I am a Primitive Man

Under the expectant gaze of the older female primitive people, Mao, who was ordered by Han Cheng, brought a hook pole from not far away.

The middle part of the shoulder has become smooth and shiny due to frequent grinding on the shoulders and the back of the neck.

Looking at the smiling Mao and the flat, strange-looking stick in his hand, the older female primitive people seemed very puzzled and felt puzzled.

They couldn't figure out how to use this strange stick to solve the difficulties they encountered.

This kind of stick is a bit flatter, and two wooden hooks are tied with ropes at both ends of the stick.

But even so, it can't solve the problems they encountered, can it?

What they need to solve is how to transport as many things as possible at one time. Things like sticks can't hold things...

Seeing the puzzled looks of the older female primitive people, Mao couldn't help but secretly smiled.

I am extremely honored to have a son of God in my tribe.

He didn't explain much to the older female primitives, it's not easy to explain clearly.

Instead, they brought over the fish cage that was magically used by the older female primitive people.

Then began to put rice into the two fish cages covered with leather.

After it is full, place the two fish cages separately, then pick up the hook shoulder, put it horizontally on the shoulders, hold a hook in one hand, and hook the ropes on the mouths of the two fish cages very skillfully.

Then he straightened up, and the two fish cages filled with rice, which were hooked by the hook, also left the ground.

After doing this, Mao began to move around.

As Mao walked, the relatively soft shoulders jumped up and down gently.

Mao's pace also moves with this up and down rhythm, which looks very rhythmic.

Of course, this way of walking is not for the sake of looking good, but because it can save energy to the greatest extent.

After carrying it horizontally for a while, Mao switched it to his right shoulder and carried it on one shoulder, and the hook shoulder also changed from horizontal to vertical.

After walking in circles in the yard for a while, Mao switched it to the left shoulder again.

After Mao lifted the two fish cages filled with rice with a hook pole, the doubts of the older female primitive people disappeared in an instant, and each of them was full of a sense of enlightenment.

While feeling enlightened, I also feel deep admiration for the wisdom of the people in the Qingque tribe.

It turns out that this strange stick is used in this way!

It turns out that the solution to this problem is actually so simple!

Didn't I think of such a simple method when I was waiting for others?

With such a mood in mind, the older female primitives followed Mao who was walking around in circles carrying the grain on a hook, and they refused to take their eyes off for a moment.

you try.

Mao, who had long been familiar with the hook-carry, showed off his very proficient skills in carrying the burden in front of the older female primitives, then put down the burden lightly, and smiled at the old woman. Some of the female primitives said.

While saying this, he pushed the hook that hooked the two fish cages to the side of the older female primitive.

The older female primitives naturally couldn't understand what Mao said, but they could understand Mao's movements.

So she took the burden from Mao's hand with nervousness and novelty, then imitated Mao's appearance, bent down and placed the burden horizontally on the back of her neck, and then straightened up.

As she stood up, the two fish cages filled with rice also left the ground.

The older female primitives who watched such a scene were overjoyed.

What made her even more gratified was yet to come. After standing on the spot with the burden for a while, she realized for herself the benefits of this simple tool.

Using this kind of tool, not only can you transport a lot of things at one time, but it is also very easy, far less heavy than you imagined before.

Carried on the shoulders, the weight of the millet contained in the two fish cages seems to be about the same as the weight of a fish cage when it was held by hand.

This surprised the older female hominids.

The reason is actually very simple, that is, the strength in the arms is not as strong as that in the whole body.

Just like an object of the same weight, it feels heavier when carried by hand, but after being carried on the shoulders, it immediately feels very relaxed.

After standing here and experiencing the ease of use of this new tool for a while, the older female primitive began to move forward tentatively.

Then something that made her feel uncomfortable happened. On Mao's shoulders, it was very stable, as if it was a burden growing on it. As she walked, it immediately swayed back and forth uncontrollably, with a wide range. It was so big that the older female primitive people were shaken and almost fell down, and some of the rice contained in the fish cage were spilled out.

Such unexpected things made the older female primitives stand there in a hurry, not daring to move anymore, just like seeing a seller of oranges.

At the same time, he looked at Mao standing not far away with puzzled and flustered eyes, asking for help.

She really didn't understand why such a good thing would fail when it came to her.

Mao was a warm-hearted person. After seeing the older primitive woman's eyes begging for help, he took the initiative to go up to explain and teach her how to carry the burden.

Han Cheng, who was standing not far away, couldn't help sniffing after seeing such a peaceful and beautiful scene,

Fortunately, Mao is living in this era, otherwise he would definitely be a model for helping widows to carry water...

After completing the exchange, I have roughly learned some skills of carrying burdens. After I became more familiar with the burdens, it was not too early. The older female primitives did not leave their line, but stayed here for one night. , they were placed by Han Cheng in the slave hut outside the inner courtyard.

The tribe where the older female primitives belonged, in addition to holding regular celebrations and other things, met other tribes, and if time allowed, they would also take some other actions.

Therefore, the singing in the slave hut that night was particularly loud.

Of course, before doing such a sacred thing, the people of the Qingque tribe first boiled water for the older female primitives to take a bath.

Under the leadership of Han Cheng, the son of God, the people of the Qingque tribe are very particular about hygiene.

