Chapter 1242 People who can do great things and ordinary people (two in one)
"Youchang, don't do this again! This thing is too dangerous and can really kill people. If you do this, you will be blown up to death at any time!
Is your body as strong as those stones?
The gunpowder in the tribe is already powerful enough for this purpose. There is no need to deliberately strive to make it more powerful. It is enough for use.
Why do you have to work so hard to do this?"
Goudan'er grabbed Han Youchang, who was all covered in black, and said sincerely and anxiously.
He just laughed at Han Youchang because he was laughing at Han Youchang, but his relationship with Han Youchang was actually very good.
As a member of the Qingque tribe living in Jinguan City, he knew the power of gunpowder very clearly.
At this time, I saw Han Youchang, who was studying gunpowder, encounter such an accident. Out of concern for Han Youchang, I couldn't help but say such words.
Han Youchang, who was pulled away, recalled the power of gunpowder and looked at the appearance of the house that was still smoking outside, and he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.
Seeing such a scene, Goudaner couldn't help but feel relieved.
But his long sigh of relief was only temporary, because Han Youchang, who was obviously worried and scared, shook his head the next moment.
"I have to do this. The Son of God said that if we can continue to research gunpowder, we will be able to obtain gunpowder that is much more powerful than now!
We have all seen how powerful gunpowder is and how effective it can be.
This is indeed an extremely important thing! It has a great effect on the tribe!
How can we not continue to study something like this?
How can we just leave this thing here and not study it because it is too dangerous?
Today I won’t do the research because of the danger, and tomorrow the others won’t do the research because of the danger. If this continues for a long time, when will our tribe have more powerful gunpowder?”
Pulling Han Youchang's balls, Han Youchang was speechless for a moment by what Han Youchang said.
"and……"
Han Youchang paused for a moment and spoke again. His eyes that looked particularly clear now were full of excitement or what could be called fanaticism.
"Gunpowder is a new thing, and it is a new thing that is of great use to the tribe. Shenzi also said that as long as we continue to study and find the right direction, gunpowder has great room for improvement!
I didn't catch up with the tribe's ceramics, woodworking, weaving, copper smelting, and iron smelting at the beginning. By the time I came into contact with it, there were already many people who had made great achievements in these fields.
It is difficult to catch up and surpass.
Now, gunpowder has appeared, which is a brand new thing, a brand new field.
And now I have already made something on it!
Under such circumstances, how could I be willing to stop and give up on this matter?
If this is the case, won’t I regret it to death in the future?
Goudaner, I have already thought about it very clearly before.
In the tribe, if you want to stand out quickly, if you want to make some achievements, if you want to have some status in the tribe, it will not be possible to just rely on normal methods. One is too slow, and the other is the achievements.
Being limited can never compare to those pioneers in all walks of life!"
At this time, Han Youchang had already pulled his arm out of Goudan'er's hand, put his dark hands on Goudan'er's shoulders, and said with excitement.
Waiting until Han Youchang stopped speaking these words, Goudan'er was stunned for a while, and then asked: "Aren't you afraid of death? Aren't you afraid that an accident will happen one day and you will be blown up?"
"Of course I'm afraid of death. As a human being, I'm afraid of death."
The light in Han Youchang's eyes dimmed a lot.
Seeing his reaction, Goudan'er felt that he could still save something, so he said once again: "Since you are afraid of death, why don't you stop and continue to do this?"
"Because I'm afraid that if I just give up and stop doing it, I will spend the next few days in regret! This is an opportunity that I have waited for so hard! If I really stop here, I will regret it to death.
Yes! I won’t feel at ease in the future!”
Han Youchang's eyes sparkled again!
He grabbed Goudan'er's hands on his shoulders and couldn't help but exert force.
After saying these words, he paused for a moment. He immediately let go of his hands, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the house where the smoke had not yet dissipated. He was not as fast as before, but even more forward and without hesitation!
Goudan'er looked at Han Youchang who had entered the smoking house, and then at the two black handprints that were caught on his shoulders. He was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
own mood.
At this moment, he actually wanted to imitate Han Youchang, enter the house without hesitation, and do this together with Han Youchang.
But after standing here hesitating for a long time, I still couldn't muster up such courage.
After a while, Goudaner, who was standing here, let out a long sigh, left here, took the sickle rope, and came to the wheelbarrow placed not far away, pushing the wheelbarrow toward the front.
Then I went to cut the grass for the tribe’s cattle, sheep and horses…
The Son of God had made it clear to the tribe before that there was a lot of work that needed to be done in the tribe, and these all needed to be completed by someone.
The status and treatment of the master-level people in the tribe are certainly very gratifying, but with so many people in the tribe, how many can reach such a point and have such a status?
People in the tribe have different personalities and abilities. Of course, the choices they make and the work they are doing are also different...
Goudan'er pushed the wheelbarrow for loading grass forward while thinking about what Shenzi said before in his heart.
People are indeed different, and some people are born to do great things.
Goudan'er didn't really believe these things at first, and he had thought about it more than once in his mind. If he had come to the Qingque Tribe earlier and been exposed to some things in the tribe earlier, he would have been better off at this time.
, not to say that he has become a character in the tribe, but at least it will be better than now.
But now, after experiencing such a scene, Goudaner, who had been trying to convince himself with the excuse of bad luck, suddenly woke up.
There are indeed differences between people, and this is unacceptable.
The same conditions were placed in front of him. He only saw danger, but Han Youchang saw opportunities!
