I am a primitive

With more wolves and less meat, those lucky enough to be 'breeders' are in pain and happiness. This is an open harem.

Because they spend all their energy on the hens on weekdays, these roosters have basically been living in peace.

But that has changed in the past few days.

I don't know if it's because of the warmer weather and feeling the breath of spring, these guys began to become restless-fighting in the chicken coop for nothing, with bloody heads and chicken feathers flying around.

At first Han Cheng thought it was the biggest rooster who was causing trouble, but after observing it a few times, he found that it was the smallest guy who was causing trouble.

This guy, despite his small size, is not a law-abiding master. He fought with the other four roosters one by one.

The point is that the four guys who are bigger than it can't fight it, and they have lost their good bodies for nothing.

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

What he is passionate about is to get rid of the wild nature of these things domesticated in the tribe as soon as possible, so that they can become honest, lay eggs and reproduce, and provide food for the Qingque tribe for generations.

With these, it is doomed that this small and tempered rooster is a tragedy.

No matter how horizontal it is, it can't overcome Han Cheng's guy who is more ferocious than it.

A corner of the net above the chicken coop was lifted, and a long-handled net bag made of bamboo poles and nets poked in. The guy who was fluttering his wings and proudly raised his head and screamed, suddenly faltered.

Clucking and clucking, they drilled into the pile of hens.

How could Han Cheng, who had been fighting wits and courage with these chickens for several years, let it escape?

After the net bag stretched and retracted a few times, the screaming and clucking guy was put into the net bag and pulled out.

Grasping the two wings of the rooster with one hand and nestling its neck, stepping on the chicken's paw with one hand, and holding a knife in the other hand, Han Chengcheng was ready to deal with this restless guy.

On the one hand, it can kill chickens to make an example, on the other hand, it can make soup for Bai Xuemei to replenish her body.

But the knife still didn't go down after all, because he suddenly remembered a thing he had heard - using an old rooster to hatch chicks.

It is said that the old rooster is drunk with wine, and then it is given to the gelding. Then, when the drunkenness has not passed, it is placed in the chicken coop where the eggs are prepared, and it is buckled with something like a bamboo sieve. Two days later, after removing the bamboo sieve, the old rooster will lie down in the nest and hatch eggs.

And they are more conscientious than the average hen.

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

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

Generally, a hen leads a chick, and when the chick grows to about a quarter of the size of a chicken, it will sever the mother-child relationship with the chick.

The rooster, on the other hand, does not, and can carry the chick all the way to almost full growth.

Han Cheng only heard about this matter from the older generation in his family, but he had never actually seen it. After all, as long as he could remember, the age of relying on chicken butts to live on has passed, and generally few people would do such a thing.

This sudden thought aroused Han Cheng's curiosity, so why don't you try this operation?

The cock held by Han Cheng seemed to feel that something bad would happen to him in the dark. It had given up resistance and struggled again.

Its resistance was of course ineffective, and Han Cheng suppressed it casually.

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

Tie this guy up with a rope and throw it on the ground, find a small broken bowl, grab the millet and soak it in some wine, and after a while, no matter whether the millet is soaked or not, he starts to feed the chickens.

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

Wu walked over from the side of the rabbit circle and squatted aside to watch the excitement.

Wu's next behavior vividly interpreted the phrase 'it's not a big deal to watch the excitement'.

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

Because in his memory, it seems that things like giving birth are done by females. For example, people in the tribe, such as rabbits, deer, etc., and these chickens, have always been hatched by hens. Out the chick out.

Now he learned from Shenzi that a rooster can also hatch chickens, how could he not be surprised?

Immediately started to do it, and partnered with Han Cheng to feed the poor cock.

The rooster obviously sensed that something was wrong, so he kept his mouth shut and refused to eat.

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

They found a small piece of thin bamboo tube, inserted one end into the rooster's throat, and poured down 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 the rooster's drinking capacity is too good, or the alcohol content of the Qingque tribe is too low. Half a bowl of wine is mixed with millet.

Han Cheng reached out and felt between its chest and neck. After realizing that there was still some room for this guy's crop, he brought back some wine and drank it down.

This kind of pouring method is unbearable even for a human being, let alone a chicken.

After drinking some more wine, this well-paid rooster finally couldn't bear the alcohol, closed his corns, and floated in the clouds.

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

The fifth thirty-eighth chapter is fortunate and even, cut to Yongzhi

As soon as the rooster closed its eyes, the two people who had been waiting for a long time immediately began to attack it.

Sure enough, there is no chance if you are not drunk.

Han Cheng had never done this before, but it was hard for him.

He has often been lying on the side of the chicken pen to peep at the old rooster bullying the little hen, but he still knows where the key parts are.

He stretched out his hand to grab the tail of the chicken called 'Drunken Life, Dreams and Death', and his eyes swam back and forth on the exposed 'chicken'. It didn't take long before he found the location of the important part.

A thing the size of a grain of rice appeared under the pressure of Han Cheng's fingers.

After muttering silently in his heart, the right hand holding the knife moved up unceremoniously, and dropped it without much effort.

The rooster, which was completely stunned, only twitched its legs a little, and then it didn't respond.

Han Cheng looked at it, worried that the castration was not thorough enough, so he gouged it out with the tip of a knife again, which was extremely rough.

There is no need to worry about the life and death of roosters, this kind of thing has extremely strong vitality, and general trauma will not endanger their lives.

In the later generations, Han Cheng had seen an old lady in a village cut open the stomach of a chicken that had eaten food mixed with medicine by mistake, and after getting out the contents, she used a needle and thread to sew clothes on it. What happened.

The method is extremely rough, not as fine as Han Cheng's now, at least in the procedure of drinking and anesthesia, it is not as good as Han Cheng.