I am a Primitive Man

There are many ways to divide time, such as year, month, day, and four seasons. Among these many time divisions, Han Cheng thinks that the best way to divide time is night and day.

It is used for working during the day and resting at night, and the distribution is very reasonable.

Until people invented electricity, and the guy who insisted on inventing durable electric lights after failing more than a thousand times and perseveringly appeared, this reasonable division was more and more damaged.

Driven by capital and various other interests, the days are getting longer and longer, the nights are getting shorter and shorter, and the time for sleeping is getting shorter and shorter...

From this point of view, Han Cheng, who lived in a primitive society and couldn't get electricity or electric lights, could indeed complain about the thing that was as bright as day.

Of course, it is not known whether there is no grape in this kind of complaint, saying that grape acid is in it.

Night fell again, copper smelting and many other tasks were left behind by Han Cheng with peace of mind, half lying on the kang, hugging the daughter-in-law he picked up, feeling the increasingly powerful life in her stomach, with smiles on his face Yingying.

Ever since he learned that Bai Xuemei was pregnant, this kind of thing became a must-have homework for Han Cheng every night.

The taste of happiness in this is not enough to speak to outsiders...

Don't just sit and weave, go and pick some mulberry leaves for the silkworms, and be more active.

The next day, Bai Xuemei was going to weave, but Han Cheng stopped her and asked her to pick mulberry leaves.

For those who are about to give birth, it is best not to sleep and sit for a long time, but to stand up more, so that the time will be conducive to giving birth, and you will suffer less when giving birth.

Giving birth to a woman is like going through the gate of hell, especially in primitive times and it is the first child.

Han Cheng didn't expect any bad things to happen to Bai Xuemei and his own children in time, so he attached great importance to these things.

Use my poor knowledge about childbirth to try my best to reduce the risk factor.

Bai Xuemei obediently picked up a commonly used bamboo basket and went to pick mulberry leaves. Han Cheng thought for a while, then followed, and reached out to take the bamboo basket from Bai Xuemei's hand, and let him hold it.

My own wife and children, of course, I have to take care of myself. As for the matter of copper smelting, I can push it back a little bit. Anyway, it can't be done in a short time, so I don't have to rush so fast to compete for the day and night.

Looking at Bai Xuemei, who wanted to jump up happily because she was with him, Han Cheng felt that his decision was very correct.

At this time, the mulberries are almost ripe, and the small lumpy fruit is a little red on the side exposed to the sun, and the bottom is still white.

At this time, the mulberry fruit is not very delicious, and it tastes sour and astringent in the mouth, which is quite different from the ripe, sour and sweet mulberry fruit.

Han Cheng couldn't put his mouth down after eating two, but Bai Xuemei didn't have the tendency to shut up at all, she sent one after another to her mouth, eating it so much that Han Cheng couldn't help but look at it. Live to produce saliva.

Not gluttonous, but sour.

Sure enough, a woman who is pregnant cannot be treated with common sense.

Bai Xuemei likes to eat sour, which is not so unique.

The scary ones are those whose tastes have changed due to pregnancy.

There are those who like to smell gasoline, and those who like to smell the smell of old houses...

For example, the daughter-in-law of a colleague of Han Cheng's later life, during her pregnancy, she always liked to go to other people's pigpens, and then watched the pigs in other pigpens and couldn't help swallowing.

At the beginning, the colleague thought his wife was greedy for pork, so he hurried to buy it home. After cooking it carefully, he found that his wife only ate two small pieces and stopped using her chopsticks.

After repeated questioning, I realized that what I was hungry for was not pork, but pig food...

After picking a bamboo basket full of mulberry leaves, all the mulberry fruits on one tree disappeared, and only Bai Xuemei was still looking at the other trees eagerly, as if she didn't want to leave.

What Han Cheng couldn't stand was her look, so he had to pick a lot more, wrapped it in a big tree leaf, and handed it to Bai Xuemei.

Han Cheng walked in front with a bamboo basket, and Bai Xuemei followed behind with mulberries, so beautiful that her nose was bubbling.

Han Cheng, who swallowed his saliva for a long time, felt that it would be difficult to eat mature mulberries in the tribe this year.

After returning to the tribe to help Bai Xuemei feed the silkworms and arrange the 'household affairs', Han Cheng then found Hei Wa to think about the new copper smelting stove with him.

The copper smelting vat had to be specially made, and a hole had to be left at the bottom of the vat to allow the molten metal to flow out of the vat.

For such an opening, of course, the lower the opening, the better, because the lower the opening, the cleaner the copper juice inside will flow.

According to this standard, it is most suitable to open on the bottom of the tank.

But of course it won't work. After thinking about it, I opened the opening on the wall of the tank, as close to the bottom of the tank as possible.

As for the matter of slag, after thinking about it, I came up with an idea, which is to use the characteristic that slag is not as heavy as molten copper.

Of course, it is not to use a spoon to scoop it out a little bit. This is too slow, too dangerous, and it may not be cleaned.

The solution Han Cheng thought of was actually very simple, that is to make an opening on the other side of the pottery vat, the opening should be higher than this, so that the slag floating on the upper layer can be drained out. All that is left is the copper liquid.

And with these two outlets, the large vat for refining copper liquid can be reused, instead of smashing one at a time like yesterday.

As for the stove for the fire, it is also easy to solve, just replace the bricks with yellow mud and clay.

These two things are extremely fire-resistant and will not be burned like bricks.

After some discussion and sketching on the ground, the two finally settled on the shape of the special pottery jar.

Then the rest is Hei Wa's performance alone.

After several years of specializing in one thing, Heiwa's skills became more and more proficient, and Han Cheng, the person who brought Tao into the tribe, had already been left far behind.

Watching Heiwa make pottery now is simply a visual enjoyment.

The reconciled mud seemed to have life in his hands, very obedient, and with his movements, it quickly became what he expected.

The whole process can be described as smooth and flowing.

Before it was dark, a special clay jar with a height of more than 1.5 meters and a diameter of more than 60 centimeters at the bottom appeared in front of Han Cheng.

This pottery vat is also different from ordinary pottery vats. The difference is that the upper middle part of the pottery vat is thinner than both ends, and it looks a bit like a vase for flower arrangement.

The reason why there is such a unique shape is that when designing, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the brick-built chimneys in the steel factory that he had seen from afar, and white smoke rose from time to time. s things.

Although I don't know what it is used for for the time being, but since later generations built it like this, it obviously makes sense, so Han Chengcheng used it honestly.