I am a Primitive Man

(Rewards for book friends AT books will be added on 7/12, 8/18, too many words, I can't put it on the chapter title, sniffing...)

Many things in the world are like this, just separated by a layer of window paper, you only need to pierce it, and you can get a brand new result immediately, and it is not impossible to discover a brand new world.

It's just not easy to pierce this membrane.

Just like lame now.

Putting things on wheels and making them into carts for transporting things is the most normal thing for people in later generations, but it is very difficult for people in the tribe to think about it.

If it weren't for Han Cheng to make a point, even on the basis of today, the people in the tribe can think of things like adding wheels to the sledge, making vehicles, and putting deer and donkeys on them to pull the carts. It's not easy.

You only need to look at Lai's reaction at this moment to know this.

In fact, this is the biggest advantage of people who travel back, because with the knowledge that I don’t know how many years ahead, when they deal with the things they encounter, they often feel very common, or even taken for granted, in this era. In the eyes of everyone, there will be an uproar.

Looking at the lame who bowed deeply to himself and respectfully praised the 'Son of God', and the witch who joined him later, Han Cheng thought with emotion.

It's not by accident that Lai became the number one carpenter of the Qingque Tribe. You only need to look at the way he looks so excited and eager to build it immediately after learning about the donkey cart.

The most critical part of making a two-wheeled donkey cart is not the sledge-like body on the top, but the wheels below.

This is really a very technical thing, especially the bearings that connect the two wheels.

Together with the weight of the car itself and the weight of the things on it, it will be pressed on the bearings first, and then shared on the two wheels. The weight it bears can be imagined.

Before there was no bronze in the tribe, hardwood alone was enough to make the axles of some wheelbarrows, but it was difficult to make hardwood bearings for two-wheeled carts like donkey carts that were destined to carry a lot of things.

Therefore, the manufacture of donkey carts is not only the work of Lai, the carpenter, but also the work of Hei Wa, the craftsman who makes the molds, and the second senior brother, who specializes in copper and iron besides slings.

Han Cheng said that he needed to call the second senior brother and Hei Wa to come and study together, but before he had time to go out, the extremely excited carpenter limped and ran quickly to find the two of them.

At this speed, Han Cheng, a man with good legs and feet, actually felt a little unmatched.

Not long after, the second senior brother and Hei Wa limped in excitement, and also came over with excited faces.

Son of God!

Son of God!

On the way here, the two of them already knew roughly what Han Cheng called them to come from their lameness, so after they came to Han Cheng and said hello, they began to look at Han Cheng with piercing eyes, waiting for Han Cheng to start getting off. Send tasks.

Han Cheng was very satisfied with the attitudes of several people, and immediately took a piece of paper, a charcoal pencil, and things like rulers and compasses, and began to draw two wheels connected by bearings on the paper.

After finishing the painting, I also said some of my own opinions on it.

As for the wheels, Han Cheng's most memories come from when he was a child with a few friends in the village. He went around the room and unloaded from the car, one wheel landed on the ground, and the other wheel flew into the air. matter.

Hold it with your hand, and then push it hard, and the ox cart wheel on it will rotate.

At an age that lacks toys, Han Cheng can play with such fun things for most of the day without getting tired of them.

It's just that the ox cart wheel tires at home are made of rubber, and where the bearing and the wheel are connected, in addition to the steel sleeve, there are small steel balls between the inner sleeve and the outer sleeve.

These things mixed with motor oil,

Both will make the friction between the wheel and the axle smaller, making the cart more light and stable.

There is still a huge gap between knowing these and making them, but at least you can know where you need to work hard.

Han Cheng pointed to the sketches he had drawn and said these things to several people there. Among them, Lame and Hei Wa understood the fastest, while the second senior brother, a coppersmith who became a monk halfway, was a lot slower, and he was as black as a little bit. Compared with the two children, it is much more difficult to teach.

It's just that during this process, you still have to have a pleasant face and a good mood, otherwise, such a big man who looks extremely mighty and majestic will show a look of crying, which makes people feel a little unbearable.

Fortunately, for things like bearing collars, the most important thing is Hei Wa, the mold maker. He just needs to make the mold, and the second senior brother will pour it out step by step.

