I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng lifted up the leather pants that had softened too much, and wrapped the leather around his body.

Although it is the beginning of summer, the weather in the morning is still a bit cold. It is very necessary to do a good job of preventing cold and keeping warm.

With my small body, I can't compare with the shirtless elder brother and others who are ramming the earth.

As the weather became hotter day by day, Han Cheng also began to change the working hours of the Qingque Tribe.

Compared with before, I have to get up earlier in the morning, and immediately start ramming earth to raise the fence after washing.

While these people raised the fence, the people in charge of cooking in the tribe began to cook with the food taken out by the elder brother.

After about an hour of work, go to eat ready-made meals.

In this way, you can not only suffer less from the heat, but also take more rest while eating.

If you work early in the morning, you will have more rest at noon. As the days get longer and the weather gets hotter, the time for rest at noon will gradually extend.

Han Cheng didn't want to make the long-term workers work more, Zhou Papi, who started crowing earlier than chickens, all he did was just to make life safer and more comfortable for himself and the tribe, without rushing too tight.

It is true that people need to move forward in this life, but they can't just rush on the road. While on the road, they also need to stop occasionally to look at the scenery on the way.

Anyway, Han Cheng has returned to the primitive era now, and he no longer has to worry about the house, car, and daughter-in-law all day long. Live or live?

Just now, with such a very leisurely attitude, he despised the busy Han Cheng who hated to sleep and not eat, his face soon collapsed, and he found that he still seemed to need to run around for the house, car, and daughter-in-law .

The house is about to be built, the car is not yet available, so there is no need to think about it for the time being, daughter-in-law... this is a big problem.

Thinking about these primitive females who are generally thick and thick, and thinking about the more spectacular rejoicing meeting, Han Cheng's face turned into a bitter gourd.

This is really a difficult problem. You can build it yourself without a house, and you can build it slowly without a car, but the daughter-in-law can’t build it slowly, right?

Even if he can go down and break a rib with his hands, he still doesn't have the ability to give her immortal energy...

Forget it, let's leave this matter aside for the time being, and let's get tangled up later.

Han Cheng opened the top of his leather pants, looked at something that hadn't developed much in the past year, sighed rather melancholy, and had to leave this problem that had troubled him for two lifetimes and would continue to trouble him.

He didn't hang around the wall, the senior brother and the others were already familiar with building the wall, and there was no need for him to point fingers.

Right now, he is standing by the kiln not far from Xiaohe, enjoying the joy of opening the kiln with Hei Wa, and intends to use this to dilute some of the sadness in his heart.

Hei Wa has already become an expert in it, walked to the kiln, stretched out his hands to touch the wall of the kiln and the pottery plate covering it, and then put his hands in the cracks to feel the temperature respectively, and let Together with him, the assistant lifted down the two pottery panels covering the earthen kiln, and laid them flat on the side where they were out of the way.

As the two pottery plates were lifted away, fine dust flew randomly out of the kiln.

Han Cheng stood aside and waited for a while, walked to the open kiln, stood on a stone and looked in, and saw that the inside of the kiln was densely packed with black tiles, most of which were intact. No damage, only half of them are broken occasionally.

I don't know if these broken ones were heated unevenly, or they were put into the kiln before they were completely dry.

Hei Wa and his assistant came over, and they were not too happy to see the broken tiles.

After all, he has already regarded himself as the first person to make pottery in the Qingque Tribe. The son of God, who hasn't come to the kiln for a long time, finally came to see the kiln open today. dull.

Han Cheng smiled and praised Hei Wa for doing a good job, and only then did Hei Wa have a smile on his face.

For Heiwa's attitude, Han Cheng actually appreciates it very much, because many technological advancements are only realized by craftsmen who pay every penny and strive for perfection.

Han Cheng came out of the kiln together with Hei Wa and his assistants. The tiles were not too big, 15 centimeters long and 10 to 12 wide. Blocks are still available.

There is basically a layer of fine floating ash on the newly fired tiles. You can see the true color of the tiles when you wipe them off with your hands. It is the kind of black that is similar to tribal pots, and it is smaller than the common ones of Han Cheng in later generations. The tile color is heavier.

Some pottery made from clay is red. Han Cheng has not encountered it yet. When it will be all right, he can ask Heiwa to search nearby to see if there is any. It is also a good thing to find such clay. , you can prevent the color of the pottery in the tribe from being too monotonous.

Han Cheng raised his hand, and a broken tile flew out. After gliding in the air for about ten meters, he fell down and hit the pile of broken pottery, making several crisp sounds. became more broken.

Broken pottery is also useful, smash them with stones, and mix them with clay when making pottery again, so that the fired pottery will be stronger, and when firing It is also not easy to break.

Han Cheng carried a stack of ten complete tiles to the pile of tiles not far away, stacked them together with the previous tiles, and then walked to the kiln to transport the tiles here.

Some necessary labor is still to be done. Firstly, you can exercise your body, and secondly, you will not let yourself be too idle.

At the beginning, Han Cheng stood on the stepping stones for the tiles in the earthen kiln, and he could get the tiles out by himself.

As the few of them moved, the number of tiles in the kiln became less and less, so Han Chengcheng had to take over the tiles from Heiwa or his assistants and move them.

His body has not yet grown, and even standing on the stepping stones cannot reach the tiles below.

If you force it, it is very likely that you will plant your own head into the kiln.

After coming here for more than a year, Han Cheng has already accepted the fact that he has small arms and legs.

The kiln tiles were not missing, and there were more than 500 yuan. Now, the fired tiles are almost 1,600 yuan. Looking at the pile of tiles, Han Cheng thought about the upcoming house construction. Also looking forward to it even more.