Chapter 244: Half-winged short-winged bird

The sky is bright, and the thin morning mist flows in the air, making the frozen world more like a black and white ink painting. A layer of hoarfrost had formed on the ground, and the sound of "creak" stepped on it.
Bai Qingqing stood at the door and stretched his lazy waist. The cold air was sucked into his lungs, letting the nightmare's body exhausted.
Last night, Curtis's crushed piles stood up again, but the wood was very fresh, obviously new. Neither Parker nor Curtis, it must be Vincent.
Bai Qingqing said to Vincent: "Thank you Vincent."
"It should be." Vincent glanced at Bai Qingqing and walked to the house with a stone basin, and selected cleanly from the piles of ice and put it in the basin.
This is his daily work. Before Bai Qingqing gets up, he burns out the water he wants to use for a day. Today Bai Qingqing woke up with a nightmare, he didn't have time to do it.
Bai Qingqing walked to the bird shed and looked at the blood stains on the ground. His heart was panic. "One, two, three ... thirteen, just half dead."
The remaining thirteen short-winged birds were all astonished. When they heard the movement, they stuck their heads in their nests and poked their fart-stretched feathers like clusters of yellow-green grass in autumn.
Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis and raised his eyebrows. "Fortunately, you ate the dead bird, otherwise you looked at the heart."
Curtis woke up and was in urgent need of food. More than ten short-winged birds plus four wolf cubs just fed him. After hearing the words, Curtis smiled faintly, "I will catch a new short-winged bird later."
Bai Qingqing shook his head and said, "No more, the cold season is over. There are enough eggs laid by a dozen birds. There are too many wasteful food and noisy."
Parker was ready to go in and pick up the eggs. Bai Qingqing distressed the short-winged birds and said, "Don't scare them today, give them some good food and pick up the eggs after two days."
"Okay." Parker exited the yard and closed the door.
The short-winged bird still huddled in the nest, disguising the plant.
The thorn tree at the door is an evergreen plant, but the thorn tree becomes very hard in the cold season. Bai Qingqing does not have a better toothbrush substitute. He can only pick a thorn tree, rub it in the hide, and brush his teeth gently.
It's also magical. I haven't used a toothbrush and toothpaste for a few months. I used prickly thorn fruit. The teeth of Bai Qingqing not only did not turn yellow, but also became whiter. This thorn tree is like a professional tooth cleaner in the plant industry.
Because young snakes like to crawl around, the door is closed when the fire is burning.
The most feared young snake in the family was Curtis, who was afraid to approach him easily. Bai Qingqing would not leave Curtis, feeling that it was safest to stay with him.
The young snakes crawled on the ground, licking and rubbing there, the curious little eyes and human babies were no different, and Bai Qingqing was suddenly sprouted.
"Baby is good, you will eat it later." Bai Qingqing smiled at a young snake, opened the lid and looked at it, the steamed egg just solidified.
Bai Qingqing said enthusiastically: "Vinson helped me take it, Parker, you go and move the babies' nests, put them in, and I feed them steamed eggs."
Curtis twirled erratically and said with a cold face: "What about me?"
Isn't it the steamed egg for him? Obviously this is his favorite food, he only ended dormancy, isn't this pot prepared for him a snake?
Bai Qingqing was stunned. Out of the polite instinct of the Chinese, she replied in a good manner: "You also have it. Eat together. There was no one eating eggs the other day, and there are so many at home." ->