Moreover, what is even more rare is that even though he knew that if he continued on this road, he would probably be shattered into pieces, Han Youchang still chose this road without hesitation and continued on without hesitation.
And myself...
I looked up at the high sky and understood some of the philosophies of life. Now I feel much more calm.
Some things in my heart suddenly disappeared.
After pushing the cart forward for a short distance, he stopped the cart, went down to the edge of the field, and began to harvest the old grass with the sickle in his hand.
Yes, people are indeed different.
Some people are suitable for doing many enviable things in some high-end fields and achieving an enviable status.
But more people disappear from the crowd due to various reasons.
In other words, in this world, there are mostly ordinary people.
And as the Son of God said before, no matter what kind of work it is, it needs people to do it. Whoever leaves someone and lacks any kind of people to do things, then life will not be easy...
Goudan'er squatted on the ridge of the field, mowing the grass one by one. In a short time, he had cut a bunch of grass.
The whole person's mood was unprecedentedly relaxed.
This is because there is never a shortage of ordinary people in the world, or in other words, the world itself is dominated by ordinary people.
But it is very, very rare to be able to realize that you are an ordinary person, a member of all living beings, and to be willing to accept yourself and be an ordinary person.
This may be said to be unmotivated, but in terms of the freedom of life, such people are far better than those who clearly know that they are ordinary people, but cannot do many progressive things when they do it, and they are too distracted.
People who feel unwilling because of this are too strong...
Here in the Qingque Lord Tribe, the shock brought by gunpowder and the weapons developed from gunpowder and its new uses has not completely dissipated. Han Cheng, the son of God of the tribe, has begun to come up with new tricks.
At this time, he was holding something similar to a shuttle in his hand, but very different from an ordinary weaving shuttle, and he was busy here.
Something also appeared in the midst of his busy work for a while.
This thing is none other than a shrimp pot.
At this time, Han Cheng was using the fishing net shuttle in his hand to tie the mouth of the shrimp pot to a rectangular cage bone.
After tying them up, I thought about it and found some small long stone pillars with suitable size, shape, and weight, and tied them symmetrically on the two sides of one side of the rectangular shape.
Of course, there is something special about tying this, and it cannot be tied on the two sides with the entrance.
Otherwise, if you lower it into the water, under the action of the stone pendant, the side with the hole will be close to the ground.
The ground will completely seal the hole on one side. In this case, the cage will basically be useless.
Not to mention that only half of the entrance is left, and the remaining half enters the entrance because it is straight up and down, so the shrimps cannot enter very much.
After doing this, Han Chenggong found a piece of rope and tied it to one end of the shrimp pot, which was almost three meters long after being stretched out, and tied the mouth of the shrimp pot shut with the rope.
After doing this, Han Cheng got some chicken intestines, cut them into small pieces, and put them into the cage one by one from the reserved entrance.
This is the bait for catching shrimp.
After placing the bait, Han Cheng received the retractable shrimp pot in his hand and walked outside carrying it with one hand.
Of course, there are also followers like Xiao Wandou and Xiao Xing'er around.
In fact, if it weren't for playing with these little guys and seeing that these two little guys like eating shrimps very much, Han Cheng would not be so leisurely and elegant, and would make it himself, using strong burlap as the main raw material.
A shrimp-catching cage that has never appeared in the tribe.
When he came to the river, Han Cheng found a place with deep water, took the end of the rope tied to the shrimp pot into his left hand, and wrapped it twice around his hand to prevent it from falling off.
Then hold the cage with your right hand and use force to throw the shrimp cage as flat as possible.
When the shrimp pot was launched, although it was slightly scattered, it did not spread out as a whole and was still one mass.
However, Han Cheng then held the rope with his left hand and pulled it back with a little force. The pulled cage immediately straightened and completely stretched out, then fell into the water and quickly sank into the water.
After Han Cheng waited until the cage completely entered the water, he took off the rope in his hand, tied it to a branch, and inserted the branch on the shore to fix it and mark it to a certain extent.
Of course, this is why Han Chengcai acted so confidently and boldly in this era and among the tribes.
In future generations, Han Cheng would never be so confident and bold.
Not to mention inserting the rope head on the shore in such a swaggering manner, even if it is completely pressed into the water, I am still a little worried about whether it will be discovered by others, and then the cage will be taken away...
"Well, when you pull it out of the water in the evening, you can catch a lot of shrimps, enough for you to fry."
Han Cheng bent down and washed his hands with river water. He put his hands together and shook the river water in his hands. He smiled and said to Xiao Wandou, Xiao Xing'er, and the other tribal children who came to watch the fun.
Xiao Wandou and others couldn't help but nod their heads repeatedly to indicate that they understood.
However, Han Cheng still overestimated the children's patience.
How could Xiao Wandou and the others endure it when faced with something so novel, fun, and delicious after some processing?
The rope tied to the branch was like a kitten's tail, sliding back and forth, constantly teasing their hearts, making them extremely curious and impatient, and they felt that every minute and every second of time was gone.
Such suffering.
As time passed, Xiao Wandou and others began to touch the rope with their hands.
Later, someone wanted to pull the rope out of the shrimp pot to see if there were many shrimps inside.
However, such things were stopped by Xiao Wandou.
Xiao Wandou was very prestigious among this group of children. He didn't let these children do it, so they stopped doing it, but everyone was still itchy.
By the afternoon, even the most patient little pea couldn't bear it anymore. He stretched his hand to the rope and pulled it out...
