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Chapter 552 Killing Chickens

Early in the morning, the remaining cocks were crowing.

The sky is still not clear, after all, it is winter, and there are still many stars outside.

After Tao Qingluo stood up, she looked at the dawn outside.

There is not much to do today, just to kill a few chickens. There are so many chickens in the tribe, they are all free-range. After a year, they should be killed for meat.

This kind of rural chicken is very nutritious. In the city, the ones you buy are fake. You must have relatives and friends in the countryside to bring them.

Such things are very rare.

In the past, people in the city looked down on rural people, thinking that the countryside is not good here and there is not good, but in the end, they are all looking for rural things to nourish their health.

Tao Qingluo didn't want to comment anymore, anyway, she was a country bumpkin, no matter where she went, she couldn't change it.

She didn't intend to tear off the label on her body.

Everyone got up one after another. The room was so hot that Tao Qingluo really wanted to stay in bed.

I found the feeling of going to school in winter again. I fell asleep on the kang, but my mother had to get up and hold firewood, then cook for myself and bring a lunch box.

Those days are gone forever.

Now, she is treating these people in this tribe with her mother's original intentions for herself, and hopes that they can all live a good life.

This kind of life is what she yearns for.

In fact, she occasionally thinks such things are quite amusing.

They have pursued a happy life for a lifetime, which is actually the kind of carefree life they had when they were just born.

I have family to accompany me, eat and drink, and even though I may get sick, someone will take care of me right away, and many people will surround me.

That feeling is slowly disappearing.

Tao Qingluo left behind a few hens that were very good at laying eggs, and then killed the rest.

Anyway, the chicks will be hatched next year, and more girls will be born.

Tao Qingluo will also slowly teach others how to hatch eggs, so that the tribe can have more food sources.

There are many people in the tribe who need to eat eggs. Everyone should enjoy such nutrition.

They used to hunt for a living, so this time, seeing Tao Qingluo and the others kill chickens, they didn't think there was anything unbearable.

The tribe did not appear deserted because of the lack of a lot of chickens.

Anyway, there are still a lot of sheep and cows, plus the prince and Huniu's dogs, and Tao Qingluo's beloved Taxue is also in the stable, living a very stable life.

According to the customs in the countryside, 26, stew big meat, 27, kill a chicken.

Although there is no specific date here, Tao Qingluo has followed this order to let everyone slowly develop this habit.

In this way, this year's celebration will also have a sense of ceremony.

Everyone feels that this form is very fresh, so they are all looking forward to what will happen next.

When I was at home, some of these chickens would move immediately after they were killed. In addition, I would prepare a smoked chicken, then cut it into pieces, and then put it in a certain shape, and then offered it to the ancestors.

On the night of thirty, they all kowtow to the ancestors who have passed away at the ancestor worship place in turn according to their seniority and age.

However, Tao Qingluo has never been involved because she is a girl.

It's not that complicated here, anyway, as long as there is food, Tao Qingluo will choose a more suitable place for these cultures, and then live here, and forget about the rest.

(End of this chapter)