In the past, Han Cheng was usually awakened by the noisy crowing of the rooster, which didn't bother to bully the hens but squawked loudly like a broken gong. However, this morning was an exception.

He opened his sleepy eyes, lying in the warm quilt, feeling a slight pain in his abdomen. He listened to the children's cheerful voices, smiled for a while, then quickly got up from the heated bed, put on his clothes and shoes, and ran outside.

His love for snow far exceeded his fear of the cold.

As he opened the door, a rush of cold air greeted him. The pristine white outside brightened his eyes, making him feel like the whole world had become cleaner.

Snowflakes continued to fall silently from the sky, blending into the white landscape. The children in the tribe, excited by the snow, chased and played in the snow.

Wrapped in thick fur, they looked like chubby bear cubs.

There were no old farmers; otherwise, they would have expressed their anticipation, saying phrases like "A timely snow promises a good harvest" or "Three layers of wheat straw this year means a sound sleep next year." These expressions conveyed their longing for a better life.

Han Cheng stood at the door for a while, then happily ran out into the pristine white.

Xing, Xiao Mei, Xiao Li, and several other girls did not chase and wrestle in the snow like the boys did. Instead, they stood in front of the house, looking at the row of translucent icicles hanging from the eaves, their mouths slightly agape, full of astonishment and longing.

Many adults, like the children, were amazed by this sight they had never seen before. When they saw Han Cheng wake up, they all crowded around, pointing to the eaves and asking about it.

Han Cheng, who had been too busy watching the snow, only then noticed the row of beautiful and spectacular icicles hanging from the eaves.

The entire courtyard and the distance were covered in silver-white, except for one place: the rooftops of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Because the rooms in the Green Sparrow Tribe were heated with heated beds, the roofs were warmer than in other places. The snow melted into a spring water pool when it fell on them.

Flowing down like fish scales, it slowly solidified at the eaves.

This was a good thing; there was no need to worry about the weight of heavy snow causing the roofs to collapse, nor did they have to constantly sweep the snow off the roofs, saving them some work.

After explaining the reason to everyone, Han Cheng had several adults break off the icicles at the entrance.

These things were a safety hazard. If an icicle happened to fall from above when someone passed by the entrance, being hit by this hard icicle would be unpleasant, especially if it pierced someone with its sharp tip.

The broken icicles became the favorite of the children. Each of them held them in their hands. They refused to let go even if their hands turned red from the cold.

For those who couldn't resist the temptation of these translucent objects, they quietly put the icicles in their mouths, crunching on them with their white teeth.

As their Divine Child, Han Cheng naturally knew how to have more fun than these children.

Amidst the regretful gazes of Xing, Xiao Mei, and others, Han Cheng broke the giant and good icicle in his hand.

The children who received the icicles for the first time couldn't help but hide them behind their backs, fearing that the Divine Child would break them, too.

Amidst everyone's extreme confusion, Han Cheng came back with ten small tree branches about thirty centimeters long, some ropes, and a few bunches of straw. He then tied the branches in an irregular circle and broke the straw into pieces from the middle, putting them in his mouth to blow air into the icicle.

Warm air flowed through the hollow straw from the other end. Soon, a small dent appeared on the solid icicle.

Han Cheng had done this kind of thing many times as a child, but he used pen caps instead of straws back then.

Whether it was because his body had shrunk or his mental age had also decreased, he was excited to do these things with childlike enthusiasm.

The children watching on the side widened their eyes. They had never thought there could be such a way to play.

The Divine Child was the Divine Child; not only was he unmatched in serious matters, but he was also far superior when it came to playing.

Seeing this, Han Cheng gave each of these children a straw and let them blow holes in the icicles like him.

The children, eager to try, cheered and took the straw, squatting down to start this fun activity.

Han Cheng then stopped and threaded the icicles with the thin ropes. After tying them up, he hung them on the circular wooden frame he had made, wrapping them three times.

Han Cheng lifted the icicle wind chime by holding the left ropes on the frame. The translucent icicles collided with each other, emitting a pleasant and melodious sound.

The children around him stared with wide eyes, looking at the beautiful object in the Divine Child's hands whose name they didn't know, but they were all amazed.

They couldn't imagine that the icicles they held in their hands, afraid of breaking, would undergo such a beautiful transformation after the Divine Child's actions.

Even the boys who loved moving and disliked being still were amazed. Not to mention the girls who naturally loved these kinds of things. Looking at this crystal-clear and lovely wind chime, their hearts melted.

Han Cheng stepped on a wooden stump and hung the wind chime on a wooden stick nailed to the wall under the eaves. He clapped his hands and looked at the result of his morning's work, feeling very satisfied.

The appearance of the icicle wind chimes suddenly opened a new window for these children in the tribe.

The boys who used to run around in the snow and throw snowballs at each other quieted down, focusing on drilling holes in the icicles. The girls who had thought of making snowmen when the snow got thicker had also put aside the idea, focusing only on making wind chimes as beautiful as the Divine Child's.