The wide Heron River flows slowly, and six small boats ripple slightly.
The people on the boat followed the boat downstream.
The difference from the past is that there is no longer anything behind the six boats.
Six rafts, much larger than the boat, floated on the water and followed the boat downstream.
There are one or two people holding bamboo pennies standing on the raft to help the raft change direction and control the speed of the raft to prevent the bamboo raft from hitting the boat in front.
These rafts are made of bamboo, with a width of no less than two meters and a length of more than three meters. The upper and lower layers of bamboo are tied together. People can stand on them without getting their shoes wet.
Compared with small boats that rock with the water, heavy and large bamboo rafts are undoubtedly more stable. Therefore, those who are more seasick hold bamboo pennies and come to the bamboo rafts that are more like flat ground.
It's strange to say that once I got on the bamboo raft, I didn't feel dizzy anymore.
Tietou, whose legs no longer trembled, held a long bamboo pole in his hand. When he saw that the bamboo raft was moving too fast, he inserted the bamboo pole into the river bed and waited for a while to allow the bamboo raft and the boat to distance themselves.
This is undoubtedly easier than mowing the grass all day long.
The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the many two-section bamboo tubes tied to his body.
It was really inconvenient to tie this thing to the body. He wanted to untie these bamboo tubes, but he remembered what Shenzi said before that if he fell into the water with these bamboo tubes, he would not drown, so he resisted.
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After all, he still cherishes life more than feeling uncomfortable.
He was not the only one with bamboo tubes tied to their bodies. Except for Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei, everyone in the team had bamboo tubes tied to their bodies.
It's not that Han Cheng is not afraid of death, but that he and Bai Xuemei are tied to urine bubbles with stronger buoyancy and lighter weight...
These six bamboo rafts are what Han Cheng and his people achieved during the two days it took them to dock.
The making of bamboo rafts is very necessary. Without them, there would be no way to transport back the harvested wild hemp.
After all, a few small boats can barely carry people, and there is no extra space to carry wild hemp.
Moreover, even if the ship is freed up to carry wild hemp, how much can one ship carry?
Far less than what can be transported by bamboo rafts.
And this move kills two birds with one stone. It can not only be used to transport wild hemp, but when the time comes to bring the wild hemp back to the tribe, you can dismantle the bamboo raft and get a lot of bamboo.
Nowadays, the tribe also has iron knives. As long as you practice more and over time, you will be able to break out uniform and useful bamboo strips.
When the time comes, it will be an excellent material whether it is used to make sieves or mats.
Han Cheng looked at these bamboo rafts with a smile on his face.
Grain production will expand in scale in the coming year, and the bamboo sieves manufactured will be just in time to come in handy.
With enough sieves and dustpans, you don’t have to worry too much even if there is no wind when cleaning the grain.
In order to cut down these bamboos, Han Cheng brought the only iron axes and iron saws in the tribe this time.
At the same time, he also brought a stone hoe that was sharpened by the soil for digging the ground.
If we didn't have these tools, we would come here with only a bone shovel like last time, and if we wanted to cut down the bamboo and make so many rafts, we wouldn't be able to do it even if we had two more days.
Junior Brother Sha, who was carrying a bow and holding an oar with both hands, was also looking at these bamboo rafts. The more he looked at them, the more he was amazed by the wisdom of the Son of God.
Previously, he was worried about how the Son of God would transport the harvested wild hemp from the water.
From the fact that Shenzi prepared so many sickles and brought Tietou and other experts in harvesting, he understood that the amount of wild hemp that Shenzi needed to harvest was absolutely indispensable.
The only thing he knew about that could walk on water and transport wild hemp was the wooden canoe they were riding in.
But these wooden boats were full of people, and even if they squeezed enough to make room for two wooden boats, they still couldn't hold too much wild sesame.
Such doubts were not completely eliminated until the first bamboo raft made from cut bamboo was launched into the water...
"Small bamboo rafts go with the flow of water, birds sing, fish swim... Jiangnan Yumi Township, small bamboo rafts go with the flow of water..."
Bai Xuemei still had some childish voices, mixed with the sound of water produced by the paddle, and chased the water birds that flew away against the water.
This sentence, which looks like a poem and a simple children's song, was taught to Bai Xuemei by Han Cheng. He learned it when he was in preschool.
When I recited it at this time, it suited the occasion, but it lacked the crowds and the fragrance of rice.
It is strange to say that many things learned in childhood are deeply engraved in the mind and will not be forgotten. On the contrary, those things learned later and remembered with great difficulty are returned to the teacher easily.
Is it because when I was a child, my mind was single-minded and I received little external interference?
Or have you become too utilitarian as you grow up and learn too many things?
Han Cheng thought about this, but he didn't know the answer.
The sky dimmed again, boats and bamboo rafts docked one after another, people got off the boats one after another, bonfires were raised, and the fish in the fish cages were taken out...
At dusk, the first wisp of cooking smoke floated on the river bank. It was the only smoke here and slowly drifted away against the water in the evening breeze.
When the food in the clay pot is cooked, the river water begins to rise as hot as cooking smoke due to being exposed to the sun for a day.
At this time, the cooking smoke and the heat are mixed together, and it is no longer possible to tell which part of the cooking smoke is water vapor.
At the same time, the Qingque tribe, hundreds of miles away, was also having a meal.
The senior brother who stayed behind with the witch put down his bowls and chopsticks and climbed the wooden ladder to the top of the wall in the last light of day. Looking towards the east, he could vaguely see some shining water.
Outside the gate of the tribe, squatting were Fu Jiang and his five cubs that were almost as big as him.
Regarding this long trip, the eldest brother is quite worried. Without him by his side, he is afraid that the Son of God will be in danger.
Moreover, when the Son of God left this time, half of the people he brought with him were from the original bone tribe, and they were also the kind of strong and strong ones.
The eldest brother understood the intention of the Son of God in doing this, and that was exactly what happened, so he was even more worried.
After all, the people of the Original Bone Tribe are not as reliable as the original people. If the Son of God takes them away, the tribe will naturally be safe, but those on the Son of God's side will be even more dangerous.
Although he knew that no one could match the wisdom of the Son of God, the senior brother could not help but worry.
Just like he would worry about leaving the tribe when he went out with the Son of God.
If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your king; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your people. If you advance, you will worry, and if you retreat, you will worry. But when will you be happy...
Of course the elder brother doesn’t know about the famous story of the ages, "The Story of Yueyang Tower", but his mood is the same.
I wonder how Mr. Fan would feel when he learned that his thoughts and feelings coincided with those of the ancients.
"Bah, bah..."
In the midst of the green tribe where the smoke was rising, the leader of the green tribe spit out the cooked weed seeds stuffed in his mouth.
This stuff doesn't taste good even when cooked. I really don't know why that tribe made so many...
