Chapter 176

The birdhouse smells bad, full of feathers and feces. Parker cleared a clean space with his feet and let Bai Qingqing sit on the ground.

Bai Qingqing asks Parker to catch a short winged bird. She looks at its wings and compares its length. "Cut off this feather," she says

"You can fly if you cut it." Parker was not sure, but he cut off the feather of the short winged bird.

"Ga!" The short winged bird gave a terrible cry, which frightened Bai Qingqing.

Bai Qingqing thought that the short winged bird was just frightened, but soon found that the thick feather pole of wheat straw overflowed with bloodstain. She immediately felt pain in her shoulder blades. She raised her hand to cover her face and said, "I'm sorry!"

Bai Qingqing remembers how he raised chickens when he saw his grandfather in the countryside when he was a child. However, those chickens cut off their wings and feathers when they first grew hard feathers. It's estimated that these birds are too big and their feathers are too hard.

Fortunately, the short winged bird doesn't shed much blood, and can't be found without careful inspection.

Parker, who was used to killing and bloody, didn't care much. He caught the other wing of the bird and cut it down. It was a scream again. Then he let go of the short winged bird, which flapped its wings wildly, only heard the flutter of "poop poop", but the short winged bird failed to fly for half a meter.

Two people in the heart is a loose.

Parker, like the robe of Dharma, cut off the wings of all the birds, and then released them.

The short winged bird naturally wants to escape, but it can't fly when flapping its wings. It can only walk on the ground. After a while, their hair got wet by the rain, and they went back to the birdhouse and squatted.

Bai Qingqing loves them so much that he makes them feel guilty and asks Parker to add food to them. The short winged birds refuse to eat, and eat happily. Because of the large quantity, they also fight for food from time to time. In a word, it's totally different from the style of chicken raising.

After a visit to the birdhouse, Bai Qingqing got a coat of bird hair and went back to the stone house to replace the broken animal skin.

"I hope they don't get sick." Bai Qingqing shivered. "It's cold when it's cold."

Parker helped Bai Qingqing to the fire ash, which was not completely extinguished. He added a dry twig to it, and it ignited with a blow.

Curtis digested the food and swam into the main house in half animal form.

Bai Qingqing is weaving bamboo slices again. He has a dish like a pot cover. Parker sat next to her and smoothed the pieces.

Curtis's heart softened and he swam to Bai Qingqing's side. He put his arms around her waist. "Making a nest for baby snake?"

Bai Qingqing's movements were disordered. With the sound of "ah", a sharp stabbing pain came from his index finger, and a drop of bright red blood rolled down from his fingertip.

Parker immediately looked up at Bai Qingqing. Curtis had caught Bai Qingqing's finger and held it in his mouth.

"Ha ha..." Bai Qingqing smiles stiffly. Can you say that I'm just weaving a vegetable basket? That basket hurts a lot on the back and shoulders.

The finger was scratched by sharp teeth, and Bai Qingqing shrunk his hand. "Don't make the poison in my wound."

Curtis didn't speak with his white fingers. He raised his eyes and gave her a reproachful look. He took a punitive bite.

Bai Qingqing suddenly wrinkled a small face and shrunk his shoulders. "It hurts."

The bone in the trough will be broken! Curtis, do you know that you're very strong?

"Ouch!" Parke stared at Curtis' s throat and yelled, his body leaping.