I am a Primitive Man

As soon as the rooster closed its eyes, the two people who had been waiting for a long time immediately began to get their hands on it.

Sure enough, there was no chance for it to be sober.

Han Cheng had never done this with a rooster, but that didn’t stump him. Having often spied on the old rooster bullying the little hens, he knew where the key parts were.

Reaching out to grab the drunken rooster by its tail, his eyes moved back and forth over the exposed "tail," before long, he had already found the key area.

A grain-sized object appeared under the pressure of Han Cheng's fingers.

After silently muttering a couple of times in his heart, he didn’t hold back with his right hand holding the knife; he casually pressed it against the spot and removed it without much force.

The completely intoxicated rooster twitched its legs slightly and then reacted no further.

Han Cheng looked at it, worried that the castration wasn’t thorough enough, and prodded the area below with the tip of the knife, using extremely rough methods.

There was no need to worry about the rooster's life; these creatures had a very strong vitality, and ordinary injuries wouldn’t threaten their lives.

Later, Han Cheng saw an old woman in a village open the stomach of a chicken that had accidentally ingested medicated feed, remove the contents, and then sew it up as if stitching clothes.

The method was extremely crude and not as refined as Han Cheng's current approach; at least his drunkenness process was better than hers.

However, what was impressive was that after such an operation, the chicken didn’t suffer any consequences and went to look for food afterward.

Moreover, it even laid an egg that same day.

Compared to that, the techniques Han Cheng was using on this rooster were not significant at all.

Looking at this still-intoxicated chicken, Han Cheng quickly went to find the stored eggs to prevent the rooster from sobering up too quickly, in case it needed to be drunk again.

Han Cheng selected fifteen fertilized eggs after closing the door and peering through the crack.

He found a few bricks and built a nest in one corner of the coop, lining it with soft hay, and carefully placed the fifteen eggs inside, trying to stack them into a small pile.

Then, he brought the still-drunk rooster over, placed it in the nest, and covered it with a bamboo sieve, weighing it down with two heavy bricks on top.

This was to prevent the rooster from flailing around when it woke up.

During Han Cheng's time doing all this, the hens in the coop ran to the side, stretching their necks to look over, displaying the expression of seasoned onlookers.

After completing these tasks, Han Cheng waited a while before leaving with the curious and expectant Shaman.

Whether it would work or not depended on the next day.

In the afternoon, the rooster woke up, flapped its wings a few times, and, realizing it couldn’t lift the bamboo sieve on top, quieted down. It obediently lays on the eggs, using its body heat to warm the cold eggs.

Han Cheng was always worried about this matter. He returned several times in between, and seeing that the rooster remained obedient, he gradually relaxed.

By the afternoon of the second day, Han Cheng thought things should be about ready, so he removed the bricks and took off the bamboo sieve to check on the rooster’s condition.

Once the sieve was removed, the rooster didn’t jump up; it lay there quietly in the nest, though its expression seemed dull.

He couldn’t tell if it was still not fully sober or if it had noticed some discomforting changes in its body

Han Cheng looked at the rooster, and the rooster looked back at him, but it no longer had the sharpness it once possessed.

It shyly lowered its head after briefly making eye contact with Han Cheng. After a while, it used its beak to nudge one of the partially exposed eggs, pulling it back under its body to cover it completely.

Compared to its arrogance and carefree demeanor, the rooster now appeared entirely different, showing no trace of its former pride.

The drastic contrast surprised even Han Cheng; this guy was getting into character too quickly, wasn’t he?

Indeed, it was fortunate to cut for eternal governance.

After observing for a while, Han Cheng couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder.

To comfort the rooster, Han Cheng grabbed some good millet, placed it in the broken bowl used to anesthetize the rooster, and held it in front of the incubating bird.

Upon seeing such good food, the rooster would have darted over like an arrow if it had been before. But now it lay there motionless, showing no intent to eat.

It was likely that the drunken millet had left it with a psychological scar.

Han Cheng thought this as he waited a bit longer before leaving with the witch.

After all it had gone through, he felt that the rooster might feel shy and need some relative space to calm down.

After Han Cheng and the Shaman left, the other chickens, standing to the side with their necks stretched out, observing the spectacle, tilted their heads to gaze at the incubating rooster from a distance.

The two sides quietly stared at each other, creating a strange atmosphere.

After a while of this silent staring, some roosters couldn’t resist the temptation of food and cautiously approached the small bowl.

After several attempts and seeing that the rooster remained still, they finally mustered the courage to peck at the millet.

After swallowing a bite, they looked up cautiously and then took another.

Once one started eating, the other three roosters also came over to join in.

The rooster that had changed its temperament lay there obediently, warming the eggs, observing coldly, showing no signs of wanting to get up and fight.

Maybe it remembered that it had turned into this state after eating the millet from this bowl and was thinking of making these guys follow in its footsteps...

Finally, the rooster got up, limping out of the nest. It was unclear whether its wound hadn’t healed or been lying down for too long, causing its legs to feel numb.

As it stood up, all the chickens in the coop stopped their movements, staring at it in a daze as if paying it a solemn respect.

The rooster sensed the difference. After eating and drinking, it moved its legs and looked at the other chickens, wanting to join in the fun, no longer wishing to return to the nest.

But for some reason, it couldn’t control its legs, and after a short while, it went back to incubate the eggs again.

Faced with these little hens that had once captivated it and had fought many times, it now found them uninteresting.

How could playing around with these little hens compare to the joy of incubating eggs?

Once it returned to settle down, the once quiet coop returned to its usual lively state.

Gradually, as time passed, the other chickens in the coop also became accustomed to the rooster’s astonishing transformation.

A little hen that had once belonged to this rooster’s harem couldn’t forget its kindness. After eating, she started to sway in front of the rooster.

She wanted to catch its attention and have some fun again.

After swaying for a while, the rooster, focused on incubating the eggs, finally responded, reaching out its sharp beak to tap on the little hen’s head. The little hen immediately squatted down obediently.

However, contrary to what was familiar, the expected scene didn’t occur. Instead, what followed was the rooster continuously pecking affectionately at the hen’s head as if it were a good sister grooming her hair.

After a while, the rooster withdrew its beak and returned to focusing on the eggs.

The little hen stood up a long while later, a bit dizzy as she walked away, thinking, “I wanted to cuddle with you, but you just want to be sisters?”

The rooster lowered its head, using its beak to nudge one of the eggs that was slightly exposed back under itself so it could better experience the warmth of fatherly love.

Looking at the dazed little hen as she walked away, the rooster tilted its head.

What a shameless little creature! How could such matters compare to the allure of incubating eggs?

In the days that followed, that little hen came around to wander a few times, ultimately accepting this change.

Thus, scenes like this would occasionally occur in the coop — a rooster lying in the nest incubating eggs while a little hen lay beside it. The two would occasionally preen each other’s feathers, affectionate like little sisters…

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