I am a Primitive Man

Boom~boom~boom~

The mallet was pounded into the stone mortar one by one. After pounding like this for a while, the stone's face gradually showed joy.

Because these barks that have been boiled in water and finely cut with copper knives are much easier to pound than before.

The same amount, with ninety-eight less punches, is basically the same as before.

After resting for a while, he continued to pound the bark vigorously, trying to smash the fibers into finer pieces.

Han Cheng, who watched here for a while, nodded slightly. Judging from the current effect, the change made by the stone is very good.

After watching for a while, I suddenly felt that the sky was a bit dark. I looked up to the sky and found that the sky in the north had dimmed a lot.

This situation didn't last long, and the sun, which was not very bright, quickly disappeared.

In calm weather, the wind began to pick up gradually, shaking the trees.

The sun faded, and the cold wind blew. After a short time, the temperature began to drop, and one could feel the obvious chill.

After all, the cold front has passed!

The person who was sitting at the base of the wall basking in the sun and doing needlework didn't stay around any longer, and went back to the house with a small dustpan, needles and thread.

The able-bodied people, after standing here for a while, finally put on the leather jackets they took off.

The minors were excited by this kind of weather mixed with a little fear.

Holding some small branches in the yard, shouting loudly and waving them wildly.

It seems that he is fighting something invisible to show his bravery.

Compared with the inexplicable excitement of many minors, the stones that had just been pounded into a long oval basin with two ends and soaked in water were not excited at all.

Because after putting the pulp on that kind of sieve, it still needs sunlight to dry.

He had already thought of the method of boiling the bark with boiling water. The reason why he waited until now to implement it was because he was waiting for the weather to warm up and a good day.

In this case,

The spread out pulp will not freeze or freeze, and it can be dried faster and turned into paper by drying it in the sun.

In order to determine whether the weather had been warm enough for a long time, he didn't make paper yesterday, but deliberately observed it all day, woke up this morning, and saw that today was also a good day, and then started to implement it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the pulp was pounded and soaked in a basin, the sky changed.

Looking at the sky that had darkened in no time, Shi Shi's face became as gloomy as the sky, which was really irritating.

Let's put it here first, and wait until the weather improves.

Han Cheng carried Xiaowandou back to the room, and when he came out, he saw Shitou looking helplessly at the sky, couldn't help sniffling, and said this to Shishi.

Generally, people who can achieve great things have some tenacity and strength that ordinary people lack. The stone who inspires to go to heaven also does not lack such strength.

The weather was bad, so he didn't follow Han Cheng's suggestion to put the matter aside and wait for the weather. Instead, he took the sieve and put it in a basin soaked in pulp, got pulp into it, and continued to make paper.

This guy……

Han Cheng looked at it and didn't say anything more. Since he handed over the papermaking to Stone, he wouldn't interfere any more.

If it is damaged, nothing will be lost, because these papers are soaked in water again, and after being stirred, they can slowly return to paper.

It doesn't matter if it can't be restored, just some bark, the tribe can still afford to lose it.

The power of the strong cold front crossing the border was indeed not covered. It didn't take long before the temperature began to drop slowly.

Stone fished out all the pulp in the basin and made three sheets of paper.

I put the last 'sieve' on the side shelf, and when I went to look at the first one, I found that the one I made the earliest had already formed a thin layer of ice.

If this trend continues, it won't take long for these things that have just been made and will become paper as soon as they are exposed to the sun to be completely frozen.

Shitou stood here frowning, obviously he only needed to wait a little longer to get things done, but the weather was just so unfortunate.

In order to see the result, Shi Shi, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at the gloomy sky with a face full of lovelessness.

God doesn't care about his feelings, maybe he thinks the expression of the stone is not miserable enough, God has a gust of wind, and soon it snows.

First, the stone's upturned face was smashed with snow particles, and it turned into heavy snow soon after.

People can't fight God at this time, so the stone, which was drenched in snow for a while, turned and went back to the house, angrily, not even the sieves that had been covered with some snow.

There weren't many people in the courtyard, only the dense wind and snow could not stop rolling down, as if it didn't cost money.

The closed door opened again, and a figure braved the wind and snow to come outside.

The person who came was the stone who hadn't been in for a long time.

Stone came to the place where the paper was made, and after looking at it for a while, he put together the three paper pulp sieves that had fallen on the snow, and carried them back to the house.

In the room, Han Cheng couldn't help smiling when he saw this scene. It's like this a lot of times, anger turns to anger, and collapse turns to collapse, but after a little venting, the things that should be done still have to be done, after all, the future is long.

Go back to the stone in the room with the three sieves in your arms, sit at the mouth of the kang, and put your feet close to some roasting.

Today I had to deal with the water for a long time, and the shoes on my feet inevitably got wet.

The wet shoes were scorched by the fire, and soon white smoke came out.

After the stone is baked for a while, move the foot, change the direction and continue to bake.

He didn't want to be like one of the guys in the tribe, sitting there baking shoes and scorching the soles of them.

After baking like this for a while, Shi Shi's eyes fell on the paper that made him tangled up again.

There was a kang burning inside the house, which was much warmer than outside, and not long after, the snow that had fallen on the three wooden sieves that had been put aside had melted, revealing wet paper.

Baking the stone on his feet, looking at the smoking shoes, and looking at the wet paper, he gradually sat up straight.

If wet shoes can be dried with fire, why can't wet pulp be dried with fire?

As if a ray of light pierced through the oppressive darkness in his mind, Shi Shi, who was stunned for a while, stood up abruptly.

Holding a sieve, I came to the kang mouth and baked it.

The area of ​​the sieve is a bit too big compared to the mouth of the kang, and it is impossible to roast all of it at once.

After the stone baked here for a while, he turned around and ran towards the cave holding the sieve.

There's room enough there for a bigger fire to start.

In the cave, flames rose, and white smoke rose from the sieve held in the arms of the stone.

Under the roasting of the flame, the water vapor gradually evaporates, and the paper is slowly formed.

Looking at the gradually formed paper, Shi Shi's eyes slowly began to light up.

He was not in a hurry to do anything with this piece of paper, and waited until there was no trace of white air coming out, then he put down the sieve, and with a trembling hand, he used a bamboo knife to uncover the paper inside which looked quite different from before.

The paper is thin and soft, and the color is much whiter than the previous paper.

Son of God...

Standing here was full of excitement looking at the stone for a while, holding this very different piece of paper with both hands very preciously, rushed out of the cave in three or two steps, and got into the snowstorm all over the sky.

The thing is like this, as long as you work hard, the suffering you suffered before may be just to force you to success.

Just like the stone who is ecstatic now, if there is no God's various unsightly beauty, then he doesn't know how long it will take him to get to this point.

So, when encountering difficulties, don't be discouraged, and don't give up on yourself.

Because when God closes a door for you, he will also pinch your head...