When he discovered that the Son of God had buried the unburned wood and walked back, seemingly ignoring it, Wu finally lost his temper and asked Han Cheng about the purpose of this move.
At the same time, I was also thinking in my mind, would it be possible that after planting it here, in the second year it would grow a lot of firewood like rapeseed?
Thinking of this, the eyes of this old primitive man who had already experienced huge benefits from agricultural cultivation suddenly lit up.
If firewood can be grown in this way, does that mean that if you bury rabbits in the soil, a lot of rabbits will grow the next year?
If you bury deer in the ground, many deer will grow out the next year?
Take people...
Wu became even more excited. With this sudden flash of inspiration, he discovered a road that would lead the tribe to prosperity.
He couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and looked at the Son of God eagerly and expectantly, hoping to get proof from the Son of God.
Han Cheng felt very strange. He didn't know what Wu had thought of, and he had such a look on his face.
There is nothing to hide about making charcoal. If the charcoal can be made, then the entire tribe will benefit.
Immediately, he told Wu his idea of making charcoal, and also talked about the various benefits of charcoal, and that he didn't know much about making charcoal, so he could only explore it slowly.
In the past, as long as they heard that something beneficial to the tribe appeared, the witches would be very happy, but today it was uncharacteristically different.
After Han Cheng explained the benefits of charcoal, Wu was not only not happy, but also showed an unconcealable disappointment.
Han Cheng was puzzled by his behavior. He wondered when the witch's vision had become so high. A good thing like charcoal could not move his face, but it actually made him express deep disappointment.
The color, this...
Who is the time traveler who has seen the big world?
"God...Son of God, can't...can't grow firewood?"
Wu was disappointed but unwilling to let the bright road he had just thought of be ruined. He hesitated for a while and asked Han Cheng.
"cannot."
Han Cheng was a little surprised how the normally intelligent witch would ask such a question?
But it was just a little strange, and I didn't think deeply about it. Of course, I didn't know the bold idea that Wu had just had.
If he knew it, I don't know if he could still be so calm. If Wu suddenly had the idea of planting a god's son, he would be able to produce many gods' sons in time...
After burying the firewood, Han Chenggong asked these people to go to the back mountain to transport the thatch harvested by Tietou and others.
It's also convenient to transport the thatch back. You don't need to carry the thatch bundle down the mountain, and then go around half a circle to enter the tribe's front door. This is too troublesome. You only need to carry the thatch bundle toward the tribe and walk for a while until you reach the edge.
Once thrown away, these thatch bundles will jump and roll all the way to the Qingque tribe courtyard below.
The thatch bundles are all tied very firmly, only a few parts will be broken open, and the rest are intact.
After the top bundles of thatch are thrown away, someone in the courtyard will carry the bundles to the side and stack them somewhere out of the way.
While others were doing this, Lame was not idle. He followed Han Cheng's instructions and cut many half-meter-long sticks using the branches left over from the construction of the 'stick defense system' a few days ago.
One end of the stick is also burned with fire and then sharpened.
The days in winter are very short, and it’s already dark without doing much work.
Grinding sticks and making thatch is not a very urgent matter. Han Cheng would not let anyone stay up all night to do it.
However, the people of the Qingque tribe were not idle either. After drinking soup together, they went back to their houses and sat on the warm edge of the kang. By the firelight at the mouth of the kang that had not yet been blocked, they used the string tops to spin each other.
Various specifications of rope
Nowadays, rope is a very consumed item in the Qingque tribe and can be used in many places.
It can be as small as sewing socks and gloves, or as large as being used to set rabbit traps to catch prey. These all have ropes. Today Shenzi also said that the amount of thin ropes will be greatly increased in the next two days, so they need to rub it for a while tonight.
The rope goes to sleep again.
This kind of work is usually done by women. Many men in the tribe pound the soil, dig holes, and dig the ground and never complain, but when they encounter this kind of meticulous and not very tiring work, they feel a little bald.
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The small spindle feels awkward in my hand.
Maybe it's due to nature. Women are very patient with this kind of work that needs to be repeated over and over again. They rub it again and again without showing any signs of impatience.
So when it comes to rubbing the rope at night, the main force is the women in the tribe.
Of course, there will also be unusual ones, such as the 'mason' wood who forcibly ground a bone into bone needles under the guidance of Han Cheng.
Maybe it has something to do with his personality. When he does something that most men don't want to do, he still seems to be very enthusiastic, and he can rub it faster than most women, and the quality is also high.
Han Cheng sat cross-legged on the warm kang, listening to the sound of the wind blowing on the wooden door and windows, and thinking about burning charcoal in his mind.
Drawing on the experience of making pottery, although he was anxious to know the result, he did not immediately open the seal to take a look.
Let's wait and see the specific results tomorrow. If it works, we will expand the production scale in this way. If it doesn't, we will think of another way.
After thinking to no avail, Han Cheng could only relieve himself like this, then quickly took off his clothes and got into the warm bed to sleep.
Life is like this. There are always endless things to do and endless difficulties to solve. If you have to worry about everything, then this life is too tiring. You should sleep when you should sleep, and eat when you should eat.
, take good care of your mind and body so that you have the capital to fight hard.
Wu obviously did not understand the true meaning of life. He was buried in a pile of fur, eyes open in the darkness, looking at the room completely shrouded in darkness, unwilling to fall asleep.
He is still thinking about that idea that can make people tremble with excitement just by thinking about it...
The night wind shook the doors and windows, trying to get in, tearing the last bit of warmth into pieces, making the whole world tremble under its shroud.
It's a pity that the inner and outer sides of the wooden door are densely wrapped with airtight fur, and the windows are also covered by fur.
Its despotic power had nowhere to display here. It roared and tore for most of the night without destroying this small house built bit by bit by human hands. In the end, it could only die out.
The beautiful sleeping people on the warm Kang in the warm room did not know that they were not affected by the cold wind at all. They slept soundly and deeply...