The discussion about the donkey cart lasted until the sky was about to darken, and then it was considered to be completely over.

And when it was over, there were several more people in the conference room. They were all leaders of the Qingque tribe who came over by themselves after hearing some news.

For example, Senior Brother, Shang, and Mao.

Everyone who came out of the conference room couldn't hide their excitement. They wished they could ride in that kind of two-wheeled cart pulled by a donkey.

The second senior brother, Lai, and Heiwa, the backbone technicians, rolled up their sleeves eagerly.

If it weren't for Han Cheng's order to sleep well and get enough energy to try again tomorrow, these guys would definitely be able to do something like a night battle...

Brother Cheng, what is a donkey cart?

When sleeping at night, Bai Xuemei, who was lying on the kang, asked Han Cheng aloud, full of curiosity.

It is a cart that puts the sledge close to the left and right sides of the middle, installs a large wheel on each side, and then puts on a donkey, and lets the donkey pull it.

Han Cheng explained aloud.

After thinking for a while, he said again: When the donkey cart is built in the Time Tribe and the road leading to the Tongshan residential area is also built, we will put on the donkey cart and load it with canned food, dried meat, For things like millet, pots and bowls, I will drive the car, and you and Xiao Wandou will sit in the car, and then you will take Fu Jiang and Tuantuan to play in the Tongshan residential area.

Show you the blue pool on the Copper Mountain...

In later generations, when you are picking up a girl, if I say that I will take you and your children to see the outside world in the ox cart at home, then in all likelihood, I will give up, and I will give you a white stare at that time, and then Turn around and leave.

Still want to bring the kids? This is simply what happens in dreams.

But now it's completely different.

After Han Cheng sacrificed this kind of donkey cart that doesn't even have a car key that can be dropped straight down from the waistband, and said that it is time to take her and the child out to play, Bai Xuemei was very happy. Hugging Han Cheng's arm, his eyebrows and eyes were full of stars.

In this way, Han Cheng sighed once again, if the majority of single comrades in future generations know that it is so easy to find a wife at this time and the requirements are so low, I don’t know if there will be a wave of going to the Gobi Desert, and then use their hands. Go touch that petroglyph craze...

According to Han Cheng's guess, if he travels far enough, he might be able to find a fair-skinned, beautiful woman with long legs that could crush a watermelon, and blonde hair and blue eyes as his wife.

Of course, the premise is that they can survive in such an era, and not become food for wild beasts, and drag them to take a bath...

On the second day, the people in the tribe got up very early, and many people had dark circles under their eyes. Among them were the three main personnel who built the donkey carts, Lai, Heiwa, and the second senior brother, and those who were sitting on the donkey cart. The excited and sleepless Bai Xuemei and the others who went out for an outing in the donkey cart were the most obvious.

So much so that when the two chubby guys, Tuantuan and its mother, came over, they were confused for a long time, then silently hugged the bamboo in their arms, turned and left without a word...

Chi Chi ~ Chi Chi ~

Outside the carpenter's room, two apprentices brought out by a lame hand stopped weaving the rattan armor, and were pulling the saw hard, sawing down the straight line drawn with charcoal and a ruler, and sawing with the fine sawdust. It fell down one after another, and a piece of wood standing there was gradually disintegrated into planks.

Lame squatted aside, chopping a piece of wood with a bronze ax in his hand.

The sledge is similar to the upper part of the donkey cart, but there are still some differences after all.

Moreover, it is a pity to destroy a good sledge and change it into a donkey cart. In addition, such things as copper casting axles cannot be manufactured in a short time, and there is plenty of time, so the lame is prepared on the basis of manufacturing the sledge. According to some suggestions that Han Cheng said yesterday, a donkey cart was rebuilt.

After you get this new donkey cart out, go get the wooden wheels...

In the pottery room, Heiwa was squatting there and using the reconciled mud to make molds. This new mold was not very smooth to make. After a while, he would look at the two pieces of paper not far away.

On it are the shapes of two wheels connected by bearings drawn by Han Cheng, as well as the appearance of individual bearings.

After looking at it for a while, I turned back and continued making molds.

In the process, he destroyed many semi-finished molds made of mud.

