Chapter 234: Ice and Wind Chimes

In the early mornings in the past, Han Cheng was basically woken up by the rooster who didn't bully the little hen but screamed like a broken gong, but this morning was an exception.

He opened his sleepy eyes, lay in the warm blanket, felt the slight pain in his lower abdomen, and listened to the children's cheers. After listening for a while, a smile appeared on his face, and then he got up from the kang , put on clothes and shoes three times and two times, and ran out the door.

The love of snow completely surpasses the fear of cold.

The door opened, and the cold air rushed in. The whiteness outside made people's eyes bright, and they felt that the whole world had become clean.

The snowflakes in the sky are still falling silently, blending into the pure whiteness, trying to cover the earth with thicker quilts, these snowcrazy children in the tribe are chasing and playing in the snow.

All of them are covered with a thick layer of fur, looking like chubby bear cubs.

At this time, there are no old farmers, and if there are words, they will definitely be full of longing, saying "auspicious snow heralds a good year", or "this year the three-layer quilt is covered with wheat cover, and the next year will sleep with your head full of pillows." ’ is used to express one’s expectation and longing for a better life.

Han Cheng stood at the door and watched for a while, then happily ran out of the door and into the whiteness.

Fu Jiang, who already has a big belly, is still very vigorous, and he is having fun in the snow with his butt down, leaving plum blossoms behind.

The girls Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli did not chase and fight in the snow like those boys, but stood in front of the house, looking at the row of crystal clear ice cones hanging on the eaves, their mouths grew slightly , with a look of surprise and longing on his face.

Many adults, like these children, looked at this unprecedented scene in amazement, and when they saw the Son of God getting up, they gathered around and pointed to the eaves to ask about it.

Han Cheng was only focused on looking at the snow just now, but now that they said this, he discovered the beautiful and somewhat spectacular icicles hanging under the eaves.

The entire courtyard and the distance were covered by the silver that fell that night, but there was one exception, which was the roof of the Qingque tribe.

Because these rooms of the Qingque Tribe are all heated with kangs, the roof is also warmer than other places. Once the snow falls on it, it will be melted into a pool of spring water by the warm embrace.

After slowly sliding down the scale-like tiles, it solidified at the eaves.

That's good too. You don't have to worry about the heavy snow that will crush the roof, and you don't have to clean the snow from the roof from time to time, which saves a lot of work.

After Han Cheng explained the reason to everyone, he asked several adults to break off the ice hanging from the door.

This thing is a safety hazard. If the icicle just falls off from it when you walk to the door, and you are hit by this hard ice pick, it will be uncomfortable, especially if you are pierced by a sharp ice tip.

The broken icicles became the children's favorite, and they held rare ones in their hands, even if their little hands were red from the cold, they refused to throw them away.

Those without ice, begged the adults to pick some, and the adults asked the Son of God, they dare not act lightly in the face of something they have never seen before.

After getting an affirmative answer from Han Cheng, he just broke off some icicles in other places.

Someone who couldn't resist the temptation of the crystal clear thing quietly put the ice into his mouth, and his small white teeth bit the ice.

As their son of god, Han Cheng is naturally better at playing than these children.

Under the extremely regretful eyes of Xing, Xiaomei and others, Han Cheng directly broke the big and good icicle in his hand.

These children who got the ice for the first time couldn't help hiding the ice in their hands, fearing that the Son of God would break them too.

Amid the extreme puzzlement of the crowd, Han Cheng came back with ten small sticks about 30 centimeters in length and a rope, and the other one held a few pieces of thatch in his hand.

He overlapped the sticks and tied them together from the middle to form an irregular circle, then broke off the thatch pole from the middle, put it in his mouth and began to blow on a piece of ice.

The warm air passed through the hollow thatch pole and flowed out from the other end. On the solid ice, a small hole soon appeared.

Han Cheng did this a lot when he was a child, but at that time he used ballpoint pen holders.

I don't know if it's because his body has become smaller, and even his mental age has become smaller. He does these things with great interest when he is suddenly childlike.

The children on the sidelines stared wide-eyed. They never thought that there was such a way to play.

The Son of God is the Son of God, not only in business matters but also far behind others, even in playing with others.

Seeing this, Han Cheng gave each of these children a piece of thatch pole, and asked them to blow holes in the ice just like him.

The children, who had been eager to try for a long time, let out a cheer, took the thatch pole, and squatted on the ground to start this kind of fun.

Han Cheng stopped and used the thin rope he took out to thread the icicles. After they were tied, they were tied to the round wooden frame made not long ago, and tied three times in total.

Holding the rope left on the skeleton, Han Cheng lifted up the ice version of the wind chime, and the crystal clear ice collided with each other, making a pleasant sound.

The children around the side grew up and their mouths grew big, and they stared fixedly at the strangely beautiful thing in Shenzi's hands, who didn't know the name, and were a little stunned for a while.

They couldn't imagine that the ice they held in their hands, which they were afraid of breaking, would become so beautiful and produce such a big change after being manipulated by Shenzi for a while.

Boys who like to move but don't like to be quiet are like this, let alone those girls who are born to like these things. Looking at this crystal clear and beautiful wind chime, my heart is about to melt.

Han Cheng stepped on the wooden pier and hung the wind chime on a wooden stick nailed to the wall under the eaves. He clapped his hands and looked at the fruits of his labor all morning, feeling very satisfied.

The appearance of Bingling Wind Chimes opened a new window for these children in the tribe.

The boys who used to like to run wildly in the snow and throw snowballs at each other calmed down, pouted their buttocks and worked hard to 'drill' holes for the ice. Those girls who originally thought about building snowmen when the snow was thicker My child, he had already put aside the matter of building a snowman, and only wanted to make a wind chime as beautiful as Shenzi.

Han Dashenzi also forgot about the charcoal, firstly because he was excited to see the first snowfall, and secondly because not long after he made the wind chime, the red-eyed Junior Brother Sha came to look for him.

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