I am a Primitive Man

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Snowflakes like catkins fell one after another, the ground was pure white, and the surroundings were quiet, even the birds disappeared.

It was as if everything was completely sealed by the snowflakes and the cold.

In such an environment, a group of people suddenly poured out from the gate of the Qingque Tribe, and the one who walked in the front was a minor.

They walked hurriedly towards the west side of the wall, all the way to a raised edge.

This bulge has been pulled apart, and the mud clods scattered on the side and the black inside the bulge are all the more eye-catching against the surrounding white snow.

This minor, who was obviously very respected, didn't think it was dirty, so he directly reached out and stirred in the darkness.

The black thing moved with his hand, making a series of clear and crisp sounds, which was as pleasant as his current mood of being so beautiful that he was about to fly.

What Heiwa said was not wrong, there was indeed no firewood burned in this kiln, all the firewood put in turned into charcoal, and it was the best kind!

Hahaha……!

Finally, Han Cheng couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, he raised his two black paws and laughed loudly.

God didn't want to hear his ugly laughter, so he sent snowflakes to fall into his mouth, intending to block his mouth, but it still didn't have much effect.

A series of happy laughter continued to come out of his mouth.

What a surprise, this is really a surprise!

Originally, it was just a broken pot and smashed idea, but who knew that a kiln of good charcoal was actually burned out like this.

The problem that has troubled me for so long has been solved in such an unexpected way...

Han Cheng was thinking so freely, and suddenly remembered the incident in Red Sorghum in which Yu Zhan'ao urinated into the wine pulp and then brewed high-quality sorghum wine.

Thinking about it carefully, sometimes things in this world are really helpless. The more you think about what you want to get, the harder it is to get it.

It also bore fruit.

Han Cheng suppressed his laughter, only to realize that the people following him looked at him in a daze.

Han Cheng sniffled secretly, thinking, haven't these guys seen such a wild smile?

Then I sorted out my mood, and asked people to go back to get the straw basket and the bamboo head to fill the charcoal.

He also asked some people to hold firewood here, and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and start a kiln. If the kiln can still be completed, it means that the matter of burning charcoal was really solved by himself in this way.

Hei Wa stood aside, looking at the Son of God, full of admiration in his heart, this was basically an unsolvable matter in his own opinion, but it was solved by the Son of God just like that.

Just simply changing the order of ignition, such a big change can appear, the wisdom of the Son of God is really amazing.

But he didn't know that the things he admired were actually created by Han Dashenzi.

If he knew the truth, he wondered if Heiwa would vomit three liters of blood while being stunned, and would think about lighting a fire from the pottery after the beginning of spring next year...

The people of the Qingque Tribe were very happy today. Not long ago, they saw the power of the bow and arrow, and then they got the news that the Son of God had successfully burned charcoal, which made them all very happy.

If you add the Bingling Wind Chime, which is very popular among children, it can be regarded as three blessings.

Of course, the most gratifying thing here is the bow and arrow, which is a weapon that is very useful to the tribe. As for burning charcoal, they are just as happy as the Son of God.

Among these people in the Qingque Tribe, even the most intelligent witches did not think that the charcoal that the Son of God tried to produce would be of much significance in the presence of firewood, an extremely common substitute.

But for Han Cheng, they have already formed a mentality of blind obedience, and it is quite normal to have fun with Shenzi.

There was a lot of charcoal fired this time, which was enough to hold two large grass baskets, which was more charcoal than the sum of charcoal fired many times before.

The cold and falling snow blocked Han Cheng's enthusiasm for burning charcoal. The cylindrical kiln that had just been emptied was filled with firewood again in a blink of an eye.

The next step is to paste the cylinder with mud, leaving only a hole the size of a bowl.

The problem of the soil is easy to solve. The dry mud clods that were removed from the kiln before are crushed and poured with water, which can be reused continuously.

Having learned from his previous experience that his hands were too cold when the roof was pasted, Han Cheng directly used hot water and mud this time.

After mixing the mud, taking advantage of the heat, Hei Wa and Hei Wa quickly made it together, it was much better.

The flame is fed in from above and quickly ignites the firewood in the kiln, and as time goes by, the flame in the kiln begins to move down.

Standing on a rock, Han Cheng watched what happened, thinking why there was such a big difference between lighting a fire from below and from above in the same way.

After thinking for a while, apart from knowing that it has something to do with oxygen, I don't know anything about the rest.

At this time, he felt very regretful that he was a liberal arts student in his previous life. If he was a science guy or a technical nerd, he would encounter a lot of difficulties in these aspects, right?

Thinking of this, he smiled and shook his head, and then felt a little lucky, because he remembered the approximate proportion of bronze.

This is what I saw when I read the history of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties in a comprehensive history book. Because the ratios are all integers, Han Cheng also wrote it down.

This made him more confident about the next few things.

The bronze proportions recorded in the book are somewhat inaccurate, but the general framework has already come out, which will greatly reduce the time and workload.

If you want bronze with better performance, just experiment with this ratio.

In fact, Han Cheng didn't remember the matter of the bronze ratio at the beginning, but kept thinking about it later, and the memory of that period suddenly popped up for some reason.

Worried that he would forget it later, Han Chengcheng recorded it on a ceramic board.

In fact, since about a year ago, Han Chengcheng would write things down on the ceramic board from time to time.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. This sentence is not bad at all. After gradually adapting to the life here, when I think about the future generations, sometimes I feel very close, and sometimes I feel extremely far away.

But it is undeniable that many things have gradually become blurred in my mind.

This is also the most fundamental reason for Han Cheng to record some things that he can think of that are useful to this era.

Because this era is too far away from future generations, so many things that seem to be very common in future generations are groundbreaking creations here. If you record more, you will be able to go too far in some aspects in time. detour.

For example, the proportion of bronze that comes to mind by accident, such as the steel forging method that I don’t know where to look, but it does exist in my mind, but it is somewhat vague, and the curved plow used for farming, the columbine cart of the ancestor of the combined seeder, and the oxen. The hoe used to weed and loosen the soil in the crop field...

For this era, these are very important things, and it will make the road ahead for him and the Qingque Tribe broader and easier.

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