The family parted and each did his own work.
Looking at their busy families, except for their two-year-old sister Alan, she was the only idle person. Ye Qing was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
He walked out the door and stood under the eaves.
The sun was blazing at noon, and it was burning on the skin, and it hurts hotly.
Qing's father was sitting under the eaves, grinding stone tools; half of his body was exposed to the sun, and his bronze skin was shining in the sun.
He was twenty-six years old and originally named Kang, but later he had a younger brother, so he changed his name to Taikang.
Taikang sat on the ground, holding a triangle with several holes, grinding it on the whetstone. Grinding it, dropping some water, and grinding it.
He looked serious and his movements were very careful.
The two waists of the triangular stone slab have basically formed.
Seeing him aiming back and forth in front of his eyes, Ye Qing was a little curious and asked:
"What's this?"
"plow!"
"plow?"
Is this a plow? It’s not like this, right!
With an adult mentality, after watching it for a while, Ye Qing felt a little uncomfortable and felt that he should help with something.
Although he has never sharpened any knives except for grinding his teeth when he is sleeping.
But after carefully observing his father Taikang's posture, after a while, he felt that he had learned... It was very simple.
"I'll help!"
Father Taikang showed a gratified smile on his face, but he had no intention of letting Ye Qing get started.
He was afraid that Ye Qing would ruin the stone plow that he had spent a lot of effort to polish.
"I'll be careful, I won't break it!"
Taikang stopped, hesitated, and then picked up a stone embryo that was almost ox-shaped from the wall.
Then, he gestured with his fingers and taught Ye Qing how to remove edges and bulges, how to polish and peel them from the inside.
After understanding it, Ye Qing asked:
“What is polishing?”
"sickle!"
Ye Qing came to another thornstone with confidence and sat down.
Under the eaves, there are several grinding stones, and many stone embryos of various shapes are piled up in the corners of the wall.
It can be seen that grinding stone tools is a very important daily task in this era.
Looking around, no metal was found. It seemed that the tribe was still in the Stone Age.
He followed his father Taikang's sitting posture and gestured, reached out to get water from the pottery basin beside the grinding stone, moistened the grinding stone, and then ground it up.
It's really simple, just keep the angle and grind it back and forth.
But one minute, two minutes, ten minutes passed...
He stopped, maintained a sitting position for a long time, staring at the stone embryo back and forth on the tampon, his waist was a little sore and his eyes were a little blurry.
Looking at the stone embryo in my hand, one edge and corner have not been worn out, but his patience has been worn out!
Father Taikang saw him stop and smiled clearly:
"If you are tired, take a break."
It is a nice saying to say that being tired is that no one knows his son is better than his father. He knows that Qing can't stand this skill in water grinding.
He didn't know that Ye Qing had changed the "core", but he was in a mistake.
Ye Qing threw away the stone embryo, stood up, and came to Taikang with a little twisted look, with a embarrassed expression and asked embarrassedly:
"How long has this plow been ground?"
Taikang put the stone embryo that Ye Qing threw away, thought for a while, and said:
"Every day when it's hot, I can't do anything outside, so I keep grinding it. Until now, it's almost a month!"
One month?!
Goodbye!
Ye Qing retreated and observed the hut boredly.
I am used to seeing modern high-rise buildings, and looking at this primitive hut, it feels quite novel.
The thatched hut is made of wooden columns and mud as walls, and the surface occasionally reveals straw mixed in the mud.
This is mud wall, grass tendons, and wood bones.
The herringbone roof is covered with long thatch, which is stacked at the ends and ends, and is very thick. It is tightly tied to the wooden rafters with hemp ropes. It looks solid and can withstand wind and rain.
The roof has a unique style, with the rafters emerging, and the intersections are tightly tied with hemp ropes, forming an "X" shape at the ridge.
The thatched hut is very short, eleven or two meters long, six or seven meters wide, and the eaves are about three meters high.
However, this is still the largest and best house in the tribe.
Among the tribes, other thatched huts are round and square, but without exception, they are all very short. The largest one is less than half the size of their own thatched huts, and the eaves are only about 2 meters high, just above the head.
The patriarch's house is naturally different.
Sure enough, classes are everywhere!
The sun was too sunny, and Ye Qing didn't look at it anymore, so she went back to the house.
The hut has three rooms, the main hall in the middle and the rooms on both sides.
There is no wall between the room and the main hall, but three pillars are separated on both sides.
He walked to the east room.
The green mother was sitting on the ground, stretching out her waist machine and weaving cloth.
Two ten-year-old girls, each carrying a spindle, were spinning twine.
The two-year-old girl was sniffing while snotting while surrounding Qing's mother, and she was spinning tirelessly.
Look at the four of you, weaving? Can't do it!
Eat snot and turn around? It’s not what you should do!
Spinning twine? Yes, you can try it.
Seeing the two little girls carrying twine, and the spindles that kept spinning under the twine, he felt that it was quite novel.
The spindle rod is made of bamboo, and the wheels are made of ceramic.
The two little girls pinched the spindle rod with two fingers and twisted it hard. The spindle quickly rotated, and twisted it with twine.
He walked up to the two little girls and said, "I'll help you!"
One of the little girls was very straightforward and took a handful of soaked hemp fibers and handed them over, "Hey, you come and get the hemp!"
