I am a primitive

Shang and Mao set off again with the caravan. When they left, they beat their chests and promised that they would bring back the soybeans and granite.

Chicken ~ chicken, 21 (yi); duck ~ duck, 28; goose ~ goose, 31 (dialect, one (yue) four tones, the sound produced is not too standard. Use (yuo) four tones, the syllables spelled out in this way It is correct, but there is no such spelling...)

If it rhymes like this, it is the same as cats, three dogs, four, pigs, five sheep, six, cows, seven horses, and eight. It is all about the time these animals need from pregnancy to birth.

The difference is that chickens and ducks are based on the number of days, while cattle and sheep are followed by the unit of 'month'.

Time flies, and 20 days passed in a blink of an eye. The rooster that was hoarded has been hatching for 21 days.

So after sending the caravan away, Han Chengcheng came to the chicken pen to guard it.

As soon as he came here, he heard the faint cry of a little chicken, and Han Cheng was overjoyed immediately.

These guys really came out as promised.

I lay down on the edge of the chicken pen and looked around carefully, but I didn't see the newly born chick. I thought it was crawling under the body of the rooster with a 'loving' face, playing hide and seek in its feathers.

However, in front of the rooster, there was an eggshell taken out of the chicken coop, and inside the eggshell, there were some dried blood streaks.

The chick crowed for a while and then stopped crowing. I don't know if it felt the warmth of the father's love, or through the old rooster, it knew that there was someone not to be messed with outside.

When the surroundings became quiet, Han Cheng could hear some subtle 'bang bang' sounds, which were the chick Wei Wei was pecking hard at the eggshells, wanting to come to this world earlier.

I looked here for a long time, but I didn't see the chicken. Although Han Cheng was a little anxious, he didn't have the slightest thought of blasting the rooster out of the chicken coop.

He knew that now was an important time to hatch the chickens. If the rooster was blown up at this time and kept in the cold for a long time, those chickens that were about to break out of their shells would most likely die inside.

Each little life, apart from becoming a hairy egg, will not have any other changes.

Han Cheng looked here for a while, then left, went to work elsewhere, and then wandered around again.

I came here several times a day, and the old rooster has been lying there, except that it has become more and more 'kind', and there are no other changes.

He is very patient and is determined to hatch every egg into a chick.

If it doesn't move, those newborn chicks won't come out.

Chickens are egg-laying animals that are different from mammals.

Mammalian cubs hide under their mothers and still have milk to eat, while oviparous animals can only starve.

Uh, it seems that even if oviparous animals can eat milk, this brood of newly born chicks will also starve.

Fortunately, newborn chicks are particularly resistant to hunger, unlike mammals, which have to look for milk to eat when they are unstable.

After Han Cheng checked several times, he looked at the sky and knew that the rooster would not 'rise' today, so he left completely.

At night, holding Bai Xuemei in his arms and listening to her stomach for a while, Han Cheng fell asleep.

Not long after falling asleep, he began to dream. He dreamed of two wrinkled dolls, calling him daddy around him. Han Cheng was surprised and delighted.

But the shock also came, the two wrinkled dolls, for some reason, grew a piece of hair, became fluffy, and the mouth became sharper, the more they looked like oversized chicks.

"Hoo~!"

Han Cheng, who woke up from the dream, confirmed that it was just a dream, and his little boy would not be born until several months before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The scene in the dream was really scary.

After Han Cheng stretched out his hand and gently touched Bai Xuemei's body for a while, he couldn't help feeling sleepy and fell asleep again.

"Daddy is here!"

"Daddy is back!"

The two chicken-like cubs howled excitedly, and then flew towards the frightened Han Cheng with flapping wings.

Thinking of the feeling of these two chicken-like cubs digging into his arms for milk, pecking at the key parts with their pointed beaks, Han Cheng turned around and ran away.

"Where is Dad going?"

"Where is Dad going!"

The two chicks fluttered their wings behind and kept running after them.

"I don't have cubs like you, and I don't have milk for you..."

Han Cheng turned around and scolded viciously, running fast with his feet, but in the end he still didn't run as fast as the one with wings...

"Whoo~"

Opening his eyes and feeling everything familiar around him, Han Cheng couldn't help panting.

Thinking of the scene in the dream, he shuddered.

So brutal!

Fortunately, chickens don't eat milk. If so, wouldn't the old rooster who was just a father be tortured to death by those chickens?

Han Cheng couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his chest.

He was a little afraid to sleep, worried that he would dream of those two ferocious cubs again once he fell asleep.

Damn, it's so strange that a series can be made into a dream!

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It was already bright outside, and Han Cheng, who woke up from his sleep, rubbed his head and smiled wryly.

I was tossed by dreams last night enough, I didn't sleep well all night, and I was dazed when I woke up.

If two cubs like this are really born, is that okay?

Lying there dazed for a while, Han Cheng sniffled and started to get up. After washing up, he went to the chicken coop to see the chick.

After passing by, I found that the hatching rooster had come out of the nest, and was leading a group of fluffy balls, looking for something to eat in the hen pen.

This group of newly born chicks, with nascent curiosity, ran back and forth with the rooster, making immature cries from their mouths.

One or two gluttonous chickens focused on finding something to eat on the ground.

It was so easy to find a cut blade of grass and put it in his mouth. Before he could eat it, the other one saw the food and ran to cut it off.

He opened his mouth and pecked at the other end of the blade of grass, and the two started a tug of war like eating rice noodles across the bridge.

The two little guys fought back and forth for a while, and each ate part of the grab.

Tilting his head, he wiped his mouth left and right on the ground, only to find that the chicken father had gone away with the rest of the chicks when he looked up.