I am a primitive

The reason why the grass sieve buckles so quickly is because the grass sieve is not raised high enough to have a small distance from the ground.

On the other hand, Han Cheng tied two bricks to the upper part of the grass screen.

With such a weight support, after losing the support of the tree stick, it will of course buckle down quickly.

The tree sticks were pulled down and the grass sieve was buckled, and the birds immersed in the delicious food were immediately alarmed.

The fast-reacting birds near the edge of the bamboo sieve fluttered their wings and flew away in panic. Those birds who ate too much were directly pinned to the ground by the bamboo sieve, screaming in panic and anxiety. Many birds are struggling to flap their wings, trying to fly out of the bamboo sieve.

But this is impossible, such a big grass sieve, with two bricks pressed on it, how could they fly, they can only flop around in it.

"Wow~!"

"Woooooo~"

Under the buckle of the straw sieve, when many birds panicked, Little Pea yelled and rushed out from here, along with the excited Gouzi Fujiang and the chubby Tuantuan.

Han Cheng followed behind with a big bag in his hand.

After arriving at the edge of the grass sieve, I did not rush to lift the grass sieve. Instead, I used the bricks placed not far away to build a circle about [-] cm high and low around the grass sieve, leaving a place I made an opening about [-] centimeters wide and narrow, and stretched the bag in my hand here, completely covering the entire gap.

After doing all this, Han Cheng lifted the bamboo sieve from the side where the opening was left.

The moment he lifted the bamboo sieve, some frightened birds got into the bag along the opening.

As for those birds that didn't get into the bag at the first time, it didn't take long for them to get into the bag obediently.

This was not because the bag was so attractive, but because Little Peas, Fu Jiang, and Tuantuan slapped and yelled at the bamboo sieve.

Those birds caught by the bamboo sieve can see the outside scene through the holes in the bottom of the bamboo sieve.

Bombed by these three terrified guys, it would be weird if they didn't go inside the bag.

When there were no more birds under the bamboo sieve, Han Cheng grasped the mouth of the bag, and all the trapped birds could not escape.

This time the harvest is not small, plus the two big turtle doves, there are as many as a dozen of them. If this trend continues, if you catch a few more times, you will be able to make enough dinner for many people. up.

Of course, if it is used to make soup, the ones caught now alone are enough for everyone in the tribe to eat a delicious meal of Baique soup...

Among the birds he caught, Han Cheng liked the two big turtledoves the most.

Except for the color of the feathers, this thing looks very similar to a pigeon, and it tastes similar to a pigeon. It is not the smallest among the birds, and it has meat on its body.

Whether it is baked or boiled, it tastes very good.

However, Han Cheng's favorite way to eat it is to boil it first, take out the meat, tear it into strips, and then mix the shredded pork with the boiled turtledove soup to eat.

But this way of eating can only be thought about now.

Birds, these things, in later generations, were eaten by people in various ways, and when the places where they thrived such as mountains and forests were destroyed and dwindled, the number decreased sharply, and most of them became protected animals.

But in this primitive era, compared with the huge number and complete variety of birds, human beings are more like the existence of precious species that need to be protected.

The Qingque tribe is called Qingque, and the gods and totems worshiped are all Qingque, but the people in the tribe are not friendly to these various birds.

This is mainly because these birds always like to come and eat the crops when the crops are about to mature and after harvesting.

Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the people of the Qingque tribe had a good impression of these birds.

However, even so, it does not prevent them from continuing to worship the blue sparrow totem.

Because what they worship is the green sparrows that have been processed by the Son of God to appear lifelike and exist in the form of pictures, sculptures, and embroidery, not those birds that come to them to beat the autumn wind as soon as the crops are ripe.

After putting the bag containing the birds on Fu Jiang's back, and tied it with a rope to prevent it from falling, Han Cheng pointed to Fu Jiang in the direction of the tribe, and Fu Jiang took four steps forward. He ran towards the tribe with his legs dangling, leaving strings of plum blossoms in the snow.

After Fu Jiang left, Han Cheng and Xiao Wandou re-arranged the trap.

The bricks are removed, the bamboo sieve is set up, and the dried millet is sprinkled again.

After finishing these things, the two of them and the panda hid in the bamboo forest again, and Fu Jiang also ran back from the tribe.

The bag that was carried back was empty, and the bag had also shifted its position, from its back to its mouth, the kind that had been folded by someone.

Han Cheng took the bag from Fu Jiang's mouth, and then reached out to touch Fu Jiang's head.

After being touched on the head, Fu shook his tail happily.

"Son, this time you pull."

Han Cheng handed the rope to Xiao Wandou.

Little Pea took the rope, excited and nervous.

After the experience just now, there were no birds around the sieve for a while.

After this situation continued for a while, some birds began to fly over from other places, landed on the edge of the bamboo sieve, and continued to test.

There is a bird here, and soon the rest of the birds will fly over.

"Dad, pull?"

Little Wandou looked at the birds, her little face was tense, and it was obvious that he seemed rather nervous and apprehensive.

"You can do it yourself. If you think you can pull it, you can pull it. If you can't pull it, you can wait."

Han Cheng didn't give an answer directly, but threw the question to Xiaowandou again, letting him figure it out.

After getting such an answer, Little Pea was a little unsure. She looked at the birds and wanted to pull the rope, but she couldn't make up her mind.

Then he turned his head and looked at Han Cheng as if asking for help, wanting to get help from his father.

Facing Xiaowandou's eyes asking for help, Han Cheng still didn't give any answer. He just stretched out his hand to touch Xiaowandou's head, and said in a low voice with a smile, "Look for yourself, Dad doesn't care."

After getting no answer from her father, Xiao Wandou had to turn her head again, staring at the bamboo sieve 30 meters away and the birds around the bamboo sieve with her black eyes.

After looking at it for a while, he jerked the rope in his hand.

The rope tugged, the wooden stick fell, and the bamboo sieve pressing on the brick was buckled down.

Almost at the same time, the bird fluttered its wings and flew away in panic.

After pulling the rope, the strange combination of two people, a dog and a panda, galloped towards the bamboo sieve.

After passing by, Little Pea, whose heart was beating non-stop, lay down on top of the bamboo sieve, and looked inside through the fine and dense bamboo sieve holes.

After taking a look at it, Little Pea almost didn't cry.

Because only one small bird was caught by the bamboo sieve, and the rest of the birds flew away. Compared with my father just now, the gap is not so big.