't Bai Xuemei give birth in the toilet?
Han Cheng stopped and walked to the toilet. After just two steps, he heard the cry of the baby in the chaotic life.
"It's born! It's born!..."
A voice of joy followed.
Han Cheng stayed on the spot all of a sudden, all the chaotic voices subsided, leaving only the loud cry of the baby.
Han Cheng stayed here blankly, the baby's crying touched some parts of his heart.
I don't know why, it should be an extremely happy moment, but he shed tears unconsciously.
"God... Son of God, inside..."
Tietou ran in from behind panting and said to Han Cheng, pointing in the direction of the toilet.
Han Cheng just woke up from a dream, quickly wiped the water off his face, and then walked towards the toilet without a word.
The people near the toilet saw Han Cheng who had come in stride, and quickly let out a way so that Han Cheng could go in and visit Bai Xuemei and her children.
My own cub was born like this, so he became a father like this?
While Han Cheng's heart was stirring, he also had some unbelievable, a strange feeling circling in his heart.
With your own baby, you can become a dad in the future, you can coax your children to play, you can change the way for your children to make good food, you can hug and hold them high...
As soon as I walked to the door of the toilet, with a lot of inner drama, the novice dad Han Da Shenzi who had just become a father, he began to fantasize about entering the role of dad.
This is the second time that Han Cheng entered the women's bathroom after he sneaked into the women's bathroom because of curiosity when he was going to school.
Compared with the secret feeling of inner anxiety that time, this time it is much more upright and confident.
That kind of excitement and anxiety didn't appear at all, and he didn't even realize that he was going into the women's bathroom.
The scene in the toilet has appeared before Han Cheng's eyes.
Huo two, Ruhua, Qingcao, Zhuang, and other women from the Qingque tribe surrounded it.
The slightly wide area is covered with a piece of nitrated leather.
The skin is full of filth right now, and the bare-chested, pale-faced Bai Xuemei is sitting on this skin, holding a meat ball in her arms.
Xiao Rou Tuan was not honest, kicking his hands and feet, crying with his mouth open.
"Brother Cheng, look."
Bai Xuemei saw Han Cheng coming in, with a smile on her pale face, and lifted the small meatball to Han Cheng's side.
Seeing Xiaorou Tuan's fierce bouncing, he was worried that he might fall, and hurriedly took it back into his arms, with an awkward posture, obviously not very capable of holding a soft child.
This scene was not good at all, and it was still in the summer toilet, but Han Cheng felt that it was more beautiful than all the sights he had seen.
Seeing Bai Xuemei's appearance, Han Cheng was relieved, obviously there was nothing serious about it.
He walked a few steps quickly to the front of Bai Xuemei, stretched out his hand and rubbed her sweat-soaked hair, and then looked down to see the child who was bouncing.
"I'm going! So ugly..."
The baby was obviously just born, the umbilical cord was not cut off, and it was not cleaned. His body was slippery and his skin was wrinkled.
The tender skin was a little purple, and his hands were tightly held together, held on top of his head, and moved with the cry from time to time.
Suddenly, it looked like a monkey...
Han Cheng, who had just returned his dad’s heart, lost love in an instant. Is this guy really his own?
Even though he had seen a lot of babies who were just born, Han Cheng couldn't help but dislike it.
This is quite a bit different from the pink, fleshy, milky milk doll in the imagination.
After watching for a while, he stretched out his hand to pull the little guy's leg to one side, revealing the key parts.
Well, this is up to you.
Dislike it, dislike it, after all, it's his own life, and there must be no less things to do.
Turning his head to look, seeing that warm water, knives, and willow water were all ready, Han Cheng proceeded to the next step honestly.
First rubbed his hands with willow water, and then sterilized the knife.
Put the bone knife on the umbilical cord~EbookFREE.me~ with strength, slowly pull it to cut it, and then tie a knot.
There is a reason why sharper iron knives are not used. Iron is easy to rust with careful maintenance, and the iron knives of the Qingque tribe cannot escape this fate.
Han Cheng who wanted to increase the number of people in the tribe, of course, would not let people cut the umbilical cord with an iron knife.
After handling the umbilical cord, Han Cheng took the slippery little meat ball from Bai Xuemei's arms and washed it carefully and gently in the warm willow water, very seriously.
Well, ugliness is a bit ugly, but after all, it is his own.
The hand touched the little guy's body, soft and tender, very comfortable.
I don’t know if the warm water makes the little guy feel like he is back in his mother’s stomach and feels safe. The little guy who was crying cried but quieted down. It seems to be a novice dad like Han Cheng. The waiter is extremely satisfied.
The little guy was cleaned up seriously and dried with linen cloth. Han Cheng took the small linen package that Zhuang handed over, and wrapped him up.