Han Cheng naturally knew about this matter. He had been away from the tribe for so long. To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable. It's about to go off automatically...

Early the next morning, the older female primitives left Jinguan City with the exchanged items and returned along the way they came.

Among them, the older female primitive and the other three carried a kind-hearted Qingque tribe on their shoulders, which was generously presented to them.

On the wooden hooks of the poles are hung precious pottery tightly bound with thick straw ropes twisted from straw.

The older female primitive people looked back from time to time as they walked forward, looking a little reluctant.

Living here in the mysterious Qingque tribe is really comfortable. They are kind and have enough food to keep them full.

Before leaving, Mao exchanged some news with the older female primitives in his own way, about the exchange and the unknown tribe.

Compared with the past, the communication between the two has become smoother and tacit...

After the older female primitive people left, Han Cheng and others continued their previous work, and then opened up paddy fields to prepare for the next year's cultivation.

After working here with the copper shovel for a while, Han Cheng straightened his back, took a rest while holding the copper shovel handle with his hand, and looked at the direction where the older female primitives left.

It's not that after the older female primitives left, Han Cheng began to regret the reserved behavior he made last night, but thought about the news about that unknown tribe that also had bronze and other things.

This time, the older female primitives did not bring news about the tribe, because they never encountered it.

The tribe they went to exchange, in the latest time, that tribe did not go to exchange.

Take this matter slowly.

After Han Cheng thought about it for a while, he also took a rest for a while. Dang Lian spit on the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands vigorously, and then held the smooth wooden handle of the copper shovel and continued to work.

The wooden handle, which was slippery and not easy to hold, immediately became more frictional when it encountered saliva, making it easier to use...

The weather is getting colder day by day, and the leaves of the apricot, peach and other fruit trees here in the Qingque main tribe have all withered, leaving only bare branches.

Looking around, only the bamboo forest and a dozen pine tree seedlings transplanted from Tongfu Inn are still green, but the color of the leaves has become darker.

Most of the fields developed around the tribe are bare. Only the fields planted with rape, a crop that can survive the winter, do not look so monotonous and desolate.

Heiwa and some other people stayed here near the brick kiln on the outskirts of the tribe.

These people are mainly people in pottery workshops.

In front of them, there is a kiln with a smaller size than a brick kiln.

This kind of kiln with a simple structure is relatively common in the Qingque tribe, and this kind of kiln is basically used for firing pottery in the tribe.

Hei Wa stretched out her hand and touched the kiln wall for a while without feeling any temperature. Then she took a small book and looked at the date written on it. After thinking about it, she decided to start the kiln.

Without letting others do it, he opened the kiln by himself.

With the opening of the kiln, fine dust flew up from the inside, but Hei Wa ignored the flying dust, and immediately squinted his eyes to look inside the opened kiln.

There was white color leaking from the opened kiln mouth, Hei Wa's heart couldn't help beating wildly.

He took a deep breath to calm down the turbulent mood a little bit, and reached out to the kiln mouth to feel the temperature again. There was no burning wave, only a slightly higher temperature than outside.

Dang Li stretched out his hand to reach inside, touched the white utensil next to it, and took it out of it more carefully.

After Hei Wa reached out to take it out from inside, the onlookers all turned their attention to this tool in unison.

Including Wu and Big Brother, the two giants of the Qingque tribe.

This is an ordinary bowl.

However, the big difference from the ubiquitous bowls of the Qingque tribe is that this bowl that Heiwa just took out of the kiln is all white, which looks extremely unique.

This is fired from kaolin clay.

In fact, some of this kind of white utensils have already appeared in the Qingque tribe.

Since the people of the Xi tribe ate kaolin by mistake, they were cured by the enthusiastic Tietou and other Qingque tribes with dung ladles, and learned from the wise son of God that this white clay can be fired better than pottery. After the more beautiful porcelain, Hei Wa, who likes to make pottery, is already trying to use this white soil, which Shenzi called kaolin, to fire porcelain.

All the white pottery that the tribe currently owns is a by-product of Heiwa's groping for firing porcelain during this period of time.

Holding this white utensil in his hand, Hei Wa's eyes fell on it impatiently.

But soon, this look full of anticipation turned into disappointment again, and the excited mood also turned into disappointment.

After watching this for a while, he didn't quite give up, so he bent his fingers and bounced at the white bowl in his hand.

When, when, when...

Following his movements, there was a sound of being bounced into the white bowl.

After hearing this voice, Hei Wa's disappointment became even stronger.

Because this bowl made of kaolin is no different from other utensils made of kaolin in the past. Not only is it rough, but the sound it makes when it is knocked is also dull and urn-like.

The pottery that was fired before in the tribe, flicked with fingers, or lightly tapped with other things, made a sound similar to that of this white bowl.

Before Shenzi left the tribe and went south to develop Jinguan City, he once told him that porcelain is not only smooth and delicate on the surface, but also very tough. If you flick it with your fingers or lightly tap it with other utensils, the sound it makes is crisp and pleasant. .

Now, the bowl was fired again with kaolin, but it did not meet the description of Shenzi at all. In other words, the firing this time failed again.

It is not porcelain that is fired with kaolin, but white pottery.

Putting the white pottery bowl on the ground, Hei Wa then took out the burnt utensils from the kiln.

After a while, all the fifteen pieces of white utensils placed in this smaller kiln were taken out...

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