Chapter 30: The Happy Tribe and the Depressed Han Cheng
Compared to everyone's surprise, Han Cheng was not as happy as he expected. He looked at the fragments in the ash pile on the ground and even felt a little depressed.
Because he clearly remembered that when he watched the video, the ethnic minority woman fired sixty or seventy pieces in one kiln. When the kiln was opened later, only two were broken, and the rest were intact.
And now, there are a total of twenty-two in the kiln. After the first kiln, only eight are intact, and nearly two-thirds either have cracks on them, or are more completely cracked, and become like fragments.
Even though this is my first time making pottery, the gap cannot be so big!
Fortunately among the misfortunes, the vat made by Hei Wa was preserved. It was very clean and had no cracks on it. This made Han Cheng sigh once again, talent is indeed very important.
Han Cheng, shrouded in the halo of God, was caught off guard and accepted everyone's worship.
Compared to being at a loss at first, he is much calmer now.
He helped the witch up, and then asked everyone to get up too. In order not to spoil everyone's interest, he also showed the same cheerful smile on his face.
The people in the tribe showed enough interest in such a novel thing as pottery. In their excitement, they filled all the pottery with water and transported it to the tribe.
With this water, they no longer have to go all the way to the river to drink water when they are thirsty!
The second senior brother's face turned red and his neck was thick from exhaustion, and he moved forward holding a large vat filled with water.
The senior brother who was following him shook his head from time to time, saying that this one was too big and was too inconvenient to hold and transport water. It was not as easy to use as the smaller ones.
This scene left Han Cheng on the side stunned. This was the first time he had seen a vat being used like this!
It would be weird if it worked for you like this!
This operation is simply better than Sima Guang.
After Han Cheng was dumbfounded, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He quickly stepped forward and told them. After talking and gesticulating for a while, he finally made them understand that this thing called a 'cylinder' was left empty in the tribe and then used a smaller size.
A jar is used to carry water and pour it into it.
The eldest brother and the second brother scratched their heads in embarrassment, carefully placed the vat on the ground, poured out the water in the vat, and walked toward the tribe holding the vat that was several times lighter.
The entire Qingque tribe seemed extremely happy. The Son of God did not disappoint them. He said that good things could be made from mud, so he made them!
Under the leadership of the witch, everyone once again performed a sacrifice in the cave to thank the gods.
The sacrificial object is not food, but pottery that has just come out of the kiln.
In front of the totem pole, a shaman wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff spoke a language that neither Han Cheng nor anyone else in the cave could understand, communicating with the gods he had never sensed before.
Thank God for sending down the Son of God to their tribe and bringing boundless blessings to the tribe.
Among Wu's simple incantations that no one can understand, the word "Tao" will pop up from time to time, which Han Cheng taught him not long ago.
This made the sacrifice, which was supposed to be full of mystery, seem a bit dramatic, and Han Cheng even wanted to laugh, because it gave him a feeling like a prank had succeeded.
The sacrifice lasted for about thirty minutes, and it ended only after the witch was sweating profusely.
The children in the tribe were more excited than the last, especially the six or seven children who personally participated in making pottery.
Lame also grinned, because he also participated in making pottery.
His actions once again confirmed the importance of following a good boss. For example, on the battlefield, the general's personal bodyguards generally die less than others...
The senior brother was also very happy because Han Cheng gave him a bowl.
If it is ordinary things, such as prey, the senior brother as the leader has absolute distribution rights, but this time it is different. What appears this time is a new thing, which was created by the God's revelation and the Son of God. It has never been in the history of the tribe.
It has never appeared before, and the senior brother does not dare to act rashly.
Han Cheng didn't notice this. In his subconscious mind, he felt that this was something he led everyone to create, and he originally had the right to distribute these items.
This is not because he is too unique, but because a lot of his thinking is still unconsciously influenced by later generations, and he is not used to this kind of communal system in the tribe.
Among the eight pieces of pottery, in addition to the large vat made by Heiwa, there are two jars and five bowls.
Urns and jars are public items, while bowls are more private.
Han Cheng gave the best bowl to Wu, and kept the next best bowl for himself, and the remaining three, one for each of his three brothers.
No one has any objection to this distribution method, because this is how they distribute food on weekdays.
Lame, who had been busy with the work for a long time, had no objections. Like the children, he was just a little envious and didn't think there was anything wrong with Han Cheng's allocation.
There are too few jars and jars, which is not enough at all, but there is no need to worry. Facts have now proved that this method of making pottery can work. In the future, as long as we spend more time, we can make up for what is missing.
They caught enough food yesterday. Today, the senior brother and the others did not go out hunting. Instead, after Han Cheng gave an order, they came to the river with the children and collectively participated in the great cause of pottery making.
Han Cheng made some on-demand requests and asked them all to learn from Hei Wa.
This made Hei Wa slightly nervous. At the same time, he also felt that he had gained face. He felt deeply that he had a heavy responsibility, so he did things meticulously and took the trouble to demonstrate to everyone and teach his experience.
Han Cheng watched from the side.
Everyone probably has something they are good at, such as pottery making.
At the end of the day, there are three or four people who do very well, and most of the rest are average, above or below. There are also a few who do very poorly, such as the second senior brother.
At the end of the day, I was sweating all over and had mud all over my face, but I still didn't get a decent result.
It is precisely because of the differences between people that division of labor and cooperation have emerged. Putting people in the fields they are good at and doing what they are good at is a good way to improve production efficiency.
So after the end of the day, Han Cheng made personnel arrangements and asked the four best adult primitive people to specialize in making mud embryos and the like in their free time, that is, when they are not hunting or fishing.
The rest of the people, according to their respective characteristics, carried out tasks such as digging soil, kneading mud, collecting hay, and crushing hay.
Of course, this is all done without affecting the tribe's normal life. After all, food is the tribe's first priority.
A large batch of clay embryos made a few days ago were ready to be burned, but Han Cheng did not carry out this work because he had not yet figured out why his yield was so low using the same method.
When you fail once, you have to find some experience from it. Otherwise, it doesn't make much sense to keep repeating it.
