Chapter 302: What is underwear?

Chapter 302: What is underwear?

The bright sunlight spilled down, and the fragrance of rapeseed flowers wafted in the air with the gentle breeze outside the courtyard.

Han Cheng squatted near the window, observing the bamboo he had planted.

Several small bamboo shoots originally exposed outside had lost their leaves, leaving only bare branches. However, two small bamboo shoots had sprouted from the soil, growing half a foot tall.

These two shoots probably wouldn't survive either, as the buried bamboo whips below didn't provide them with much nutrition.

It seemed that realizing his dream of listening to the rustling of bamboo leaves at night wouldn't be easy.

After observing for a while, he gathered some stones and tiles and enlisted Hei Wa's help to start building something not far from his residence.

Han Cheng was building a doghouse.

The Fu Jiang family had to move out of the house.

Fu Jiang was a hygiene-conscious Husky, but he couldn't control his unruly sons, and as the weather warmed up, the room began to smell.

Just as deer had deer pens and chickens had chicken coops, dogs naturally needed doghouses.

For the Green Sparrow tribe, who could build houses, constructing a doghouse was a piece of cake.

Digging soil, mixing mud, and moving stones and thatch were easy tasks.

Before noon, a doghouse with a roof appeared.

They removed the bedding from the house and placed it inside the newly built doghouse. Then, they caught the puppies running around the yard and stuffed them inside. It was time for Fu Jiang and his family to move to their new home.

Fu Jiang didn't protect the puppies as much as before as the puppies grew. Besides Han Cheng, others could also hold and play with the puppies in their arms.

The puppies and even Fu Jiang weren't very satisfied with this new home. Fu Jiang even wanted to carry the animal hide cushion and return home.

Han Cheng, assuming the role of the master, blocked the doghouse's entrance, not allowing Fu Jiang to come out. Faced with such an evil master, Fu Jiang could only stay inside, looking at Han Cheng helplessly.

" Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng!"

A girl's voice rang out, followed by a figure with two braids running over.

The girl's face was fairer than anyone else's in the Green Sparrow tribe, and as she ran, the two braids on her head swayed back and forth.

Han Cheng rubbed her head with a smile and reassured her, telling her not to worry before following her to the silkworm area.

Initially, the silkworms were barely visible, but they had grown many times larger.

Comparing them, Han Cheng estimated that these silkworms were about one-third the size of modern silkworms.

Usually, they loved mulberry leaves, but now they seemed indifferent to this delicious food, just swaying their heads like snakes.

The front half of the silkworms was semi-transparent, unlike the rest of their bodies.

Having raised silkworms when he was young, Han Cheng knew what was going on with these silkworms.

He reached out and flicked Milk Tea Girl's braids, smiling at her continued concern. "Don't worry, the silkworms are fine. They're about to spin silk."

Spinning silk and such, Milk Tea Girl didn't understand, but she could understand what Han Cheng said about everything being okay.

Over these days, she had seen many of Brother Cheng's skills. Not only could he cure his illness, but many other things made Milk Tea Girl admire him.

If Brother Cheng said everything was fine, then it was fine.

She relaxed.

After watching the dazed silkworms, she asked, "Brother Cheng, what are they spitting silk for?"

After recovering from her cold and fever, her voice was no longer hoarse. It couldn't be described as silver bells, but it sounded much better than before.

"They spit silk to make cocoons, then weave good cloth, and with that cloth, they make underwear for the little wife."

A particular Divine Child said shamelessly without changing his expression.

"What's underwear?" Milk Tea Girl stared with big, round eyes at Han Cheng's ignorant question.

"That's what I wear."

"Oh."

Milk Tea Girl thought with her head tilted to the side, still not understanding what kind of underwear Brother Cheng wanted to make for her.

After thinking for a while, she nodded in confusion, her braids swaying back and forth.Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com