I am a Primitive Man

The snow on the ground is melting little by little, and the thick ice on the river is also melting slowly. At some point, it flows slowly down the river along with the swollen water. From time to time, you can hear I heard the sound of some icicles colliding.

The grass roots have turned green, and some impatient grasses can't wait to drill their bright yellow heads out of the ground, shivering in the still somewhat precipitous spring breeze.

Standing on the wall of the Qingque tribe, looking around, there is a layer of light green on top of the surrounding withered yellow. It is the season when the green willows are full of smoke, and the grass is far away but not near.

In this somewhat precipitous wind, the spring of the fourth year of Qingque officially announced its arrival.

Han Cheng looked forward to the operation for half a winter and made a lot of preparations for it, but it didn't start immediately.

First of all, spring has just arrived, and the river has swelled a lot due to the melting of ice and snow. It is not safe to sail at such a time.

The second is that the temperature has not yet come up, whether it is air or river water.

In such a season, if you fall into the water, it can really kill half your life.

In other words, now is not a suitable season for traveling along the water.

The third and most important point is that Han Cheng has become a little hesitant.

With the departure of winter and the arrival of spring, after Xiaohe was opened, his heart, which was eager to go out and have a look, suddenly became a little apprehensive.

He didn't know what was waiting for him in the farther place.

On the one hand, he longs for the civilized world outside, and on the other hand, he feels uneasy about it.

He didn't know what to do when he found out that the outside world was a civilized world, and how to deal with the relationship with everyone in the Qingque tribe.

Should I abandon this tribe and return to civilization alone, or should I return to the embrace of the tribe? Or go out with people from the tribe?

These things that I have thought about before but never thought about deeply, as the weather gets warmer, the pressure on my heart is getting heavier day by day.

Oh, human beings.

Oh, Han Cheng.

It's a complex and unspeakable thing.

For thinking these things in my mind,

It was difficult to make up his mind, and there were such external conditions that were not conducive to long-distance travel, so Han Cheng half-pushed and half-heartedly delayed the long-distance travel by boat.

Wait a little longer, wait until the weather is warmer, get the silkworms out, and plant the millet before setting off.

At that time, the water will be much warmer. Even if the canoe rolls over and falls into the water, it can still save a life. It will not be like now, where the body will be frozen and stiff, and the life will probably be lost.

After making this decision in his heart, Han Cheng felt a lot more relaxed.

Just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly heard crying faintly from behind.

And it's not just one person's voice.

Han Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and then doubts arose. It has been three years since he came here, and he has not seen many people in the tribe cry. What happened today? Why did you start crying all of a sudden?

And not alone. Could it be...?

Thinking of this, Han Cheng became uneasy, with bad thoughts lingering in his heart.

He suppressed his wild thoughts, turned around and looked towards the courtyard. He didn't see the crying person, but he could tell the direction of the crying sound, which was from that row of houses!

He quickly descended the fence along the ladder that had been inspected and rested once, and quickly passed towards the house.

Going around the house from a distance, the scene appeared in front of my eyes. Several older minors from the Qingque tribe, such as Xing, Chen, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli, gathered under the eaves, and the crying came from their mouths.

Seeing that there were only them, and they were not in the doorway or inside the house, Han Cheng felt relieved a lot.

What happened?

Han Cheng asked aloud.

Son of God...

They heard the sound and saw that after seeing Han Cheng, Xing cried out with tears in his eyes.

Han Cheng shuddered slightly. He always annoyed women to shed tears, and when he cried, he stopped playing, and it made people want to be irritable.

At this moment, Jian Xing and the others looked at him with tears in their eyes, and felt a little dizzy.

The point is that it's okay for these girls to cry, but what's the matter with Chen and these boys also tearing up?

Han came to ask about the situation, and after a while, he understood the whole story.

The root of the matter lies in the empty wooden shelf he is carrying in his hand.

This wooden frame was originally used to hang wind chimes, but as the weather got warmer, the wind chimes made of ice finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Xing and the others especially like the wind chimes that are crystal clear and can make melodious sounds. When they saw the wind chimes melted and damaged, they couldn't help the sadness in their hearts and burst into tears.

The boys like Chen also liked these wind chimes very much. They didn't cry at first, but they were infected by Xing and the others' crying, and they also shed tears.

I...I put it...in the water, it...it still melted...

Xiaomei said sobbingly, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

Han Cheng has a big head, and this is really a problem. At this time, there is no refrigerator, and there is no saltpeter in the tribe. How can he make ice out of thin air?

Looking at these tearful people looking at him expectantly, Han Cheng felt that he shouldn't have gotten the wind chime out in the first place.

When Xing, Chen and others saw Shenzi groaning silently, they knew that Fengling was hopeless.

As the weather gets warmer, the ice and snow will melt. He and they also know that, but they just don't want such a beautiful wind chime to disappear.

Son of God...

Xing opened his mouth and said that he didn't want the wind chime anymore, but unexpectedly, Shenzi, who was thinking aside, suddenly smiled and said that he could make the wind chime well.

This surprised and delighted them, and at the same time, they were very curious about how Shenzi would fix the wind chimes, after all, the ice had already melted.

Han Cheng naturally had a solution. He asked these children to find some broken pottery fragments.

This thing is not lacking in the Qingque Tribe, especially near the kiln not far from the river.

After a while, these children picked up a small pile of pottery fragments, large and small.

Han Chengcheng mobilized them to drill holes in the pottery shards.

The eyes of the children who understood what the Son of God was going to do immediately lit up.

Yes, they only thought about using ice to make wind chimes, but they forgot that other things can also be used to make wind chimes!

Inspired by Han Cheng, Heiwa has already mastered the simple method of glazing pottery, that is, simply brush a layer of grass and wood ash on the mud embryo, and when the pottery is fired, the surface will become very smooth.

What these children found was also this kind of shiny and glazed pottery shards.

The empty ropes on the wooden shelf fell on large and small pottery fragments, and the sound they made when they collided with each other was even more pleasant.

Seeing the wind chimes swaying slightly in the breeze, the children all smiled and cheered around Shenzi.

Han Cheng also smiled.