Squatting aside to help make mud is Wu's hand warmer Baoyuan. For pottery, Yuan, who used to make pottery in the Bannong tribe, has a deep obsession.

Therefore, after coming to the Qingque tribe, when she saw Heiwa started making pottery with clay, she would lean over and watch with piercing eyes.

After watching a lot, I will slowly start mixing mud and try to make pottery.

With Heiwa, a master pottery maker, Yuan has benefited a lot from it. Compared with before, the level of pottery making has been greatly improved...

Oh~

An apprentice carpenter holding a long ruler made of wood in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other to draw straight lines on the wood couldn't help sighing.

Because he accidentally drew a crooked line just now, this is the third time he has drawn a crooked line.

The line is crooked. If it is not corrected, the whole piece of wood will become waste after the wood is opened along this line, so the little apprentice can only find a broken rag, stick it in water and continue. wipe.

After finally wiping it clean, he drew it wrong again, which almost made the little apprentice jump on the spot angrily and anxiously.

Because there is only a small half of the last piece of wood being sawed, and it will be finished in a short time. If the painting is done well, then the work will be delayed.

And there is also the possibility of being blamed by the master.

The little apprentice was anxious and wanted to draw these lines quickly, but the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made.

Seeing that the rest of the wood was about to be untied, and he hadn't finished drawing the line on the pillar, the little apprentice was crying anxiously.

Why haven't you finished drawing yet?

The lame man who was chopping a pillar with an ax over there couldn't hear the sound of the big saw. He looked up and saw that the two people who pulled the big saw had stopped, and they were standing on the side of the man who was in charge of marking the line. The little apprentice looked in front of him, and the little apprentice wiped away tears anxiously, and immediately knew what was going on.

Immediately, he frowned and asked aloud, with some sternness in his voice.

This little apprentice had only recently learned carpentry, and it was normal for him to be unskilled in drawing lines. When those apprentices followed him to learn carpentry in the past, they were not very good at drawing lines at first.

Such things are lamely understandable.

The reason why he seemed a little angry at this time was because he saw the little apprentice wiping his tears.

Everyone will encounter difficulties. When encountering difficulties, find a way to overcome them. Wiping tears there, lameness is the most unbearable thing to look at.

And this little apprentice was already very anxious, but now that he was told by the lame, he became even more anxious.

Although he really wanted to stop his tears, he couldn't hold back no matter what.

Seeing this scene, the lame frown deepened, and the two people who originally wanted to help him draw the line stopped what they were doing.

In the Qingque tribe, it is really not very popular to cry when encountering suffering.

What's wrong?

Han Cheng, who came out of the pottery workshop and walked towards here, asked after seeing the situation here.

Son of God, he draws lines...

Most primitive people have a straightforward temper, so Lai told the matter directly in front of the little apprentice.

The little apprentice who was already crying straight down, the tears fell hard, and the whole body was twitching, the kind that couldn't be held back.

After Han Cheng knew the situation, he smiled at the lame, asked about the construction of the donkey cart body, turned around and walked towards the apprentice.

Just like ordinary children who worry about seeing adults after making mistakes, this little apprentice is also like this.

Originally, it was uncomfortable enough for him to be blamed by his master for being lame when he couldn't draw a line, but Shenzi, who he respected the most, happened to come here at this time and encountered this matter.

What made him most uncomfortable was that the Son of God was still coming towards him at this time...

Can't you draw well?

Han Cheng came to the little apprentice and knelt down and said.

This apprentice was born in the spring of the second year of Han Cheng's arrival. His name was Mao Er. He got such a strange name because his ears were not very round and resembled an irregular triangle.

Calculated according to Qingque's chronological method, Mao'er, who was born in the spring of Qingque's second year, has already passed her eighth birthday, and her imaginary age is already nine years old.

Nine years old, in later generations he was still in primary school, and now Mao Er, in addition to learning some knowledge in Qingque Primary School, also has to do carpentry and other things.

This is the change that happened after his arrival. When Han Cheng first came here, children as big as cat ears in the tribe were treated as adults except for dangerous activities such as hunting. to use.

