I am a Primitive Man

? In the past early morning, Han Cheng was basically woken up by the rooster who didn't bully the little hen but screamed like a broken gong. This morning was an exception.

He opened his sleepy eyes and lay on the warm bed, feeling the slight tingling in his lower abdomen, and listening to the cheering and joy of the children. After listening for a while, a smile appeared on his face, and then he climbed up from the kang. , Put on clothes and shoes twice, ran out the door.

The love for snow completely exceeds the fear of the cold.

The door opened, and the cold air rushed towards his face. The whiteness outside made people's eyes bright, only that the whole world had become clean.

Snowflakes in the sky are still falling silently, blending into this whiteness, and wanting to cover the earth with thicker quilts, these snow-crazy children in the tribe chase and fight in the snow.

All of them were covered with a thick layer of fur, which looked like chubby bear cubs.

At this time, there are no old farmers. If there are some, they will be full of longing. They said the last sentence of ‘Ruixue Zhaofeng Year’, or ‘this year’s three-layer quilt in Mai Gai, and sleep with your head in the pillow next year. ’Used to express their expectations and yearning for a better life.

Han Cheng stood at the door and watched for a while, then happily ran out of the room and ran into the whiteness.

The blessed general with a big belly, his skills are still very vigorous, and his buttocks are spreading in the snow, leaving plum blossoms.

The girls Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli did not chase and fight in the snow like those boys, but stood in front of the house, watching the rows of crystal clear ice cones hanging on the eaves, their mouths grew slightly. , A look of surprise and longing on his face.

Many adults, just like these children, looked at the scene they had never seen in amazement. At this time, seeing the son of God got up, they all gathered around and asked about it, pointing to the eaves.

Han Cheng was only looking at the snow just now. When they said this, they discovered the beautiful and somewhat spectacular ice hanging under the eaves.

The entire courtyard and the distance are covered by the silver that falls this night, but there is one exception, this is the roof of the Qingque tribe.

Because all the rooms of the Qingque tribe have kangs burning in them, the roofs are also warmer than the rest. As soon as the snow falls on it, the warm embrace melts into a stream of spring water.

After sliding down the tile like fish scales, it solidified at the eaves.

That’s good, you don’t have to worry about the roof collapse due to heavy snowfall, and you don’t have to clean the snow on the roof from time to time, which saves a piece of work.

After Han Cheng explained the reason to everyone, he asked several adults to break the ice hanging at the door.

This thing is a safety hazard. If the ice just falls off the door and hits by this hard cone of ice, it will be uncomfortable, especially if it is pierced by sharp ice.

The broken Bing Ling has become the favorite of these children, holding the rare ones in his hands one by one, even if his small hands are flushed with cold, he refuses to throw them away.

If there is no Bing Ling, they begged the adults to pick some, and the adults asked the **** son, facing this kind of things they had never seen before, they did not dare to act lightly.

After getting a positive answer from Han Cheng, some ice in the rest of the place was broken off.

Someone who couldn't resist the temptation of this crystal clear thing, quietly put Bing Ling into his mouth, and the white teeth made Bing Ling squeak.

As their **** son, Han Cheng is naturally more playful than these children.

In the extremely regretful gazes of Xing, Xiaomei and others, Han Cheng broke the big and good Bing Ling in his hand.

These children who had received Bingling for the first time couldn't help hiding the Bingling in their hands behind, worrying that the son of God would also break them.

While everyone was extremely puzzled, Han Cheng took ten small tree sticks about 30 centimeters in length and the rope and returned, and the other hand held a few thatch.

The tree sticks were overlapped by him and tied together from the middle to form an irregular circle, then the thatched pole was broken off in the middle, put in his mouth and started blowing against a piece of ice.

The warm air flow passed through the hollow thatch pole and flowed out from the other end, and a small pit soon appeared on the solid ice.

Han Cheng did this when he was a child, but he used ballpoint pen barrels.

I don't know if it is because his body has become smaller and his mental age has also become smaller. The childlike innocence of him suddenly became enthusiastic.

The children on the sidelines widened their eyes. They never thought that there would be such a way of playing.

The Son of God is the Son of God. Not only is it far from others in business matters, but even playing with others is far behind.

Seeing this, Han Cheng gave these children a piece of thatch poles so that they could blow holes in the ice like himself.

The children who had been eager for a long time let out a cheer, took the thatch pole, and squatted on the ground to start this kind of fun.

Han Cheng stopped, and used the thin ropes he took out to wear these ice creams. After they were tied up, they were tied to the circular wooden shelf made not long ago, and they were tied three times in total.

Han Cheng held the rope left on the skeleton and lifted the ice-like wind chime. The crystal-clear ice slammed against each other, making a pleasant sound.

The children who were around grew up with big mouths, and looked at the very beautiful thing in the hands of the **** son, who didn't know the name, and was a little stunned for a while.

They couldn't imagine that the Bing Ling, which they were afraid of breaking in their hands, would become so beautiful and have such a big change after being manipulated by the **** child for a while.

This is true for boys who are happy or not, not to mention girls who are born to like these things. Looking at this crystal clear and beautiful wind chime~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a heart is about to melt. .

Han Cheng stepped on the wooden pier and hung the wind chime on a wooden stick nailed to the wall under the eaves. He clapped his hands and looked at the results of his morning labor, feeling very satisfied.

The appearance of Bingling Windbell suddenly opened a new window for these children in the tribe.

The boys who used to like to run wild in the snow and throw snowballs at each other calmed down, pouting their butts and trying to'drill' holes for the ice. Those women who originally wanted to wait for the thicker snow to build snowmen The child, too, has long put the matter of building a snowman aside, and only wants to make a wind chime as beautiful as the **** child.

The **** son Han Da also forgot about the charcoal. Firstly, he was excited to see the first snow, and secondly, not long after he made the wind chimes, the red-eyed Junior Brother Sha came to look for him.

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