I am a Primitive Man

Under Han Cheng's questioning, Wu told the reason.

A long time ago, when they were picking food, two members of the Qingque tribe disturbed the flying insects that Han Cheng called bees.

Both of them died because of this, and their deaths were miserable.

Most of the experiences summed up by primitive people are blood-stained, and many of them paid the price of their lives.

After the two people died, the witches in the tribe recorded the fact that the gathering place of flying insects would kill people.

And pass it on to the next witch.

Before Han Cheng said honey and bees, Wu didn’t know the reasons for the different names of flying insects in Chinese and Wu’s original inheritance, and God’s sons were drooling for them, because a long time ago, let them The tribe has had two flying bugs die.

It wasn't until he followed Xiaofu to the place where the bees built their nests that he realized that the bees that the Son of God mentioned were flying insects that could kill people.

Delicious honey is the product of flying insects.

Because this incident happened long ago when the last witch existed, so when it came to this witch, it didn't spread much.

At this time, by coincidence, Wu's memory was excavated, and after telling everyone to listen, those who had drooled with Wu before, now all became terrified.

Looking at the miserable Xiaofu, and thinking about what Wu said, the saliva in his mouth stopped immediately.

Stung to death?

Han Chengran, no wonder Wu had such a big reaction. It turned out that there was such a tragic experience in the tribe a long time ago.

It's just that you can't give up eating because of choking!

It cannot be said that I have been stung by a bee before, and since then, I have never dared to touch a bee again.

And there are many types of bees, some of which are highly poisonous, not to mention humans, even black bears with rough skin and thick flesh can't handle them.

Naturally, such bees cannot be touched.

However, the swarm of bees discovered now mainly produces honey, and the toxicity is not particularly high.

This point can be seen from Xiaofu who has been stung so many times, except for some fat, and there is no other serious problem.

Han Cheng told Wu and others about his thoughts, but Wu still shook his head and refused to let Han Cheng take risks.

Although I learned that honey is delicious from Shenzi's mouth, no matter how delicious the honey is, it is not as important as Shenzi's safety.

Han Cheng thought about his past, and he hadn't prepared for anything. There would be no difference except that he had the same bags as Xiaofu, so he didn't insist anymore, and he left the forest with Wu and the others.

However, the location of the hive was firmly remembered by him.

It was spring, and when all the flowers were in full bloom, the bees had enough flowers to pick, and there must be enough honey in the hive.

With so much honey, Han Cheng can't just let it go to waste.

When he came to the field, seeing that everyone had basically mastered raking and sowing, and did not need him as a god son to provide technical guidance, Han Cheng immediately became a hands-off shopkeeper and returned to the tribe in a hurry.

First go to the house, on a pottery board, use a stone pencil to draw the general appearance of the beehive.

Then he came to lame who was doing carpentry in the yard with the pottery board in his arms, put down the pottery board, let lame stop the work for a while, and began to explain the structure of the beehive to lame, so that he could make the beehive as soon as possible.

Han Cheng has a certain understanding of beehives. He has seen beekeepers more than once when he was a child.

The beehive in my impression is about a wooden box with a width of half a meter and a height and length of less than one meter.

From the top of the beehive, you can draw out the manufactured splints one by one like a drawer, and the top is covered with nests built by bees.

As soon as the bamboo knife goes down, there will be viscous and bright yellow honey, which will slowly flow out and fall into the container prepared earlier...

After such a long period of focusing on weavers and carpenters, Lai's skills can be said to be very good, and he is used to seeing Han Cheng's not-so-standard drawings.

After Han Cheng's explanation, after a while, he began to pat his chest to assure that he could make this box.

Then I started to intercept the wood and split the most basic work of planks.

Han Cheng stayed here for a while, and when he saw that he was doing well, he left with confidence.

Then he went into the house and pulled out a large roll of sackcloth.

There are a total of more than 60 meters of linen, which is the result of the labor of the women of the Qingque tribe from last winter to this spring.

About a quarter of it was produced by Bai Xuemei's child bride who likes to raise silkworms and weave cloth.

Although they were mixed together, Han Chengcheng could tell which ones were made by Bai Xuemei with just one glance.

Because the linen cloth woven by Bai Xuemei is not only neat and has few threads, but also very fine and dense, which is far from comparable to other cloth with many small square holes.

The cloth spun by Bai Xuemei is good for making clothes, Han Cheng couldn't bear to waste it carelessly.

However, the other relatively inferior cloths are not just useless, and they can also play a role under certain conditions.

From these cloths, Han Cheng picked out the worst linen cloth that could be used as a veil, walked outside, and came to the young bride-in-law who was lying there intently watching the silkworms eat the mulberry leaves.

Sensing someone approaching, Bai Xuemei raised her head and found that it was Brother Cheng, a cheerful smile immediately appeared on her face, revealing her white teeth.

Her front teeth have all been replaced, and the bottom tooth on the left just fell out a few days ago. People who are not familiar with her will not know, and her talking and laughing will not be out of fashion because of it.

Stretching out his hand to touch the head of the taller Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng smiled and said, Go and get the sewing knife and make me something.

Bai Xuemei happily agreed, and ran into the house with a thud, and after a while, she came over with a small clay pot with needles and brains.

Brother Cheng, what are you doing?

Han Cheng put the hat on his head that he was holding when he came over, pointed at the hat, and said, On it, put a circle of cloth on it, to my position.

Han Cheng pointed to the bamboo hat, gestured at his waist again, and said to Bai Xuemei.

Brother Cheng, why are you doing this?

Bai Xuemei asked while picking up the cloth and making gestures on Han Cheng's body.

Her hands are very dexterous, and her needlework is not inferior to those of the grown-up primitive women in the tribe, especially when it comes to making things out of cloth.

Do you like to eat the boiled canned food?

Han Cheng asked with a smile.

Bai Xuemei nodded vigorously. She misses the sweet and sour canned fruit until now, and feels that it tastes much better than wine and vinegar.

With this thing, in a few days, I can get back something more delicious than canned food.