I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng is a person who can't stay idle.

On the one hand, there are a lot of things in the tribe. On the other hand, he is good at finding things to do.

Two days after the flower bed was built, he turned his eyes to the chickens in the chicken pen.

It won't work if you don't aim at it, because the noise these guys have been making in the past two days is really too great.

After several years of breeding, the number of chickens has reached more than one hundred.

Among them, most are hens and only five roosters.

The reason for such a big difference is that Han Cheng and the others deliberately controlled it. After all, the rooster at this time had not developed into a fighter among roosters and could not lay eggs.

There are two control methods. One is to pick eggs when the chicks are hatched, and the other is to slaughter the roosters inside to eat meat after the hatched chicks grow up.

There is not much reason to say that not being able to lay eggs is their original sin.

With more wolves and less meat, these guys who are fortunate enough to be "breeders" are painful and happy one by one. This is an upright harem.

Because all the energy is consumed on the hens, these roosters have basically been in peace.

But these days have changed.

I don't know if it was because of the warmer weather and the feeling of spring, these guys began to become restless-fighting in the henhouse when nothing happened, fighting with blood and flying chicken feathers.

At first Han Cheng thought it was the biggest rooster who was picking up the problem, but after observing it several times, he found that it was the smallest guy who was actually picking up the problem.

This guy, despite his small head, is not a peaceful lord, he fought with four other roosters one after another.

The key is that the four guys who are bigger than it can't fight it, so they have a good body.

If Han Cheng is a person who likes cockfighting, this rooster with explosive fighting power will definitely receive extremely high treatment, but unfortunately, Han Cheng has no interest in cockfighting and quail fighting.

What he is passionate about is to remove the wildness of the domesticated things in the tribe as soon as possible, so that they can become honest, continue to lay eggs, multiply their children, and provide food for the Qingque tribe people for generations.

With these, it was destined that this small rooster was a tragedy.

No matter how horrible it is, it cannot traverse Han Cheng's guy who is more cruel than it.

The upper net in the chicken coop was opened by a corner, and a long-handled net bag made of bamboo poles and nets went in. The guy who just fluttered his wings proudly raised his head and screamed immediately.

He giggled and drilled into the pile of hens.

Han Cheng, who has been fighting these chickens for several years, can let him escape?

After the net bag stretched a few times in it, the gurgling guy in exclamation was put into the net bag and got out.

Holding the two wings of the rooster with one hand and nesting the neck, stepping on the chicken paws, and holding a knife in the other hand, Han Chengcheng was ready to solve the restless guy.

On the one hand, it can kill chickens, and on the other hand, it can make soup for Bai Xuemei.

But the knife didn't go down after all, because he suddenly remembered something he had heard of-hatching a chicken with an old rooster.

It is said that the old rooster was drunk with wine, and then he was gelled. Then, when the drunkenness had not passed, it was placed in the chicken coop where the eggs were made, and the bamboo sieve was used to catch it. Two days later, when the bamboo sieve is removed, the old rooster will lie down in the henhouse and hatch the eggs.

And more conscientious than the average hen.

After the chicks are hatched, they will lead the chicks around for food like a hen.

Because the rooster is more powerful and has better foraging ability than the hen, the rooster grows up the chicks and grows stronger.

Generally, the hen leads the chicks, and when the chicks grow to about a quarter of the size, they will cut off the relationship between the mother and the child.

The rooster does not, it can carry the chicken until it is almost fully grown.

Han Cheng had only heard about this from the older generation at home, and hadn't really seen it before. After all, as long as he remembered, the age of expecting a chicken **** to live has passed, and generally few people would do such a thing again.

This suddenly remembered thing caused Han Cheng's curiosity to arouse, shouldn't he also try this one time?

The **** being carried by Han Cheng seemed to feel that something bad would happen to him. It had given up resistance and struggled again.

Of course, its resistance was ineffective, and was suppressed by Han Cheng very casually.

Then carried all the way to the front of the house.

He **** this guy with a rope and threw it on the ground, found a small broken bowl, grabbed the millet and soaked it with some wine, didn't wait too long, regardless of whether the millet was soaked thoroughly, started to feed the chicken.

Han Cheng's weird behavior immediately attracted the attention of another idle fellow in the tribe.

Wu came over from the rabbit circle and squatted to watch the excitement.

Wu's next behavior vividly explained the saying, "It's not too big to watch the excitement."

After learning the significance of what Han Cheng did from Han Cheng, Wu immediately showed enough surprise.

Because in his memory, it seems that things like childbirth are all done by females, such as people in the tribe, such as rabbits, deer, and these chickens. The hens have always hatched eggs. Come out the chick.

Now he learned from the son of God that a rooster can also hatch a chick. How could this not surprise him?

I started to do it now, and partnered with Han Cheng to irrigate this poor cock.

The **** obviously felt that something was wrong, and closed his mouth and refused to eat.

However, this matter ~www.wuxiahere.com~ can't help the two great sticks of the Qingque tribe.

They found a small bamboo tube, inserted one end into the rooster's throat, and poured the millet mixed with wine from the other end.

One step directly to the stomach, this guy can't help but not eat.

I don’t know if it’s the rooster’s drinking too much, or the Qingque tribe’s wine is too low. A small half bowl of wine is mixed with the millet belly paper puppet. This guy is just a little drunk and dim, and there is still a certain distance from being drunk.

Han Cheng reached out and touched between its chest and neck. After realizing that there was still some room for this guy's cut, he got back some wine and poured it down.

Even people can't bear this kind of irrigation, let alone a chicken.

It was some drinking water again, this high-paid rooster finally couldn't hold the wine, closed its corns, and floated in the clouds.

It doesn't matter if you close your eyes, its chicken life has undergone a great change since then, and it has gone further and further on the road of being both a father and a mother...