Chapter 205 Knocking on the door in the middle of the night
Facts have proved that stories are always more attractive than simple preaching, not only for modern people, but also for primitive people.
Everyone who was originally excited to hear about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl quickly lost their impatience and became drowsy after encountering the complicated and difficult to understand calendar.
Han Cheng patted the stones with half a bright moon reflected in his eyes, indicating to him not to think about it anymore and to go back to sleep first and continue observing and recording tomorrow.
Everyone dispersed one after another, and under the moonlight that spread all over the floor, they passed through the two doors and entered the room one after another to rest on the kang.
Some people who were in good spirits looked at the stars in the sky through the windows that had not been covered by the rolled animal skins, hoping to find the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
It's a pity that after the moon appeared in the sky, many stars were hidden, and the window was small, so only a small area of the night sky and a few scattered stars could be seen.
Everyone who had been hypnotized by the Son of God using unintelligible calendars before walked into the house from the outside, and their sleepiness suddenly disappeared. The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, which they had heard twice before, came back to their minds.
Some people were watching the night sky, while others were lying on the kang, hugging each other, discussing this wonderful story with relish, with great interest, and unwilling to fall asleep.
It is conceivable that in the future, the Qingque tribe will be obsessed with the "Cowherd and Weaver Girl" craze, and there will also be many more "wise men" who look up at the stars when they have nothing to do.
It is a pity that no paper has been produced in the Qingque tribe, and everyone has not developed the habit of writing. Otherwise, there will definitely be a situation where "Qingque paper is expensive".
Different from ordinary people, the things that appear most in the stone heart are not the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but the cow that can only speak and can fly into the sky by wearing its skin, as well as the years, months, days, four seasons and the moon of different shapes.
The cow can't be found now, but the moon can be seen at any time. He has never looked forward to the arrival of the next long night like now.
He has become extremely interested in what the Son of God told today.
Ever since he became the next shaman and came into contact with the mysterious ‘god’ who never communicated with him, Shitou looked up at the sky more often and for longer periods of time.
Because that is where the gods live and where the sons of gods come.
Unfortunately, after watching for a long time, he only saw the vastness, nothingness, etherealness, and mystery, things that he could feel but could not express.
This made him very uncomfortable.
He was greatly encouraged by the words of the Son of God tonight. He had no way of doing things before, but now he suddenly had a way to do it. One was the cow, and the other was observing and recording the moon.
Although he had wondered why the moon rose and set, and waxed and waned before, he had never thought of doing anything about it. Now that he had received the reminder from the Son of God, it was completely different.
The moon is also a thing in the sky. It is said that it has always existed a long time ago, like a god.
He was too stupid. No matter how the witch taught him, he just couldn't communicate with the gods. This made Shitou very painful.
Now it is no longer the case. The gods cannot be seen or touched, but you can look at the moon in the sky with the gods. If you study the moon thoroughly, you may be able to communicate with the gods...
He looked at the half-curved moon through the window and thought in ecstasy, clenching his two little fists tightly...
Han Cheng didn't know Shitou's thoughts. If he knew it, he would secretly sigh that this little primitive man actually coincided with the method promoted by a later man named Wang.
Of course, there are huge differences between the two in their ambitions and approaches.
Han Cheng was not asleep yet. He was not intoxicated with the primitive version of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl like the others, but was worried about his good fortune.
He was the only one living in a three-room independent house, which seemed a bit deserted.
Wu still refused to move here, and Han Cheng was also a little worried about this.
When he sent the witch into the cave not long ago, Han Cheng felt the coldness inside.
Because everyone had moved out of the cave and no fire was lit, it was much colder inside than before.
It's time to find a way to let this old man come out and live in a tile-roofed house, otherwise if someone freezes out of the cave, things will be in trouble.
Inside the cave, there was a light like a bean. The wizard took off his straw shoes and half of his body was buried in the thick fur.
The fur is soft and thick, and is made from skins obtained from tribes outside.
Wu Ban was lying here, putting his hands on the fur and caressing it unconsciously. His somewhat muddy old eyes were looking at this light. He was carefully thinking about what he learned from the Son of God tonight. The more he thought about it, the more amazing he felt. It turned out that there was something outside their tribe.
, there are still so many things that exist. It turns out that the days we live every day can be divided into years, months and days.
If we give each day a name, then when we hold a happy party in the future, we don't need the happy grass as a token, but only need to remember the name of that day?
He was so lost in thought that he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly looked at the fire.
He discovered that a large pit had appeared where a piece of crushed and rubbed rope was stuck under the firelight. Inside the pit was some water-like liquid, so he hurriedly patted his head, secretly wondering why he had forgotten to do so first.
Put out the 'light' and waste a lot of delicious fat!
Thinking like this, he hurriedly leaned over and blew out the fire.
The lamp was made by the Son of God, and its structure is very simple.
In a small pottery bowl, first put a rope made by crushing and twisting the cord grass into the bowl, then scoop the boiled animal fat into it with a spoon, and wait until the rope made of cord grass is soaked in the grease.
After that, it can be lit.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe, including Wu, felt that this move was a bit wasteful. After all, fat is a rare delicacy, so it was a pity to light it like this.
It is precisely because of this that most people will not use the things called lamps made by the Son of God.
Firstly, they are reluctant to part with it; secondly, they feel it is not necessary. After all, since they were born, they have experienced a life of sunset. Thirdly, the flame of this lamp is too small, so it is better to use firewood to make it more powerful.
Wu used it a few times and found it pretty good. This lamp can be moved back and forth by hand. It is not like a fire where you need to add firewood from time to time. It is much more convenient, but it burns oil and makes people feel distressed...
Han Cheng also has a lamp of the same style here, but he doesn't use it often. It's not that he is reluctant to part with lamp oil like a witch, but because he doesn't have a lighter or matches, and he doesn't want to do it in the dark at night.
Once the lights are out, they won't be lit again, and everything else will basically be done in the dark.
Another problem is that the wick is not good. The wick made of loosened rope grass is not resistant to burning, the flame is still small, and it is far less effective than the wick made of cotton thread.
But thinking back on the origin of cotton, Han Cheng sniffed and thought it would be better not to think about it anymore. If he had time to think about cotton, he might as well think about how to find hemp reliably.
After such random thoughts, Han Cheng also fell asleep in a daze.
After sleeping for a while, he vaguely heard the door ringing. Han Cheng woke up from his dream. He had the experience of dreaming that Fu General would come back last time, so this time he did not rush out directly like last time, but took him with him.
Waiting quietly with some expectations.
It was quiet all around, and there was no sound at all. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the sound was heard in a dream or if it actually happened.
Han Cheng waited for a while, sighed softly, closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Just as sleepiness came over him, there was another knock on the door, the sound was quite loud, and the force was not small...
