I am a Primitive Man

When he found that Shenzi buried the unburned logs and then walked back, as if he didn't care about it, Wu finally couldn't hold back, and asked Han Cheng's intention for this move.

At the same time, I was also thinking in my heart, could it be that after planting here, in the second year, it will grow a lot of firewood like rapeseed?

Thinking of this, the eyes of this old primitive who had already experienced great benefits from farming suddenly lit up.

If firewood can be grown in this way, does that mean that if rabbits are buried in the soil, many rabbits will grow the next year?

Bury the deer in the ground, will there be many deer in the next year?

put people...

Wu became even more excited. This sudden flash of inspiration made him discover a road leading to prosperity for the tribe.

He couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and looked at the Son of God eagerly and expectantly, wanting to get evidence from the Son of God.

Han Cheng was very surprised. He didn't know what Wu had thought of, and there was such a look on his face.

There is nothing to hide about burning charcoal, and if charcoal can be fired, the whole tribe will benefit.

Immediately, he told Wu about his idea of ​​burning charcoal, and at the same time, he also talked about the various benefits of charcoal, and he didn't know much about burning charcoal, so he could only explore slowly.

In the past, as long as they heard something beneficial to the tribe, the witches would be very happy, but today it is uncharacteristically.

After Han Cheng told about the various benefits of charcoal, Wu was not only not happy, but showed an unconcealable disappointment.

Han Cheng couldn't figure out how he was like this. He thought when Wu's vision became so high. A good thing like charcoal can't move him, but it actually made him show deep disappointment. color, this...

Who is the traverser who has seen the world?

God...Son of God, no...Can't you grow firewood?

Wu was disappointed, but also unwilling to accept that the Kang Zhuang Dao he had just thought of was shattered. After hesitating for a while, he asked Han Cheng aloud.

cannot.

Han Cheng was a little surprised how could the usually wise witch ask such a question?

But it was just a little strange, and he didn't think deeply, and of course he didn't know the bold idea that Wu just had.

If he knows, then I don't know if he can still be so calm. If the witch suddenly has the idea of ​​planting a god son, he will be able to bear the idea of ​​many god sons in time...

After burying the firewood, Han Cheng asked these people to go to the back mountain to transport the thatch harvested by Tietou and others.

It is also convenient to transport the thatch back. There is no need to carry the thatch bales down the mountain, and then go around half a circle to enter from the front door of the tribe. Once lost, these thatch bales will bounce and roll all the way to the courtyard of the Qingque Tribe below.

The thatch bales are tied very firmly, only a small part will be broken, and the rest are intact.

After the above bales are thrown away, someone in the courtyard will carry these bales to a place where they are out of the way and stack them.

When others were doing this, Lai didn't stay idle. According to Han Cheng's instructions, he used the branches left over from the construction of the wooden stick defense system a few days ago to cut off a lot of half-meter-long sticks.

One end of the stick was also sharpened after being burnt with fire.

The days in winter are short, and without doing much work, it is already dark.

Grinding sticks and making thatch are not things that should be taken very seriously. Han Cheng will not let people burn the lamps to fight at night.

However, the members of the Qingque Tribe were not idle either. After drinking the soup together, they went back to their houses and sat on the edge of the warm kang. different sizes of rope

Nowadays, rope is a very expensive item in the Qingque tribe, and it can be used in many places.

Small enough to sew socks and gloves, and big enough to be used for catching prey in rabbit holsters, all of these are ropes. Today, Miko said that the amount of thin ropes will be greatly increased in a few days, so they need to rub it for a while tonight. Rope to sleep again.

This kind of thing is generally done by women. Many men in the tribe never complain about ramming soil, digging holes, turning the ground, etc., but they feel a little bald when they encounter this kind of meticulous and not very tiring work. .

How awkward the little spindle is in my hand.

It may be due to nature, women seem to be very patient with this kind of work that needs to be repeated repeatedly, rubbing it again and again, and there is no sign of impatience.

So in the matter of rubbing the rope at night, the main force is the women in the tribe.

Of course, there will also be different types, such as the mason wood who forcibly ground a bone into bone needles under Han Cheng's guidance.

It may have something to do with his personality. When he does this thing that most men are unwilling to do, he also looks enthusiastic, and he rubs faster than most women, and the quality is also high.

Han Cheng sat cross-legged on the heated kang, listening to the sound of the wind blowing on the wooden doors and windows, he was constantly thinking about burning charcoal.

Having learned from his experience in firing pottery, although he was eager to know the result, he didn't immediately remove the seal to see.

And wait, wait until tomorrow to see the specific results, if feasible, expand the production scale according to this method, if not, then find a way.

After some thinking to no avail, Han Cheng could only relieve himself in this way, then quickly took off his clothes and got into the warm bed to sleep.

Life is like this, there are always endless things to do, endless difficulties to solve, if you have to worry about everything, then this life is too tiring, you still have to sleep when you should sleep, and eat when you should eat , Raise your spirit and body well, and you will have the capital to fight hard.

Wu obviously didn't understand the true meaning of life. He was buried in the pile of furs, with his eyes open in the darkness, looking at the room completely enveloped in darkness, unwilling to fall asleep.

He was still thinking about that thought that would make people tremble with excitement just by thinking about it...

The night wind shook the doors and windows, trying to get in, and tore the last bit of warmth to pieces, making the whole world tremble under its envelope.

It's a pity that the inner and outer sides of the wooden row door are densely wrapped with airtight fur, and the windows are also covered by fur.

Its despotic power has no place to display here, and it roared and tore through most of the night without destroying this small house built by human hands bit by bit, so it could only die down in the end.

The people who fell asleep beautifully on the warm kang in a warm room did not know that they were not affected by the cold wind at all. They slept soundly and deeply...

This winter is not too cold.