Chapter 409: My tummy hurts, Brother Cheng (1)

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 demeanor, 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 some 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 time, the chickens in the coop had grown accustomed to humans and, upon seeing Han Cheng open the fence, gathered around eagerly, anticipating their meal.

Some 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 became 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.

Some eggs were in the golden grass nests, not entirely white.

There were seven of them!

After watching for a while, Bai Xue Mei's mood improved considerably, but suddenly, her expression changed, and she pressed her hand more forcefully on her abdomen.

After a moment, 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 some 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 centimeters in diameter and approximately eighty centimeters long lay quietly there.

The surface of the stone pillar was not very smooth, appearing somewhat 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 frame made of sturdy wood, Lame lowered the wooden frame from his shoulder and placed it on the flat stone roller.

The two holes left on the wooden frame lined up perfectly with the holes chiseled at the center of each end of the stone roller, each about five centimeters deep.

Of course, this was the result of manual support. As soon as one let go, the roller frame, much larger than the stone roller, would immediately fall off.

Lame removed the axe inserted at his waist and two wooden pegs that roughly corresponded to the holes in the wooden frame.

With a few clean and sharp strokes, the wooden pegs were firmly embedded in the wooden frame.

The thinner and rounder ends of the wooden pegs were then inserted into the inner side of the wooden frame, entering the stone pit at the top of the stone roller.

After repeating the same operation on the other end, the roller frame 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 frame with a wooden hook.

Han Cheng led the deer forward, and the heavy stone roller began to roll along with it.