I am a Primitive Man

That's because Lao Tzu's child can be sure to be his own, and yours...

Han Cheng, who was running all the way back, would have complained like this if he knew what they were thinking.

Of course, people in the tribe don't care much even if they complain.

Every era has its own characteristics, things that future generations care about very much, in this era where people are struggling to survive and everything is about living as the highest goal, people really don't care much.

We pack up and go back.

Wu Zhan was surprised by Han Cheng's speed for a while, and after thinking about it, he spoke to others.

Birth...was it born?

Han Cheng, who was running out of breath, eagerly asked the oncoming iron head.

Not...not yet...

Tietou was taken aback by the speed displayed by Shenzi.

Wouldn't it be dystocia?

The more caring people are when encountering things, the easier it is for people to think about the worst.

What are you thinking about!

Han Cheng gave himself a sip secretly, stretched out his hand and patted Tietou's body to show his gratitude to Tietou for coming to report the letter, and then continued to run towards the tribe without stopping.

After Tie Tou stood there for a while, he also turned around and ran to follow Han Cheng, but he couldn't keep up with Shenzi's speed and was left behind.

Panting all the way to the gate of the tribe, Han Cheng rushed in without stopping, and kept walking towards the room he lived in.

After running a distance of more than 20 meters, I realized that something was not right.

Outside the room where I live, there is no one around, but there are many people around the toilet, which is noisy.

Could it be that Bai Xuemei gave birth in the toilet?

Han Cheng stopped and walked towards the toilet. Just two steps away, he heard the cry of a baby in the chaotic life.

It's born! It's born!...

A voice of joy followed.

Han Cheng stayed on the spot all of a sudden, and all the chaotic voices subsided, leaving only the loud crying of the baby.

Han Cheng stayed here in a daze, the baby's crying touched some places in his heart.

I don't know why, it should be a moment of great joy, but he unknowingly shed tears.

God... Son of God, inside...

Tietou ran in from behind panting, pointed to the toilet and said to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng just woke up like a dream, quickly wiped the water on his face, and then walked towards the toilet without saying a word.

The people near the toilet saw Han Cheng coming in big strides, and hurried out of the way so that Han Cheng could go in and visit Bai Xuemei and his children.

His own cub was born like this, and he became a father like this?

While Han Cheng's heart was agitated, he also had some disbelief, a strange feeling lingering in his heart.

Once you have your own baby, you can be a baby daddy in the future, you can coax the child to play, you can make delicious food for the child in different ways, you can hug and hold high...

As soon as he walked to the door of the toilet, Han Dashenzi, a novice dad who has a lot of drama in his heart and has just become a father, has already begun to fantasize about entering the role of a dad.

This was Han Cheng's second time entering the women's room after he sneaked into the women's room because of curiosity when he was in school in the later generations.

Compared to that time when I was sneaky and nervous, this time I have to be more upright and upright.

That kind of excitement and apprehension did not appear at all, and he didn't even realize that he was going into the women's toilet.

The scene in the toilet has appeared before Han Cheng's eyes.

Huo Er, Ru Hua, Qing Cao, Zhuang and several other women from the Qingque tribe surrounded them.

A slightly wider area is covered with a piece of tanned leather.

The leather was full of filth at the moment, and Bai Xuemei, who was naked and pale, was sitting on this piece of leather, holding a lump of flesh in her arms.

Little Routuan was dishonest, kicking his limbs and crying with his mouth open.

Brother Cheng, look.

When Bai Xuemei saw Han Cheng coming in, a smile appeared on her pale face, and she raised the little meat ball to Han Cheng's side.

Seeing that the little meat ball was bouncing so hard, he was worried that he would fall, so he quickly hugged it back into his arms, his posture was awkward, obviously he was not very good at holding soft children.

This scene was not pretty at all, and it was still in the toilet in summer, but Han Cheng felt that it was more beautiful than all the scenes he had seen.

Seeing Bai Xuemei's appearance, Han Cheng was relieved, obviously nothing serious happened.

He took a few quick steps to come to Bai Xuemei, stretched out his hand to rub her sweat-soaked hair, and then looked down at the child bouncing from time to time.

I'm going! It's so ugly...

The little baby was obviously just born, the umbilical cord hadn't been cut off, and it hadn't been washed. His body was slippery and his skin was wrinkled.

The tender skin was a little purple, and the two hands were tightly clenched together, raised above the head, and moved from time to time with the crying.

At first glance, it looks like a monkey...

Han Cheng, who was just a baby daddy, lost his love in an instant. Is this guy really his own?

Even though he had seen many newborn babies, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel disgusted.

This is a bit too different from the pink, fleshy, milk-smelling milk doll in the imagination.

After looking at it for a while, I stretched out my hand and pulled the little guy's legs aside to reveal the important parts.

Well, that's up to you.

If you dislike it, you will dislike it, after all, it is still your own, so there is nothing less to do.

He turned his head and saw that warm water, knife, and willow branch water were all ready, so Han Cheng proceeded to the next step honestly.

First, he scrubbed his hands well with willow water, and then sterilized the knife.

Put the bone knife on the umbilical cord, pull it slowly to cut it, and tie a knot.

There is a reason why sharper iron knives are not used. Iron is easy to rust if it is carefully maintained. The iron knives of the Qingque tribe cannot escape this fate.

Han Cheng, who wanted to increase the number of people in the tribe, of course would not let someone use an iron knife to cut the umbilical cord.

After handling the umbilical cord, Han Cheng took the slippery little meat ball from Bai Xuemei's arms, put it in the warm willow branch water and washed it carefully and gently, very earnestly.

Well, ugly is a bit ugly, but after all, it is my own.

The hand touched the little guy's body, it was soft and tender, very comfortable.

I don’t know if it’s because the warm water gave the little guy the feeling of being back in his mother’s womb and a sense of security. The little guy who was crying so loudly became quiet instead. Very satisfied with the service.

After carefully cleaning up the little guy and drying it with a linen cloth, Han Cheng took the small linen package from Zhuang and wrapped him up.