I am a Primitive Man

When the spring rain doesn't stop, the whole Qingque tribe seems to be more relaxed. People who have been busy can take advantage of the rain to take a rest.

However, among these leisurely people, Bai Xuemei was not included, because her main work was basically done indoors.

In the dark room because of the rain, there are some shelves made of sticks of different sizes, and dustpans are placed on the shelves.

There are some tender mulberry leaves in the dustpan, and there are some small black spots on the mulberry leaves.

If you stay here for a while, you will find that there are still some small holes on these tender mulberry leaves.

This is Qingque's first batch of spring silkworms in ten years, which had been hatched by the warm spring sun two days ago.

Bai Xuemei walked slowly in the room, stood in front of this dustpan for a while, then walked around to pick up another dustpan and continued to stay.

During this process, sometimes I would use a loose rabbit fur brush to gently sweep inside or twice, and sometimes I would get some small mulberry leaves to dry the rainwater into the pineapple on the side and carefully scatter them in. In the dustpan, I did it very seriously.

In the quiet room, in front of Han Cheng, the primitive little woman who always seemed to have no brains and would never grow up the same, now she was calm and serious.

This kind of calmness and earnestness are unique to those who have made achievements that are difficult for others to achieve in a certain field.

When Lai picks up an ax and saws to start carpentry, when Heiwa and Ni start making pottery, when the second brother picks up the sling, when Sha takes off the longbow on his back... similar temperament will appear on them.

From the meeting room of the blue brick and tiled building, after telling senior brother and Shang about the armor, Han Cheng walked out of the room to the silkworm room, and came to look for Bai Xuemei.

Standing not far from the door, Han Cheng quietly looked at Bai Xuemei in the room, with a heartfelt smile on his face.

Serious men are very attractive, and Han Cheng naturally knows this. He can easily figure this out just by looking at those primitive women in the tribe who always look at him with a little green light in their eyes.

Now, he suddenly made another surprising discovery - serious women are also very attractive.

Han Cheng stood here looking at it for a while, and then continued to walk towards the door of Jamsil.

As soon as the light in the silkworm room dimmed, Bai Xuemei, who was working seriously, felt the change in the light. After a little daze, she looked up at the door.

After recognizing the person who appeared at the door, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the serious and calm demeanor just now disappeared all of a sudden.

Brother Cheng~

She shouted happily, and greeted Han Cheng...

Because of Han Cheng's arrival, the quiet silkworm room suddenly became much more lively.

Han Cheng asked her something about spring silkworms, and Bai Xuemei's chatterbox was immediately opened.

After talking to Bai Xuemei with a smile like this for a while, Han Cheng began to tell him about the armor.

At this time, due to the limited materials and technology in the tribe, there was not much choice of armor. After careful consideration, Han Cheng felt that these types of armor could appear in the tribe.

One is leather armor made of leather, and the other is rattan armor.

As for high-end goods such as bronze armor, the technology in the tribe is limited. To do more is to wait until the leather armor is manufactured, and then cast some bronze pieces with small holes, and then use a strong small leather rope to tie them together firmly. strapped in leather armor.

In the end, this kind of armor that Han Cheng didn't know what to call it was formed.

The reason why he came to find Bai Xuemei at this time and told her about the armor was because Bai Xuemei's hands were very skillful.

Not only in terms of sericulture and weaving, the craftsmanship is ahead of the people in the tribe, but even in making clothes, they are also better than the women in the tribe.

In particular, the crotch pants that Bai Xuemei sewed for the minors in the tribe are the best of the Qingque tribe. In this aspect, no one in the tribe can surpass her.

The function of leather armor is different from that of clothes, but it is still related to clothes in many ways. After making an extra layer of protection for the people in the tribe, Han Chengcheng came to find Bai Xuemei.

Bai Xuemei squatted on the ground, listening seriously.

She is always so serious about the things brother Cheng explained, and wants to do her best.

After Han Cheng told Bai Xuemei carefully for a while, after thinking about it, he felt that the expression was not clear enough, so he returned to the meeting room in the big tiled building of blue bricks, sat down at his desk, and recalled the ancient costumes in his mind. The image of the leather armor in the film and television drama, while holding a finely ground charcoal pencil, slowly sketches on the paper made of stone.

Life is the best teacher, it can teach you many things whether you like it or not.

Just like the current Han Cheng, who never drew before except for some ghostly drawn symbols, but now he has been sharpened and can draw the general appearance of some objects in his mind with more proficient brushwork to the point.

It was drizzling outside the window, and Han Cheng was sitting in front of the table and drawing seriously.

This kind of thing continued until a bean lamp was lit by the table, and the night was getting darker.

Han Changchang stretched his waist long, looked at the irregular armor pattern on the paper on the table, and showed a satisfied smile.

God did not hate him enough to train him, he was far from reaching the level of a human flesh camera, he only knows some wild ways, it is already very good to be able to draw the armor pattern which is very complicated for him to such an extent.

After all, he doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder. This kind of thing that can kill obsessive-compulsive disorder is of no use to him.

Waking up in the morning, Han Cheng felt a little back pain and was very tired all over. He stood there thinking for a while, and suddenly remembered that last night, he seemed to be dreaming that he was wearing armor, holding a spear, and riding a horse across the battlefield. The majestic posture of fighting in all directions.

Sure enough, I think about it every day and dream at night. I have been worrying about armor and other things from yesterday until night, and I had such a dream at night...

While recalling some fragments of dreams in his memory, Han Cheng's complexion suddenly became a little weird, and finally he grinned uncontrollably.

High-end things like Ma Zhen can appear in his dreams. It seems that this dream is indeed a dream.