There are mountains to back the mountains, and there are no mountains to bear alone. The children of the poor said that they are the living conditions of most minors in this era.

Mao Er was holding his breath, desperately trying to hold back the tears, but things were so strange, it was fine if the Son of God didn't ask, but when he asked, he couldn't hold back the tears even more.

But Shenzi had to answer the question, so the consequence of doing this was that when the crying cat ears choked with snot and tears and opened their mouths to speak, they let out too much air, and then the left nostril, A snot bubble was blown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The oversized one almost covers half of the face of the cat ears...

The tearful cat's ear was so dazed by his miraculous operation that he stood there and forgot to cry, and also forgot to answer.

Seeing all this, Han Cheng knew that it was not appropriate to laugh out loud at this time, so he endured it for a while, but finally he couldn't hold back, and squatted there, covering his stomach and laughing loudly.

It's a professional who can't laugh at Han Cheng, and he usually doesn't laugh such a wild laugh.

Unless you can't help it.

Blowing out huge snot bubbles, the whole person was a little dazed cat ears, watching the incomparably respectful Shenzi squatting in front of him, laughing and leaning back and forth, he couldn't hold back his voice at all, he was stunned for a while, and finally couldn't help it , burst into tears.

There were two people, one big and one small, one was squatting there holding his stomach and laughing, the other was standing there crying loudly, it was very lively for a while.

Later generations who don't know the inside story saw it and decided that it was the strange uncle Han Cheng who robbed the children's bubblegum.

Uh, bubble gum...

Seeing that Mao Er was crying even more sadly, Han Cheng used great perseverance to hold back his smile.

Stop crying, go and wash your hands and face well. After you stop crying, I will teach you a way to draw lines quickly.

Han Cheng, who put on a serious face, said to the cat's ears in a rather majestic voice.

Sure enough, it is better to treat such a little guy with a serious face. Looking at the cat-eared figure who stretched out his hand to scratch his face from time to time while walking, Han Cheng, who was still serious just now, laughed silently while covering his stomach.

When he was laughing, when he saw the cat ears turning his head back, Han Cheng, who reacted in awe, immediately changed into a serious and serious face again.

Son of God, is there really a way to quickly draw a line?

After Mao'er went to wash his face, he heard what Han Cheng said to Mao'er, and came over and asked aloud.

As a master carpenter in the tribe, he didn't want to miss any improvements in carpentry and weaving.

Well, there is indeed, but I just remembered it.

Han Cheng nodded and said out loud.

Hearing Han Cheng's affirmation of this matter, Lai immediately became beaming, full of anticipation.

Han Cheng turned around and went back to the room to find a piece of thin hemp rope and an ink stick made by witches, and then added some water to a somewhat rough fired pottery inkstone and began to grind it slowly.

As he grinds, the water in the inkstone gradually turns black and becomes ink.

Limp stood aside while watching and pondering in his heart, trying to figure out how Shenzi could better draw lines with these things.

They need to use charcoal pens or ink and brushes to draw lines. Of course, these lame people know, but they are deeply puzzled that Han Cheng did not take out a brush at this time but took out a length of twine.

Isn't hemp thread used for weaving cloth or twisting hemp rope? Why did the Son of God let it out now?

You take this end.

After grinding the ink, Han Cheng put the hemp thread into the pottery inkstone, leaving only two ends outside.

After seeing that the twine was soaked in ink, he pointed to the other end and said to Mao Er, who had already walked over after washing his face.

At this time, Mao Er was attracted by the strange thing Han Cheng made, except for the occasional involuntary sob, she no longer shed tears.

At this time, after hearing what Han Cheng said, he followed Han Cheng's example and pinched the other end of the twine with his hands.

Then, under Han Cheng's signal, the two of them pulled the ink-soaked twine, one after the other, and walked towards the piece of wood where the cat's ears were lined not long ago.

Use your hands to pull up the twine a little, and then let it go.

Under Han Cheng's signal, the two stretched the ink-soaked hemp thread on the two ends of the wooden pillar to align them with the previously carved marks.

Han Cheng looked at it, and after confirming that neither side was right or wrong, he said to Mao Er aloud.

While talking, he used his free hand to make a movement of pinching the twine and pulling it up before letting go.

