The knowledge brought from later generations, or what can be called common sense, is the foundation of his life in this era.
There is a truth that will not change at any time, that is, a person who can bring benefits to others and be useful is far more popular and even respected than others, and can more easily integrate into a group.
You don't need to look far away, you just need to think about the process of Han Cheng from the beginning, the meat that the second senior brother wanted to eat, to the process of becoming the Son of God that is particularly respected by the entire Qingque tribe.
These things that exist in his mind are his greatest wealth and the basis for him to survive better in this era.
How could he treat such an important thing casually?
As for recording on the pottery board, others will see it, and his status as the Son of God will be affected from now on. Han Cheng had already considered it when he decided to record the things in his mind, and also adopted corresponding countermeasures.
The solution is Chinese Pinyin.
What he recorded was all written in Chinese Pinyin. In the era he lived in, no one except him could understand these things.
Even the three foreign friends who wanted to die were attacked, and they were still at a loss when faced with something that looked similar to English but was not a system at all.
This is Han Cheng's own insurance.
He is not a great person, nor is he a selfless person. It is impossible that he will not seek some funeral arrangements for himself.
At this time, the Qingque tribe is enjoying themselves, everyone is hugging each other for warmth, and everyone respects him as the son of God, but this is only for now, who can know what it will be like in the future?
The butterfly's wings are already fluttering, and the original historical process has quietly changed. The entire Qingque tribe has been led astray by him. Who knows what will happen in such rapid development?
No matter which aspect he considered, he had to leave such a path for himself...
"Son of God, kiln..."
Hei Wa's voice from the side pulled Han Cheng out of his reverie. When Han Cheng reacted, he saw Hei Wa looking at him.
He was asking himself about sealing the air intake.
Han Cheng shook his head slightly to stop himself from thinking about these messy things. After thinking about such things too much, he always felt that something was wrong.
He bent down and saw that the fire had spread to the air inlet, and nodded towards Hei Wa, indicating that he could block it.
After the top hole of the earthen kiln was sealed, all that was left was to wait.
Because of the snow, the days became shorter. He reached out to touch the outside of the kiln to feel the temperature on the kiln, and then looked at the sky. Han Cheng finally gave up the idea of opening the kiln today to see the results, and he and Hei Wa
Several people walked towards the tribe together.
The flying snowflakes fell on the warm kiln and immediately disappeared without a trace.
The dinner of the Qingque tribe is still soup. Ever since Han Cheng brought out the practice of making pottery and cooking soup out of the pottery, soup-making has gradually increased in the Qingque tribe's diet.
And as the weather gets colder, I cook more and more soup. Now, I basically have soup three times a day.
"Bata..."
The sound of chopsticks falling to the ground was heard. The second senior brother held the bowl in one hand and bent down to pick up the chopsticks with some difficulty.
This is already the fourth time tonight that he has dropped his chopsticks.
He tapped the chopsticks he picked up on the bottom of the bowl twice to shake off some stains on them. After holding the chopsticks in place, he was ready to pick up the meat in the bowl and eat it.
As a result, the hand holding the chopsticks began to shake uncontrollably, and the chopsticks tended to fall again.
After trying this twice more, he had no choice but to give up. He held the chopsticks in his hands without using them, and just moved them to the bowl to drink the soup.
After finishing the soup, eat the meat.
The second senior brother tonight was very strange. In the past, he would have at least three bowls of this kind of broth, but tonight he just ate one bowl and then put the bowl down, got up and left the cave, walking towards the snowy road.
Go to the sleeping house.
Because it is covered with a layer of snow, it is much brighter tonight than other nights.
The second senior brother stepped into the open space that was cleared in front of the door and covered with a layer of sand. He stamped his feet vigorously to shake off the snow on his straw shoes before entering the house.
The room he lives in is adjacent to Junior Brother Sha's room. To enter his room, you need to pass through Junior Brother Sha's room.
When he passed the room where Junior Brother Sha lived, he stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked at the wall above the edge of the Kang.
There, two wooden sticks were nailed, and on top of the wooden sticks lay a bent piece of wood with a rope.
This is the new bow made by Junior Brother Sha today, and it is also the source of the pain and inner conflict that makes Second Senior Brother feel extremely conflicted.
He stood here and watched for a while, wanting to take off the bow, but in the end he did not do so, but returned to the room where he was in frustration.
After taking off his shoes and socks, he got into the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.
Han Cheng had long noticed the strangeness of his second senior brother, and also knew the reason why he was tired of using chopsticks tonight.
No one who has been throwing stones with all his strength for nearly a day will be any better than the second senior brother.
It seems that the emergence of bows and arrows has dealt a big blow to the second senior brother, the pea shooter of the Qingque tribe.
Han Cheng held the bowl and chewed the food slowly while thinking about this matter.
Slowing down his eating speed was something Han Cheng did deliberately, not because he also had bad teeth like the witch, but because he wanted a good appetite.
In later generations, due to various reasons, he left behind the habit of eating very fast. Over the years, his stomach became correspondingly bad.
Now that he has arrived in a primitive society, he no longer has to live like being chased by a vicious dog every day. Naturally, he has to work hard to get rid of this bad habit.
It is a good idea to think of something to distract your attention while eating, or to count the number of chews while eating.
Han Cheng divided the last soup into three small mouthfuls and swallowed it, put down the bowl and left. He did not go to his second senior brother, but returned directly to his room.
He hasn't figured out how to handle this matter yet, so he can only wait a little longer.
'call!"
The fur covering his head was lifted, and the second senior brother's fat face was exposed from under the fur. Because of the poor lighting in the room, his expression could not be seen clearly.
It was already late at night. If it had been in the past, he would have fallen asleep long ago if he could eat and sleep, but he never fell asleep tonight.
This person who has always fallen asleep soon after lying down experienced insomnia for the first time tonight.
