Emperor Penguin Bird Breeding Online

The cheetah didn't show any intention of leaving, and Song Wen naturally didn't want to drive it away.

After Fatty came back, Song Wen's worries calmed down, and he was determined to continue to supervise the construction on the wasteland.

Before leaving, the elder secretly asked Song Wen, "Can you leave it here?"

After all, there are still many members of their Black Crow clan in the wasteland, and the elders can't let the other party have a chance to hurt the clansmen. As a last resort, the elders don't want to withdraw their clansmen back to the cave. When the tribesmen were working here, they were much more energetic than before, and even the cubs who hadn't reached the transformation stage seemed to be healthier.

Of course, for the elders to allow the clansmen to work on the wasteland, it must be because there is not much danger for them here.

Song Wen looked at the cheetah not far away. The cheetah had been following Ah Pang's side, in the posture of a guardian. The well-fed cub was lying on the clean reeds at the last glimmer of the sun setting. Dry feathers on a mat.

There is a pool on Snake Island, where the dolphins were placed temporarily, and the water in it has been replaced with clean fresh water.Fatty said he wanted to bathe the cheetah, so he took the cheetah into the pool. Unfortunately, cheetahs are afraid of water by nature. It felt like it was only because it was a cub that was cleaning it, so it gritted its teeth and endured it desperately, not allowing itself to escape.

The two tossed and tossed for a long time before they came out of the pool wet, and they didn't know if this playful cleaning method had washed the hair clean.

The drenched cheetah looks a little pitiful, and now its eyelids are drooping, and only the tips of its ears move occasionally, allowing Ah Fatty to turn itself at will, so that every hair can be warmed The sun shines.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt your people." Seeing that Song Wen didn't know how to answer, Yi interjected.

The elder looked at him, perhaps because Yi belonged to the ancient winged bird family, the elder trusted Yi very much, even though he knew that the wild species were not of the same race as them, the cheetah seemed to have a strong attack power, but after hearing that Yi would definitely With these words, the elder's worries were slightly eased.

"Then I'll let them all come over tomorrow. Ah Da took them to make another batch of ironware in the past two days. The house you mentioned can also be started."

Speaking of the house, Song Wen cheered up. They found a bamboo forest in the forest, and now they have burned out the cement. They can try to build a bamboo-reinforced concrete house. "I will refine the design of the house. Some, I will trouble you at that time."

It is not easy for a group of novices who have no construction experience to start building a house, but Song Wen didn't intend to make it too complicated. Song Wen was guiding. Song Wen was looking forward to what the first concrete house built in this wild world would look like. If it was comfortable and convenient, these Black Crows would probably want to abandon their bird nests and live in cement. Go in the room, it will save Song Wen to think about the reason and fool around.

After chatting with the elder for a few more words, Ah Que took the elder and left, but Ah Miao, who were in charge of forging iron and mixing cement, would now rest directly on the wasteland, and they even moved their bird's nest and stuffed it Go inside the straw shed, so that even if it is foggy in the morning, their feathers will not be wet.

Song Wen gave up the wooden house to Cheetah and Ah Pang. When Cheetah ran into the house, Ah Hen cautiously took small steps and left with the cub eggs. The vine melon seedlings that went down have already grown leaves, but because a batch of seedlings were bred and planted on the wasteland, these vine melon seedlings looked much sparser, and they were not as good as the newly grown vine melon seedlings on the wasteland.

Ah Hen took the cub's eggs and pricked them into the vine melon seedlings. The green leaves couldn't cover the tall emperor penguins. Song Wen wanted to take Ah Hen into the hut, but Ah Hen was unwilling.

The climate in the southern land is warm, and emperor penguins are covered with thick fur, so they are not afraid of the chill at night. Seeing that Ahen can't be persuaded, Song Wen is also a little helpless, so he hugs the quilt and finds a grass where he can see Ahen. Shed make do with a night's sleep.

"Song Song." Yi lit several braziers on the bank for illumination, and then walked to the thatched hut where Song Wen slept.

After arriving on land, they can't fall asleep at night like they did when they were in the sea. The land is much more dangerous than the sea.

Although this area is a saline-alkali land, there are not many crops and no large animal circles occupy this poor land as their own territory, but there are still some carnivores such as wild wolves and foxes that come to the wasteland from time to time. , At night, they still have to arrange people to hold vigil.

In order to help Snake Turtle, she usually sleeps during the day, and wakes up late at night to watch for them. It is still early, and after checking around Snake Turtle Island, there are no insects with eyes that are not long-eyed. Came here with a large bundle of freshly split firewood.

The night on the wasteland was very quiet. There was no vegetation on Shegui Island, and even the chirping of insects could not be heard, only the "crackling" sound of the fire next to it.