After receiving Han Cheng's instructions, Mao Er stretched out his fingers and carefully pinched the ink-soaked hemp thread in front of him, pulled it up a little, and then let go of his fingers.

The pulled twine bounced back and landed on the wood, and a clear black line was printed on the wood, very straight without any curvature.

Mao Er looked at his ink-stained fingers, looked at the slightly trembling hemp thread and the clear ink line under the hemp thread, his eyes widened, and there was disbelief in surprise.

He couldn't believe that the line that made him cry before was so easily drawn out, and it was still such a straight, uniform thickness ink line.

Son of God...

Cat's ears looked up, looked at Han Cheng with surprise and joy, and then yelled in a daze, then didn't know what to say.

Looking at the cat's ears, Han Cheng smiled and said, Come on, let's draw another line.

Um!

Mao Er nodded vigorously, and then transferred the twine to the next place where the mark was engraved together with Han Cheng.

This time, Han Cheng didn't need to speak, Mao Er pinched the hemp thread with his fingers, pulled it up and then loosened it. At the same time as the finely divided ink was flying, a black and straight line appeared again. on a wooden post.

Looking at the black and straight line on the wooden pillar, and the twine being pulled by him and Han Cheng, the cat's ears' eyes became bright.

It wasn't just the cat's ears that had brightened eyes, the carpenter who stood watching lame and several other junior carpenters also had bright eyes.

Among them, the eyes of the number one carpenter, Lame, became the brightest.

It seems to be a very easy thing to draw a line on a tree trunk or a wooden board with a ruler made of a wooden board. In fact, it is not as easy as imagined, especially when drawing on a round wooden pillar. Wire.

Because except for a few woods, most of the woods are not very smooth and smooth.

One end is big and the other end is small is the most common thing. It is not uncommon for wooden pillars to be bent and have some bumps on them.

The ruler made of wooden boards is hard. When encountering such unevenness, it will be lifted up and it is difficult to fix. In addition, sometimes the charcoal pencil is too short and the gap between the ruler and the wooden post below is too large. Big, and even a ruler is unreliable.

Under such circumstances, even such an old carpenter as lame is bound to make some mistakes sometimes, let alone the rest.

But the soft hemp rope has no such worries at all, and those uneven places can also be marked with ink lines.

Two points determine a straight line, as long as the marks drawn at both ends are correct, after fixing the two ends of the hemp rope, pull up and release a straight line, and a straight line will appear, even if you want to be crooked.

Such a difficult problem has now been solved by Shenzi with such a simple method. Using the ink line to bounce the line not only draws a straight line, but is also very simple and easy to operate, and the speed is also very fast.

A line can be done with a flick of your fingers, which is much faster than a ruler and a charcoal pencil.

Son of God, I...I'll try...

Seeing that three straight lines had been ejected from the wooden pillar, the number one carpenter finally couldn't help it anymore. He rubbed his hands and said to Han Cheng excitedly.

Because he was so excited that he even stuttered when he spoke.

Han Cheng smiled and handed the end of the hemp thread to Lai, so that Lai, Maoer, a small carpenter apprentice, and Lai, a master master, could play the ink thread together.

Amazing! It's really amazing!

Following the example of Han Cheng and the little apprentice Mao Er, after playing a few ink lines, the number one carpenter looked at the ink-dyed hemp thread and those neat and straight lines, and couldn't help admiring them repeatedly.

Such a simple material and method has such a good effect. This is really amazing. The Son of God is worthy of being the Son of God!

When lame praised repeatedly, several other people who were learning carpentry couldn't bear it anymore, and they all tried this convenient and quick method of marking lines, all of them were surprised and admired, as if they had eaten Xuanmai , can't stop at all.

And the cat's ears, who were embarrassed by the small line before and shed tears, no longer shed tears at this time, and he who is pulling the other end of the twine seems to have become an existence like a master. Not to mention the beautiful feeling.

After doing this for a while, Mao Er looked at the ink line in his hand, and then at the smiling Shenzi standing aside, his heart felt warm, and at the same time, there were other things reverberating in it.

It was Shenzi who pointed out a way for himself when he was in the most difficult time, freed himself from the previous predicament, and tasted a taste that he had never tasted before.