However, his eyes met with Bai Xuemei's side, and after seeing the familiar appearance of the grown-up child bride-in-law, Han Cheng couldn't help touching his chin.

This guy now has his own navigation...

Feeling emotional for a while because of his new skill, after washing up and having breakfast, Master Han began to take out the blueprints he drew with great difficulty yesterday, and called Bai Xuemei and Lame over to explain them together.

Rattan armor and leather armor, these two kinds of armor, Han Cheng is going to make some. If they don't make them all for testing and comparison, Han Cheng can't know their specific advantages and disadvantages just by relying on conjectures. Which kind of armor is more suitable for the tribe.

Rattan armor and leather armor have different materials and specific aspects, but in the final analysis they are all armor and have a lot in common, so Han Chengcheng called Lai and Bai Xuemei to explain.

After all, it can save some talking.

Lame, a person who was not very popular in the tribe because of his inflexible legs, after nearly ten years of tempering, is no longer what it used to be.

This refers not only to his status, but also to his attainments in woodworking and weaving.

As the person in the tribe who followed in the footsteps of the Son of God and created the most new things, Lai has long been accustomed to Han Cheng's way of telling, and his ability to understand and accept the new things that Han Cheng created has been tempered. up.

So after Han Cheng pointed to the drawn pattern and talked for a while, Lai basically understood it.

Bai Xuemei's understanding of armor is no slower than lameness.

This is probably because things like clothes are her strong point, and Bai Xuemei is the closest person to herself in the tribe.

After being in contact for a long time, I was influenced by my own intelligence invisibly, and everyone became gradually smarter.

Sure enough, those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black!

A certain shameless son of God looked at Bai Xuemei, who found out the leather and copper knife, and was about to try to make armor, with her hands behind her back, and her face was full of intoxication...

Bai Xuemei started to make armor, so the newly born silkworms were naturally not easy to take care of.

But there is no need to worry about this. Over the past few years, especially after Bai Xuemei spun silkworm cocoons and wove silk that feels cool and slippery, the tribe's emphasis on silkworms has invisibly increased. a lot.

Coupled with Han Cheng's advocacy, up to now, Bai Xuemei is not the only one who knows how to raise silkworms in the tribe. It's just that Bai Xuemei is very interested in silkworm raising, and she is better taken care of by everyone.

Han Cheng watched Bai Xue making leather armor here for a while, then got up and went to the lame carpenter's room.

Sitting limply on a small wooden pier covered with leather, armor was woven there with soft rattan.

Now that spring is here, the branches that were very brittle in winter and would break when broken, are now very resilient, making them perfect for weaving things.

Limp's rough-looking fingers were extremely flexible at the moment, these vines were constantly swinging back and forth in his hands, and then they somehow got together and took shape.

As for the lame weaving skills, Han Cheng, as a guide, has nothing to point out.

Because lame had already learned a little about the fur of Han Dashenzi who knew a little about fur, and on this basis, he extended it a lot.

But God Son Han was not the slightest bit frustrated about this, on the contrary he was very happy.

Because this is what he taught well...

It is not such an easy thing to weave rattan canes into rattan armor. Even though lame's weaving skills are already very high, when weaving these things, I still stop and think for a while Son, sometimes I will dismantle the prepared ones or discard them directly, and start to make new ones...

In such a groping split, the days passed quietly.

After the spring rain, which was as expensive as oil, stopped, and after the ground had dried for a while, the Qingque Tribe began spring planting.

Some people are still plowing the unfinished land, while others who have sowed better seeds are separated from the plowing field and start to support the columbine carts in the plowed and harrowed ground. sowing.

The donkey being led by someone howled twice from time to time, leaving some hoof marks in the ground.

The columbine cart behind it kept moving forward with its traction.

On the way forward, a thin line of shelled millet leaked from the bin eye, diverted to the three columbine legs, and then buried in the ground, making a pleasant sound.

The person holding the columbine cart will shake the columbine cart from side to side vigorously when the eyes of the bin are blocked and the seeds are planting slowly...

Madoka felt that her eyes were not enough.

This unprecedented farming method gave her enough shock.

She wanted very much to understand how these three-legged things called columbine carts were made.

Want to learn to farm with these three legged things.

But at the same time, she also really wanted to know what kind of armor was being made in the tribe and the son of God was trying to make.

After all, this is the first time since she came to the tribe, the wise Son of God has solemnly asked the people in the tribe to make new things.

It is best to be able to witness the whole process, so that she can easily understand the truth of this, and feel the wisdom from the Son of God more deeply and closely.

Fortunately, Han Cheng did not tell the well-known story of Journey to the West to the people in the tribe in order to establish a more positive value for the people in the tribe and not lead the people in the tribe too far.

Otherwise, Yuan at this time might have plucked all the hair from his whole body and created a clone...

In fact, not only her, but most of the other people in the tribe were very curious about the armor that Shenzi said.

It has long been a consensus of the Qingque tribe to follow Shenzi to see strange things.

Especially Shang, who paid more attention to this matter than others.

Because Miko's smile before always made him feel a little chills unconsciously.

As a militant, he was a little disturbed by the smile of the Son of God. If those who were stabbed to death by Shang knew about this, they would definitely feel that their death was particularly wronged...

In the carpenter's room, Han Cheng carefully looked at the freshly baked rattan armor in his hand.

After seven or eight days of continuous efforts, the first decent rattan armor in the tribe finally appeared.

For some reason, looking at the set of rattan armor in his hand, before Han Cheng had time to be happy, he suddenly remembered the story of Zhuge Liang burning the rattan armor army...

(Finally coded out, I feel my body is hollowed out... will resume normal update tomorrow.)