I am a primitive

This is a custom in the tribe, and it is exclusive to women who have just given birth!

At the beginning, there were few chickens and ducks raised in the tribe, and the egg production could not increase. When a woman gave birth, the number of eggs and poached bags was far less than now.

But as the living conditions in the tribe continued to improve, the number of eggs gradually increased.

After giving birth, it has become a custom for women to crack eight eggs at once, cook them and serve them for them to eat.

Such a bowl of food is very precious in the tribe. It can not only increase the nutrition of the mothers, but also replenish the physical strength of the mothers during the childbirth process, so that they can recover as quickly as possible.

Of course, due to different personal constitutions, not every mother can eat so many eggs in one go.

If you can't eat, you can give it to your husband, or you can stay and eat it when you want to eat.

Wu took the bowl of egg tea from Ruhua's hand, put it on the side, and then supported Yuan with his hands, helping Yuan to sit up and lean on the bed behind her.

Then he took this bowl of egg tea very thoughtfully, brought it to Yuan's mouth, picked up a hard-boiled egg with chopsticks, and carefully blew air on the egg for a while to cool it down After eating, I started feeding Yuan.

Yuan wanted to serve it himself, but Wu refused, insisting on feeding Yuan himself.

Those things that I cared about in the past are suddenly not worth mentioning at this moment.

Han Cheng had already walked to the side of the room, and wanted to come in with Bai Xuemei to see that Yuan still had children, but after seeing such a scene, he dragged Bai Xuemei out and avoided it for a while.

Otherwise, he felt that he would be fed to death by this big pot of old dog food...

That night, after giving birth to the child, her physical strength recovered to a point where there were no other symptoms. She came out of the delivery room and headed for the room where she and Wu lived.

Yuan hugged himself and Wu's little daughter, and Wu supported Yuan by the side, and the family of three walked forward like this.

Yuan walked very steadily.

This is the benefit of Shunsheng.

Although it was painful at that time, the postpartum recovery was very fast, which was far from what the cesarean section had less pain at the time but was extremely painful postpartum.

Of course, with the current level of medicine in the tribe, such a difficult thing as a caesarean section has never happened before...

People change, and sometimes some people change very suddenly and very fast.

Just like witches.

How much Wu loves rabbits, and how much he likes to feed them, is obvious to all in the tribe.

But since Yuan gave birth to a child and Wu had a biological little daughter, all this changed.

Wu was no longer the same as before, when he had nothing to do, he went to get grass for the rabbits, and when he was free, he lay down there to feed the rabbits, muttered to the rabbits, and hugged a rabbit for a few strokes.

Now Wu is very housebound, and his greatest preference has become to stay in the room.

To be precise, he was lying on the edge of the Kang, and he lay down for a long time.

He didn't do anything, just lying there silently, looking at his little daughter.

The youngest daughter basically ignored the witch, her biggest hobby was sleeping, and then crying.

Crying when we wet the bed, crying after shitting, crying when hungry, and crying when I feel uncomfortable anywhere.

Crying is her greatest magic weapon.

But even so, Wu never felt annoyed, even if the little guy made troubles, his heart was warm.

And he is also very happy to serve his little daughter.

Of course, Wu Po is here to watch, sometimes he is not honest, unwilling to be lonely, he will sometimes talk to the little guy, and will stretch out his fingers to gently touch the little guy's face, Or stretch out your fingers for the little one to hold.

Even though during this process, the youngest daughter basically ignored Wu, but Wu herself still had a great time playing, and the wrinkles on her old face were piled up layer by layer because of this.

Sometimes, Wu Huai would hold the two little jios of his little daughter in his hands, and gently press them with his fingers.

The little guy's little lio is pink and soft to the touch, not to mention how comfortable it is.

It is simply addictive.

Pressing and pressing, Wu couldn't help bringing his old face up, holding the little girl's little girl with his hand, and sticking it to his face, sometimes he couldn't help kissing her twice.

Not to mention how rare it is.

Yuan, who was sitting on the side, saw Wu's appearance, and quietly stretched his feet over, and looked at Wu with anticipation and hints.

Then, Wu, who looked disgusted, pushed him aside without hesitation.

Hmph, where does this woman's feet smell like her little daughter's little jiojio, where can her own daughter's little jiojio be pleasant?

After pushing the round feet aside, Wu once again held his little girl's little jiojio into the palm of his hand.

Such disparity in treatment made Ling Yuan a little annoyed and a little funny, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Wu.

Wu didn't care about this, and just played here with his precious little daughter on his own.

This strong, irrepressible paternal love is going to explode!

Before having her own child, Wu didn't think what it would be like to have her own child.

Now that Yuan gave birth to a little daughter for him, Wu Chenggong has become a 'daughter slave' incarnate, and it is still a very serious kind, much more serious than Han Cheng, who came from later generations.

After another ten days, people in the tribe often saw Wu holding a baby, wandering around the tribe when he was free, making faces at the child from time to time, and making some strange sounds to amuse the child , Talk to the child.

In the past, the shaman, who was very image-conscious in front of the tribe, now has no taboos...

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The wind was blowing, and large areas of withered and yellow grass, with some chilly wind blowing, created waves.

Wave after wave of grass rushed towards each other and headed for the distance.

Among the grass waves, there are large herds of horses and sheep moving.

They look like ships with white sails on the sea, and they look like reefs standing in the water.

Among and around the herds of horses, sheep, and not so many cattle, there are many people.

Many of these people were mounted on horses, holding whips for grazing in their hands, and polished bronze weapons that glowed in the sun.

Many of these people are wandering around the herd of cattle and the crowd, grazing the animals, and at the same time watching over those who are mixed in the herd of cattle, let them move forward with the herd of cattle, don't be careless walk around.

Large tracts of livestock and many people, blown by the autumn wind, flowed over the withered grass and headed for the distance.

The red tiger tribe witch with a missing nose carried a small package on her back and held a stick in her hand. She stepped on the withered grass and walked towards the front relatively slowly.