She is Qing's sister, named A Zi.
Ye Qing was stunned.
What is Jima?
If you don’t understand, ask, “How to do it?”
"Hey, tear it into such strands, and then rub it together and then it will be connected...it will be tear into as thin as it is."
A Zi said and demonstrated.
I understand!
Ye Qing sat on the ground, put the hemp fibers on his thighs, and began to tear them up one by one.
Tear one strand after another.
Simple, no difficulty.
With the observation and learning ability of adults, these simple tasks are indeed not difficult.
There is nothing to say, but in the process, he discovered something incredible.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He found that his hands became extremely agile, tearing the hemp fibers, tearing them up and then they never repeat the movements.
Moreover, the amount is extremely accurate, and the hemp fibers are uniform in thickness. When the joints are connected, the length of the head is reasonable and the rub is round, and the hemp is invisible. The whole hemp thread is very uniform from the beginning to the end.
His own hands, he knows... He has gone from a broken hand to a clever hand?
He stretched out his palm, stretched out his five fingers, and then, starting from his thumb, buckled his fingers one by one toward the palm of his palm in order.
Huh? The ring finger was not tucked at the same time as the little finger!
Let's start with your little finger.
Oh, no matter which finger you hold down, the other fingers can remain motionless and stretch straight.
He repeatedly experimented and confirmed that it was correct. His hands became a coincidence!
Gold finger?
Haha, I will never bully the novel, and there will be benefits for traveling through time!
He was immersed in joy, strands one by one, his hands flew like butterflies.
Before he knew it, a thick layer of good-grained twine spread beside him.
A Zi's eyes lit up and she praised: "The results are good!"
It turns out that the word grade comes from here!
However, after sighing, Ye Qing looked at the handful of hemp fibers on his thighs that had not decreased a lot and began to worry. He was probably less than one-tenth of the gains.
He suddenly felt his butt numb.
"Maybe it's because I've been sitting for a long time!" he thought to himself.
Look at the big bundles of hemp fibers piled by the wall, then look at the spun and spinning of the hemp thread behind Ah Zi, then look at the wefting action of Qing's mother weaving linen cloth, one yarn and one yarn...
He touched the linen "vl" and "tube skirt" he was wearing, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
No need to ask, just look at the low efficiency of the waist woven fabric, you will know that from hemp fiber to finished products, the time is calculated at least in terms of the month.
After Jima for a while, his patience was worn out. Think about the clothes his whole family was wearing...
hiss!
His scalp suddenly became numb.
Nothing in the world is simple, even in this primitive prehistoric era!
He couldn't help but feel a deep respect in his heart for Qing's mother.
Imperfection and perseverance are the main reasons why he became a salted fish in his previous life.
Time travel cannot change human nature.
There are golden fingers, and white towers!
He suddenly remembered a sentence:
Salted fish are salted fish, even if you travel through time, you will still be salted fish!
He felt very upset.
I was a salted fish in my previous life. Can I travel through time and start over? Do I have to be a salted fish in my second life? I am born with a salted fish life?
No!
Never make salted fish anymore!
He began to think seriously...
Finally, we draw the conclusion: play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses.
His weakness is that he is lazy, lack of patience, perseverance, and does not want to be a salted fish, so he has to work hard to change.
The advantage is to have the insight of modern society, which is nothing in the past life, but in this primitive era, if it is used well, it is not impossible to change the world.
Then, what you have to do is...
Cooperate with your hands that have become smart now and become a porter!
No, it’s invention!
In this way, there are too many things to do.
However, you can't hurry.
First, we need to investigate and see what resources can be used.
Another thing is that I am still a six-year-old child and many things need the support of adults.
How to get the support of adults?
Well, this is the primitive era, a legendary era where myths are frequently born. The resurrection can be further utilized.
You can learn Chen Shengyu's collection of books and Liu Bang killed the white snake.
They still need to fake it, but they are real.
Therefore, we must unswervingly follow the route of "deifying" ourselves and never waver.
With the halo of deification, you can mobilize more manpower and do more things.
However, you cannot overdraw this aura.
We must allow everyone to gain practical benefits from their actions.
Start small, gain reputation bit by bit, and cultivate the trust of the tribe members in themselves.
With achievements, the clan members get practical benefits, which further increases the deified halo of themselves. The clan members trust themselves more and can do more and more things.
This cycle continues...
hiss!
"Bang!"
Ye Qing slapped his face, spread his palm and saw a pool of blood, and a black and white mosquito, whose feet were still twitching!
Looking at the big mosquito in the palm of his hand, Ye Qing suddenly thought of a question.
Premature death rate!
In that era before liberation, the rate of child deaths was extremely high.
In this primitive society, can you grow up and grow up? Are there half of the children in humans? Maybe not in 30%!
Didn’t I just get the cheapest “green”?
Mosquitoes are the culprit of malaria transmission!
There are also typhoid fever, smallpox, big belly, big neck...
hiss!
He took a breath of cold air. In this era, it is all terminal illness. If you get any one, it means...
Get out of the group!
In this era, don’t think about treatment, it can only be prevention.
Therefore, for the sake of life, to avoid the situation of "the career is not completed and the collapse of the road"...
Mosquito coils! Must be made of mosquito coils!
Chapter completed!