It's such a good feeling to no longer be blamed, but to feel proud!

This little apprentice who wasn't smart, or could be called a bit stupid, held an ink thread in his hand, and while he was excited, he secretly made up his mind to learn the craft well.

In life, the words and deeds of parents, elders, teachers and other people really have a great influence on children.

Especially for the kind of children who have never been successful and have been living without a sense of accomplishment, it is very necessary to achieve success in some areas and gain a sense of accomplishment under the guidance of their family members or teachers.

Because, this sense of accomplishment that has never been tasted before has a great possibility to have a great impact on them and become a bright light and a source of strength for their future growth.

Han Cheng saw Mao Er's clenched fist secretly and those bright eyes, and the smile on his face became brighter. He nodded vigorously to him with a smile, and held his right hand, and beat hard on his chest. To show encouragement and recognition to Mao Er.

After seeing this scene, Mao Er hesitated for a while, then nodded vigorously at Han Cheng, clenched his not yet fully grown right fist, and pounded his thin chest.

Seeing the resolute expression on his face, where he was beating the cat ears on his chest, Lame was briefly absent-minded.

Because through the cat ears, he suddenly remembered that the son of God had just come and brought him to break the ice to fetch fish.

It was also from that time that the limping self began to slowly get rid of the burdensome status of the tribe.

Holding the biggest fish given to him by the leader and crying, how similar is he to the cat ears who are still a minor in front of him!

The Son of God is like this, he is like a ray of light, always able to make useless people like them live in a different way.

Son of God!

Recalling the past, the lame with red eyes suddenly bowed to Han Cheng respectfully, his voice was not high, but it was extremely reverent.

Son of God!

I don't know if it was because he beat his chest so hard that it hurt too much, and all the cat ears that caused the red eye circles also learned to limp, and bowed to Han Cheng respectfully.

The voice that seemed a little immature was also full of reverence.

The other carpenters felt something, and they all saluted Han Cheng respectfully with limps and cat ears.

Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing when he looked at these people who were bending over and saluting him.

Looking at this situation, Han Cheng just wanted to say one thing - it's a little effort, but in fact, there is still a lot we can do...

This is just the simplest thing. For the convenience of use, you can also carve out two square buckets with wood, one big and one small, and fix them together on a long flat wooden board.

The planks don’t need to be too big, just 14 or 15 centimeters long and about five centimeters wide.

The two wooden buckets are big behind and small in front.

Then in the middle of the big bucket, drill a hole horizontally, which is flush with the opposite side, and then get a copper handle made of a small copper rod with one end bent like a handle, and use the two opposite holes to through and hold in place.

Then wrap a roll of hemp thread around the part of the copper rod in the wooden bucket, and pass the outermost end of the hemp thread through the hole in the front of the big wooden bucket.

The small wooden bucket in front also needs to drill holes, but these two corresponding holes are drilled vertically, and are in line with the hole through which the rope comes out of the big wooden bucket.

The head of the twine pulled from the big wooden bucket passes through the small wooden bucket through the two corresponding holes.

After pulling it out, tie a small copper hook to the end of the twine, put some broken rags in the small wooden bucket, and pour ink into it.

When using it, pull the small copper hook to pull the twine, the twisted twine will be loosened in a circle, and when passing the small ink fountain in front of it, the twine will be soaked in ink...

When not in use, you only need to shake the copper handle on the big ink fountain to completely retract the drawn line...

After making a few people stand up straight, Han Cheng began to explain to them the ink fountain, a tool that carpenters cannot live without, that he suddenly remembered.

The structure of the ink fountain is not complicated. Just listening to Han Cheng's dictation, Lai has basically sketched out the appearance of the ink fountain, which he has never seen before, in his mind.

Looking at the piece of ink-stained hemp thread that has been killed, and then carefully imagining what Han Cheng said just now called the ink fountain, the first carpenter of the Qingque tribe became more and more excited, and later, he couldn't help it He saluted Han Cheng again and praised the Son of God in his mouth. This has been done three times in the past few days.

After saluting, I couldn't wait to make ink fountains.

