Chapter 409: My tummy hurts, Brother Cheng (1)
The chirping of birds shattered the morning tranquility. In the unique tranquility of dawn, the Green Sparrow Tribe, who had slept through the night, rubbed their sleepy eyes and began their day.
With a serene and energetic deanor, Han Cheng opened the door and stretched lazily.
After washing up, he headed towards the chicken coop.
Near the chicken coop, next to the expanded rabbit enclosure, Shaman, who had already risen earlier than him, lay lying there.
Seeing him approach, Shaman just smiled and nodded in greeting without saying much.
Han Cheng, also not in the mood for conversation, smiled back and picked up so dew-covered grass, making his way to the chicken coop.
A few early risers had just cut the grass from the tribe.
Instead of tossing the grass directly into the coop, Han Cheng placed it not far away. He picked up a handful of grass with his left hand and placed it on a wooden board, while with his right hand, he picked up a blackened stone knife soaked in grass juice and started chopping.
After a while, he moved aside a movable wooden fence on the coop and took out an empty pottery basin from inside.
Over ti, the chickens in the coop had grown accustod to humans and, upon seeing Han Cheng open the fence, gathered around eagerly, anticipating their al.
So roosters even lazily sang tunes, seemingly content.
The chopped grass was placed into the pottery basin. Han Cheng then retrieved two handfuls of slightly inferior rapeseeds from a nearby pottery jar and added them to the basin along with the chopped grass, stirring them with a stick.
This was the breakfast for the chickens.
After finishing these tasks, the courtyard of the Green Sparrow Tribe gradually beca lively. People began to wake up one by one, wash up, and then do their usual activities.
After watching the chickens eat, Han Cheng moved aside and removed another fence.
In the vacant space were three chicken nests made of broken pottery filled with dried grass.
So eggs were in the golden grass nests, not entirely white.
There were seven of them!
Han Cheng's face lit up with joy. It seed like these guys had laid plenty of eggs yesterday!
He bent down, collected the eggs from the nest, and placed them in a pottery bowl for storing them.
The chickens in the coop didn't react much to this egg thief-like behavior. Over ti, they had beco accustod to it. Many had seen this since birth, so there was naturally no resistance.
Carrying the bowl of eggs, Han Cheng made his way back to the cave. Fire Two, industrious as always, had just boiled a large pot of hot water.
Han Cheng cracked a fresh egg into a bowl, beat it with chopsticks, and then ladled it in so boiling water from another bowl, creating a bowl of egg drop soup.
The yellow egg flower floated in the center of the water, looking quite appealing, albeit lacking a bit of seasoning.
Nowadays, Han Cheng considers it indispensable to have a bowl of egg drop soup or deer milk in the morning.
He didn't particularly enjoy these things, but rather, he had no choice.
Since last autumn, when he went downstream to harvest hemp, and Bai Xue unlocked new skills in the Fire Tribe, he had often felt that his nutrition was lacking...
The remaining six eggs in the bowl were not eaten but placed in a pottery jar. The jar was filled with nearly half a jar of eggs, totaling around forty to fifty eggs accumulated during this period.
Once he gathered enough, he prepared so grass ash sprinkled with salt, mixed it with water, wrapped it around the eggs, and pickled a batch of salted eggs.
The salted eggs with golden yolks oozing oil were his favorite, especially when eaten with stead buns. Just the thought made one's mouth water...
By the ti breakfast was ready, the early risers had already taken advantage of the coolness and accomplished quite a bit.
Bai Xue's appetite wasn't exceptionally high during breakfast. Han Cheng, preoccupied with thoughts of salted eggs and inspecting the stone roller that had finally been chiseled according to his instructions, didn't notice these details.
After the al and a brief rest to recharge, the energized individuals busied themselves again, attending to their respective tasks.
Even Bai Xue i, whose enthusiasm wasn't exceptionally high, ca to the silkworm-raising area to feed the silkworms with mulberry leaves that seed to have grown larger.
As she fed them, her other hand unconsciously rested on her abdon.
During the molting and spinning stages, the silkworms always had a good appetite. They nibbled incessantly on the tender mulberry leaves, emitting a series of fine chewing sounds.
After watching for a while, Bai Xue i's mood improved considerably, but suddenly, her expression changed, and she pressed her hand more forcefully on her abdon.
After a mont, with furrowed brows and a pained expression, she hurriedly ran to the toilet...
Outside the tribe's main gate, on the vacant land opened up last year for public execution viewing, there were now so relatively idle people.
These relatively idle individuals included Han Cheng, a shaman, and the next-in-line shaman, Shi Tou, who was diligently making his way toward becoming a shaman.
At the edge of the vacant land, a stone pillar about thirty-five centiters in diater and approximately eighty centiters long lay quietly there.
The surface of the stone pillar was not very smooth, appearing sowhat pitted and uneven.
Compared to the polished stone rollers that Han Cheng had encountered in later years, which had undergone who knows how many years of weathering, the newly born stone roller of the Green Sparrow Tribe was much rougher.
However, it was indeed a stone roller.
Limping over with a rectangular wooden fra made of sturdy wood, La lowered the wooden fra from his shoulder and placed it on the flat stone roller.
The two holes left on the wooden fra lined up perfectly with the holes chiseled at the center of each end of the stone roller, each about five centiters deep.
Of course, this was the result of manual support. As soon as one let go, the roller fra, much larger than the stone roller, would imdiately fall off.
La removed the axe inserted at his waist and two wooden pegs that roughly corresponded to the holes in the wooden fra.
With a few clean and sharp strokes, the wooden pegs were firmly embedded in the wooden fra.
The thinner and rounder ends of the wooden pegs were then inserted into the inner side of the wooden fra, entering the stone pit at the top of the stone roller.
After repeating the sa operation on the other end, the roller fra was firmly fitted onto the stone roller.
The deer, which had not been released yet and was still being prepared for feeding, had a simple "deer harness" made of rope placed on its body. The other end was hooked onto the roller fra with a wooden hook.
Han Cheng led the deer forward, and the heavy stone roller began to roll along with it.
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