I am a Primitive Man

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After grinding out a large pile of sticks with sharp ends, the senior brother and the others also stopped digging the ground, and each of them took a stone and nailed the ground sticks to the ground.

The place where the wooden sticks are nailed is at the second line drawn outside the Qingque tribe.

With the increase of the wall, the throwing distance of the people in the Qingque tribe has been extended, but the two original lines have not changed, because the maximum throwing distance cannot bring the most powerful damage to the enemy.

Instead, it is better not to move these two lines.

In the past, when the fence was only two meters high, people from the outer tribes were unable to throw their weapons on the fence from the second line, injuring people on the fence. Now the fence is much higher. At this distance, the Qingque tribe His safety is naturally not a problem.

So after some thinking and verification, Han Cheng decided to set up this defensive belt here.

The elder brother nailed a wooden stick to only a dozen centimeters, wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked at the stick belt that was almost four meters wide that had been built in front of him, and he was in a good mood.

He stood up and tried to put his foot on the stick he had just nailed.

Because it was nailed down with stones, the top of the wooden stick is not very sharp now. In addition, he wears straw sandals on his feet, and there are socks made of animal skin on the feet inside the straw sandals. I don't feel much pain either.

However, the joy on the elder brother's face has not diminished, because there are not many people in other tribes who wear straw sandals and socks like him.

He imagined that the people who came to attack their tribe rushed here, and before they had time to attack their own tribe, they tripped over the wooden stick, or fell when they stepped on the top of the wooden stick and their feet hurt, After his complexion turned pale, he showed a relieved look.

Falling in such a place full of relatively sharp sticks, the consequences...

Even if the injuries suffered by most of the people were not fatal, the people of the Qingque Tribe standing on the wall for defense were not puppets. They would take this opportunity to throw stone spears and stones here...

It took about half a month for everyone in the Qingque tribe to complete this defense system.

The sticks stood here one after another, as if an extra green belt had been created out of thin air, but such a green belt was the kind with blood.

These tree sticks are not densely nailed, the distance between each row is about forty centimeters, and the distance between the same row is also forty centimeters.

There is no need to worry that the tribes that come to attack will pass through the 40 cm gap, because these sticks are nailed for defense, not like planting trees. Centimeter-wide channels simply don't exist.

Every tree stick in the second column is nailed to the middle position after the two tree sticks in the first column are translated, and the tree sticks in the third column are nailed to the south side after the two tree sticks in the second column are translated...

In this way, these gaps will be divided into very small ones, and it is simply impossible to drive straight into them.

Everyone looked at the defensive belt led by the Son of God and built by them, with smiles on their faces, because they felt at ease from it.

Just when everyone thought that this was a great success, the Son of God gave new instructions for this defensive belt, that is, to let the tribesmen collect tough rattan. Similar to the one used to build defenses against wild boars and sabre-toothed cats.

When collecting vines, if you encounter the kind of thorny thorns, you should try your best to get them back.

The collected canes were wound around the sticks nailed there one by one and used as ropes.

Use these sticks as fulcrums to make a tripping rope.

The thorns brought back were placed on the periphery and inside of the defense array wrapped with rattan.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe looked at the things they made with their own hands under the guidance of the Son of God, and suddenly felt sorry for those who would come to attack their tribe in the future...

Han Dashenzi was still a little dissatisfied, and expressed deep regret that he did not find the saponin tree.

It's not for washing hair and clothes with saponins, but because of the big thorns on the saponins tree.

Get off the wooden thorn and throw it here, for the primitive people whose shoes are extremely simple, it is not very easy to use.

Han Cheng had personally experienced the power of saponin thorns when he was a child.

At that time, he was about four or five years old, and he ran around without shoes in the summer, and then once stepped on a fallen saponin thorn.

Han Cheng still remembers the sour taste. At that time, he pulled it out with his hands twice but failed to pull it out. It was an adult next to him who moved his hand...

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe doesn't know what their god son thinks. If they know, their admiration for their god son will be even more endless.

For those who may come to attack their tribe, they are more sympathetic and pitiful.

After doing this, winter has come completely.

One night, the cold wind with a whistle blowing the withered grass, the temperature dropped suddenly, but the people of the Qingque tribe didn't feel how cold it was. Because of the kang in their room, this winter was extraordinarily warm compared to other winters .

Wrapped in a thick fur, the witch walked out from the east room, opened the door and went outside, exhaling white air and shivering violently.

The outside and the inside of the house are two different worlds!

If it wasn't for the last batch of rabbits that needed to be executed today, Wu would want to turn around and return to the warm kang.

Wu stood there looking at the side of the house, looking at the chimneys that were thick at the bottom and thin at the top, emitting wisps of smoke, with a smile on his face.

Han Cheng also got up, also wrapped in thick animal skins, and on his head was wearing the original version of the hat, covering the whole head, two ears and half of the face, standing aside to watch Wu Na Hit the rabbit with a small stick.

At this time, the witch's hands and feet were unbelievably nimble, one stick at a time, and his movements were like flowing water. In a short time, a bunch of rabbits were thrown at his feet.

The people of the Qingque tribe are always so passionate about food, and this kind of enthusiasm cannot be stifled even by the harsh cold. The senior brother and the others were spouting white gas while they were still hot, pawing at the rabbit skin, laughing and laughing.

If you have good technology, you can peel off a 'tube skin'. After this kind of cylindrical rabbit skin is tanned, it only needs a little modification, and it will be a very good sock or glove, which is stronger and more durable than the one sewn with rope. Comfort is a rare good thing.

There are many people, and the work is fast. After nearly a hundred rabbits have been processed, the sun is still a long way from the south. Han Cheng saw that it was still early, so he called Hei Wa and a few people, and walked out of the courtyard, not far away. go.

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