Chapter 145: A Leg

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Chapter 145: A Leg Han Cheng wasn't in a hurry. He washed his face with a basin, scooped a bowl of cold water, and walked outside, drinking while watching the Eldest Senior Brothers working on the roof. The front part of the roof was already well-covered with tiles. The tiles were laid in a specific pattern, starting from one side of the roof's edge, stacking one over the other in a row. The laid tiles created a pattern resembling fish scales. Squatting on the roof, the Eldest Senior Brother, after checking the alignment, inserted the small end of a black tile into the big end of the one below it. A slight push with his hands secured the two tiles tightly together. He repeated this process with another tile. As he worked, the four vertical rows of tiles gradually extended from the bottom of the roof to the ridge. Walking back and forth on the roof was uncomfortable, so the Eldest Senior Brother placed four rows simultaneously, improving efficiency and saving energy. All the tiles placed by the Eldest Senior Brother had a concave side facing upwards, and there was a gap of about four centimeters between the adjacent two vertical rows. You could see the layer of mud smeared on the lattice below through these gaps. These tiles, naturally, wouldn't keep out the rain. Another process was necessary to provide shelter from wind and rain, which was what the Third Senior Brother, following behind, was doing. Holding a tile in his hands, the Third Senior Brother looked at the ends, inverted the tile, and then, with the big end facing down and the small end facing up, inserted it into the gap between the two rows of tiles laid by the Eldest Senior Brother.New novel chapters are published on Since the width of the tile was more than ten centimeters and the gap between the two rows laid by the Eldest Senior Brother was only four centimeters, covering this gap by inserting the tile was easy. Furthermore, the two sides of the inserted tile would press against the middle of the two rows of tiles. As a result, the entire roof would no longer have exposed areas under the open sky. When raindrops fell on the slope formed by the higher middle section and the lower sides, they would slide down along this slope, gathering on the narrow, upward-facing tiles left uncovered by about four centimeters. Then, following the small channels, the water would flow rapidly down and drop like a string of pearls at the eaves. Compared to roofs made of thatch, the rainwater drainage of tiled roofs was undoubtedly better. After a simple wash, Han Cheng called the Tie Tou couple to prepare for departure. However, Shaman also wanted to witness the event firsthand. Considering that the rabbit-snaring location wasn't too far from the tribe, Han Cheng decided not to insist, but a few more people joined the group. Looking at the people around him, Han Cheng smiled wryly, hoping that there would be a good harvest. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing. Summer mornings were dewy, and the green grass appeared white with dewdrops from a distance. As twenty or so feet stepped through, dewdrops fell from the grass leaves, creating a path more than a meter wide with a distinct color compared to the surroundings. Han Cheng arrived at the nearest rabbit snare, standing on the edge of the ditch and using a long stick to push away the tall, concealing grass. The rabbit snare, dampened by the morning dew, was revealed. It looked the same as when Han Cheng had placed it there, maintaining the same posture throughout the night. Shaman finally understood how Han Cheng had arranged everything, but seeing this simple setup, he didn't know how to express his feelings. He thought Divine Child would develop something intricate, similar to the bone shovel or rake crafted earlier. However, it turned out to be like this. Han Cheng was feeling embarrassed. He had anticipated a bountiful harvest, but they were all empty after checking ten rabbit snares. Not a single rabbit hair was found. Fortunately, he was at the front, and others couldn't see the expression on his face. "Come on, just one, please, just one." Han Cheng walked towards the next rabbit snare, muttering to himself. About ten meters away, he saw that the grass's color differed from the surrounding grass. The dew on the nearby grass was white, while the grass was deep green here because the dew had been shaken off. "There's a chance." Han Cheng, seeing this scene, was delighted. Then he rushed towards that spot, and the others hurriedly followed. "Damn it." Holding a rope with only one rabbit leg, Han Cheng looked disheveled in the morning breeze. He couldn't help but curse out loud.

Chapter 145: A Leg

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