The other carpenters were also very excited, and they wanted to follow along to see how the master lame made this kind of ink fountain, which sounded very miraculous.

Cat ears are no exception.

However, after he walked a few steps into the carpenter's room with a few people, he stopped after thinking for a while, stood there for a while, then picked up a bronze ax from the side, found a piece of scrap, and laid it on top of it. On the wooden board, he began to hack one by one with an axe.

After chopping a few times, he would stop. After looking at the wood and remembering the shortcomings just now, he continued to swing the ax to chop, with a serious expression on his face.

There is a saying in Han Cheng's hometown, which is called three years for an ax and two years for an adze, and only one morning for a large saw. It talks about the difficulty of mastering several tools used by carpenters.

Among them, the ax, the most common tool, is the most difficult to master.

This is also the reason why when carpenters start learning, they start by pulling large sawn boards.

Han Cheng, who walked into the carpenter's room with Lame and the others, saw through the window Cat's Ear, who was crouching in the yard, holding an ax and chopping waste seriously, and the smile on his face became more intense.

When a person has energy, does not want to continue to be salty, and wants to make something in certain aspects, the whole person will become different.

The structure of the ink fountain is not complicated, and the materials it needs are not difficult to find. In addition, it is small in size, and Han Cheng, the person who pulled the rope and bounced it over the wood when he was a child, is giving some guidance and corrections. Hours of time are useless, a brand new thing that should not appear in this era has just appeared.

Fortunately, this is a historical sky. If it is a world of gods, Buddhas and demons, a traveler like Han Cheng who is always going out to get things that do not belong to this era, there is a high possibility that he will be attacked and killed by the sons of the plane...

However, when Han Cheng thought of Wang Mang, who was very much like a time traveler, who was crushed by the meteorite summoned by the excellent great magister Liu Xiu using the meteorite summoning technique in the late Western Han Dynasty, he felt a little uneasy.

Who said that in the world of history, there is no such existence as the son of the plane who has the synergy of time, heaven and earth, and a collection of thousands of fortunes?

This sudden thought made Han Cheng shrink his neck, and couldn't help but keep looking up, for fear that at a certain moment, under the call of the son of the plane of this era, a meteorite would fall from the sky and smash himself. .

After watching this several times in a row, I saw that the sky was cloudless and completely blue, and then I slowly calmed down.

At this time, Lie had already started pouring the ground ink into the small ink fountain in front of him.

The tattered rags stuffed into the little ink fountain that held the ink had sucked up all the ink that had been limply poured into it.

In this way, the evaporation of the ink can be slowed down, and even if the ink fountain is accidentally knocked over, no ink will flow out and contaminate things.

Under Han Cheng's signal, Lame hooked the small copper hook tied with hemp thread on the side of the ink fountain with a somewhat excited expression on the edge of a piece of wood, and then retreated with the ink fountain in his hand.

With the increase of the pulling force and the rotation of the copper handle, the hemp thread wrapped around the copper handle is spread out in circles, and after passing through the wooden bucket filled with ink in front, the hemp thread is also absorbed by the ink. blackened.

Lame to the side of the horizontal wooden pillar, press the copper handle with the thumb of the left hand holding the ink fountain, and stop letting it loosen the thread, then bend down to align the thread at this end with the mark that was carved before, Stretch out the other hand, pinch the rope, pull it up and let go, and with a slight sound, the rope bounced on the wooden post, and a clear straight line appeared.

If the copper hook at the top of the ink fountain rope is well made, it can be done by one person like a lame.

Although not long ago, a few people had seen the thread splicing with hemp thread, but at this time, when they saw the newly made ink fountain, they completed the thread splicing work by themselves, and the result was a junior carpenter who was watching from the sidelines. , one by one still showed surprise and eagerness to try.

Seeing the lame holding the ink fountain, and the joyful looks of the other carpenters, Han Cheng couldn't help touching his head, if only he had figured out the ink fountain earlier.

In this way, they can improve their work efficiency earlier.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

In later generations, he had seen a lot of things, and many of them had been sealed in his memory. If he didn't encounter a certain opportunity, it would be impossible to think of it abruptly...

(The recent subscription is a bit miserable, Mo Shoubai cried bitterly and begged to subscribe...)