Regarding how to perform the sacrifice this time, Wu Zheng was consulting Han Cheng for his opinion.
In the past, Wu would never ask others about this, even if Han Cheng was the son of God.
But things are different now, because the totem pole has been moved from the inner cave to the house with Han Cheng's solemn guarantee, and the environment is different from before, so Wu is a little undecided.
After some conversation, Han Cheng understood what Wu meant.
He wanted to move the totem pole back to the inner cave, still perform sacrifices in the cave, and then move the totem pole back into the house after the sacrifices were completed.
Because the space inside the room is too small, it is not a suitable place for worship.
But he had never done this before, and he was worried that moving the totem pole back and forth would offend the gods, so he couldn't make up his mind.
If Han Cheng were a true Son of God, he might have seriously considered this matter, but he was just a time-traveler wearing the skin of a Son of God, so he was naturally fearless and would do whatever was convenient for him.
After getting a positive answer from Han Cheng, Wu suddenly became very motivated.
While he was having people clean up the cave, he was about to have people move the totem poles away, but Han Cheng stopped him.
Han Cheng told Wu that the totem pole could not be moved so easily, and that it needed to be coordinated with other things.
Such a situation has never been experienced by witches before, and the previous witches did not leave any methods for dealing with related matters, so Han Cheng was the only one to follow his orders.
At the same time, I am also curious about what the Son of God said that needs to be used to coordinate.
The thing Han Cheng talked about was a very common thing in later generations, which was the drum.
Adding drama to the totem pole was actually Han Cheng's last thought.
Firstly, the heavy snow fell, and people's movements were restricted, and there were not many things to do. Secondly, he felt that the Qingque tribe's sacrifices still lacked a sense of ritual, so he wanted to do something, so he naturally told the drum
came out.
After saying it, Han Chengcheng regretted it a little. Because of the lack of tools and materials, it was extremely difficult to make a drum at this time.
Even if you don't use wood to make the drum body and use pottery instead, it won't work, because the weather is freezing at this time, and the clay embryo will be easily frozen and there will be no way to bake it.
Han Cheng thought for a while and found that there was no good solution. He couldn't help sniffing and scolding himself for being troublesome with a bitter smile. He could have easily dealt with the past things, but now he shot himself in the foot.
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Han Cheng walked slowly with his hands behind his back. The cloak made of old sheepskin hung low and moved slowly as he walked.
On his slightly tense face, his eyes turned from time to time and glanced to both sides, with a cautious look in his eyes.
It has the air of an emperor scrutinizing his ministers, or of a big shot presiding over the palace draft.
Of course, the premise is that the large and small pottery jars, pots, and pots placed on the left and right sides should be replaced by courtiers, or cautious and beautiful women...
Han Cheng stopped and his eyes fell on a small vat.
The jar is seventy centimeters high and the mouth is about thirty centimeters in diameter. It is thicker in the middle and thinner at the ends.
"This is it."
Han Cheng said to Wu and Heiwa who were following him.
Upon hearing this, Hei Wa stepped forward and took out the vat.
Then according to Han Cheng's instructions, he turned the jar upside down and rubbed a relatively thin and rough stone back and forth along the bottom of the jar.
After rubbing like this for a while, a thin line came out.
This was a very tiring job, so Han Chengcheng asked someone to call Mu Mu over to take over Hei Wa's job.
He is quite good at polishing stone tools.
You guessed it right, Han Chengcheng is planning to use this vat as the drum body, but the prerequisite is that the bottom of the small vat needs to be removed.
While the wood was dealing with the small vat, Han Cheng went to look for something in the pile of tanned furs stored by the Qingque tribe.
It took a while to find a piece of leather that wasn't very hairy.
Then let Lame find a wooden stick and beat the leather on a flat piece of wood to make the leather softer.
Then he was asked to use a carefully crafted stone knife to scrape the leather over and over again, scraping off the remaining hair and trying to make some areas that were too thick as thin as possible. This was an extremely time-consuming job.
The bottom of the small tank was not removed until the next day. The wood workmanship was very good, the bottom of the tank was removed very clean, and the tank was not damaged.
Han Cheng clicked out two circles of dots on the wall of the small tank, near both ends of the small tank.
Then let Heiwa replace the wood and use relatively sharp stones to carefully drill holes at these points. Be careful not to damage the cylinder.
These things were not completely settled until three days later.
The leather, which had been carefully polished but still far from the later generations, was split in half from the middle, and holes were punched around the leather with bone needles. A relatively thin rope was tied to these holes.
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Han Cheng covered the mouth of the small tank with leather, passed the rope through the drilled hole, and tightened it tightly.
He just demonstrated this matter, and the two lame men completed it.
The main reason is that stretching the drum head requires a lot of strength and skill, otherwise the stretched drum head will be loose and the sound of the drum will not be loud.
Han Cheng was no stranger to big drums, gongs, cymbals, cymbals and other things. Many of his villagers had a set of such things. Every year when the New Year was approaching, these bronze utensils would be taken out and beaten.
These bronze wares are matched with dragon dance, lion dance, spider dance, etc. Unfortunately, Murakami's dragon has already been broken...
Of course, these were scenes almost twenty years ago. As people went out to make a living one after another, and the pace of life became faster and faster, few people touched these things anymore. They have always been in the hands of a family in the village.
The house is dusty...
In order to achieve a better effect, after the drum surface was stretched, Han Cheng took people out to get some rosin not far from the Qingque tribe. After heating and melting it in a small clay pot, he used a small branch to pick it up.
Then plug the holes for the rope one by one, and seal the edges of the leather attached to the tank wall.
After doing this, the drum is completely completed.
Han Cheng tapped it with his fingers, and it made a muffled sound. It was not as good as the barrel drums of later generations, but Han Cheng was very satisfied with being able to make such a drum under such conditions.
Han Cheng didn't let anyone beat the drum randomly.
Because of his words and knowing that this was for future sacrifices to the gods, everyone remained curious and in awe of the new drum, including several people who participated in its manufacture.
After the drum was finished, Han Cheng directed the lame to cut out another two wooden sticks about three centimeters in diameter and thirty centimeters long. One end of the wooden sticks was wrapped with the scraps left over from the previous drum making, and the two drumsticks were made.
Appear.
The only thing that Han Cheng regretted was that there was no red cloth or red fuel, otherwise the two drumsticks would have been more festive and full of feeling.
After the drumsticks were made, the wood was cut off and tied together to make a drum stand. At this point, a set of everything was completed.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe has never looked forward to the arrival of a sacrifice like this time.
They were eager to know the effects of the exquisite things that the Son of God spent so much effort to create, and how they could be used in sacrifices.
Even Wu, an old magician, couldn't contain the excitement and anticipation in his heart.