"Does your hand still hurt?" Song Wen patted the straw mat beside him, motioning for Yi to sit over.

"It doesn't hurt." Yi shook his head, and stretched out his hand obediently.

A layer of bandage was tied on the palm, and some grass juice was stained on it, which turned dark green after a long time.Song Wen untied the bandage, and the tiger's mouth was scratched a little with a bone spur because of drug use before, and now it has stopped bleeding, but naturally the scab hasn't scabbed over a day, maybe it's because Yi used a little force before, and it's still faint. There are signs of cracking again.

Song Wen changed some new hemostatic medicine for him, put on a clean bandage and tied it again, and complained: "Didn't you agree not to use force with this hand for a few days? What if the wound cracks and becomes inflamed again? "

"I'm sorry." Yi obediently admitted his mistake.

After Yi's wound was re-treated, Song Wen brought over a few wooden boards, on which some simple floor plans of the house were drawn, and the functions of each room were assigned.

There is clay suitable for firing pottery near the Beihe River. Song Wen wanted to arrange the sewers in the house. After all, the cement house has been made. What is more convenient and comfortable than a modern house?

It's just that Song Wen has to consider and study the specific layout, and it is estimated that he will have to adjust and modify it on the spot during construction. Song Wen doesn't think that he, a novice in construction, has the ability to do it in one step.

Although Yi learned a lot from Song Wen, he couldn't understand the floor plan. He propped his head and looked at it for a while and wanted to doze off, but his body always felt a little itchy, and he couldn't scratch it with his hands. The itching made him feel uncomfortable, and even the expression on his face was weird.

Hearing the rustling noises around him, Song Wen stopped the stick of charcoal in his hand for modification, looked up, and saw Yizheng stretched his hands behind his back, posing in an awkward posture.

"what happened?"

"Itchy." Yi looked at Song Wen pitifully, his eyes full of expectation.

Song Wen chuckled, put the wooden planks and charcoal sticks aside, picked up a wet towel and wiped off the charcoal dust on his hands, then patted his knees, and said to Yi dotingly: "Come here, I'll give you a scratch."

Yi showed a reserved smile, but his movements seemed a little impatient. As soon as Song Wen finished speaking, he put his head on Song Wen's lap familiarly.

Song Wen pulled up the animal skin coat on his body. Yi's skin was very fair when he was a child, but now it has turned into a beautiful wheat color. He looks healthy and full of strength at first glance, unlike Song Wen's muscles that feel soft to the touch. Same.

Song Wen's slender fingers lightly brushed over Yi's back, and Yi couldn't help humming comfortably, "Where is it itching?"

"A place for wings."

Song Wen stretched his fingers to the position of the shoulder blades. Because Yi was half on his side, most of his back was blocked by shadows. In addition, Song Wen's eyes did not fall on Yi's back at the beginning. If you touch the wing, you will find that something is wrong. Why does it feel a little hairy?

Song Wen changed the direction of Yi, and looked in the direction of Yi's shoulder blade with the light of the fire, and saw that the place slightly below the shoulder blade was covered with a layer of small fluff, which looked like the shape of a wing.

"Xiaoji, didn't you take the wings back?" Song Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed it, confirming that the fluff didn't get stuck anywhere, but grew directly from under the wing's skin.

Yi propped up his head and looked at him with doubts in his eyes, "I'm in human form now."

The transformation of the beastman is either a full animal form or a full human form, and it is impossible to keep the two forms showing together. Song Wen didn't know why there was fluff on Yi's back, and his expression became a bit dignified, "Besides feeling itchy Besides, is there any other discomfort?"

Yi shook his head, let alone discomfort, he felt that his body seemed to be better than before. This feeling was a bit like the first time he moulted and began to deform, as if every inch of his body was full of strength.

Yi told Song Wen how he felt, and Song Wen gently stroked the fluff with his finger. It was related to Yi's body, and he dared not be careless, but now the elder of the Black Crow Clan is not here, so he can only ask the elder tomorrow if he knows I know what the reason is, and I don't know if it has something to do with the blood of the ancestor of the bird.

"Song Song." Seeing that Song Wen only touched it and then fell into deep thought, Yi couldn't help calling him.

"What's the matter? If it's uncomfortable, I'll ask Kojima to see if it knows what's going on."

"It's not uncomfortable." Yi's ears were a little red, "You don't need to ask them, I'm in good health, but can you scratch me, I'm itchy."

After Yi finished speaking, he looked at him with scorching eyes. Song Wen felt as if his heart had been scalded. He coughed lightly, traced his fingers lightly along the path of the fluff, and asked in a low voice, "Is it like this?"

"Well, scratch it again." Yi's eyes became brighter, as if a fire was burning inside, ready to jump out and swallow Song Wen at any moment.

Song Wen paused, and then slid across the little fluff over and over again.