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Chapter 399 From 'Encouraging Learning' to the Trolley

It took a lot of effort to produce, and many of the small quantities of high-quality linen were made into such seemingly useless things, which the Son of God called masks, which made the tribe

Many people there felt very uncomfortable.

It’s not just Bai Xuemei, a cloth lover, who feels uncomfortable, but also those who wear masks.

Because this thing is worn on the mouth and it blocks the mouth and nose, it makes breathing uncomfortable.

However, when they went to the brick kiln, the Son of God told them to bring them with them, and no one was allowed to be lazy.

If you don't do this, you will easily get a very uncomfortable disease.

It wasn't until the illness was sacrificed that the people in the tribe really took it seriously and no longer dared to look down on wearing extremely uncomfortable masks.

Although Han Cheng felt a little distressed about using the linen that was originally intended to be used as clothes to make masks, he did not cut corners or hesitate at all.

This thing must be done, otherwise it will be uncomfortable if there are a few more consumptive clan members in the Time Tribe.

That is a disease that can torture a strong man to the point where death is worse than life!

The temperature inside the brick kiln was still much higher than outside. Not long after entering, Han Cheng broke out in sweat.

However, he didn't pay too much attention to these, but concentrated on looking at the bricks in the brick kiln.

Compared with before, these bricks have changed greatly.

Each one is black and blue. If you pick two up and hit them against each other, they will make a clanking sound.

Han Cheng was holding the green bricks in his hands with a smile on his face. He had good luck and skills. The bricks from the first kiln were basically finished!

He asked people to carry these bricks out, and 43 of the 500 bricks were cracked, which was still within the acceptable range.

The cracked bricks were black in the middle, and Han Cheng knew that this was a sign that they had not been burned thoroughly.

It seems that the fire was extinguished too early this time, so let's wait for more time to burn it next time.

He did not throw away these broken bricks and had them transported back to the tribe so that they could be used when the time came to build a house. After all, 'there are rotten bricks, but there are no rotten walls'.

"Ding ding ding..."

Heiwa on the side had a green brick in one hand and a red brick left over from the cave dwelling that had been fired before, and they collided with each other. After a while, he had to admit that the green bricks fired in this way were indeed stronger than the previous red bricks.

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"Son of God, when you are burning pottery, can you pour water into it..."

After confirming that watering can make bricks stronger, Heiwa immediately associated it with the firing of pottery.

Do you pour water into pottery when you bake it?

Nine times out of ten it won't work.

Although pottery and bricks are both made of clay, they still have many differences.

However, Han Cheng did not directly tell what he knew. Instead, he looked at Hei Wa who was looking at him with joy in his eyes and said, "I don't know. If you want to know the result, you can try it yourself."

Consciously cultivating the ability of people in the tribe to proactively think and discover problems is what Han Cheng is slowly doing.

He has already thought clearly about many things. He can indeed lead the people of the Qingque tribe to a shortcut, but after embarking on this path, if they want to continue to develop further, they need to do it themselves.

Work hard and find out.

After all, he, the false son of God, is not omnipotent. There are many things that he also has only a partial understanding of.

"Well, let me try!"

Hei Wa's eyes flashed, and after nodding vigorously, he turned around and left the brick kiln, running towards the place where he often fired pottery...

All the bricks used for experiments in the first kiln were transported to the tribe. After cleaning the brick kiln, the bricks from the second kiln were also loaded in. This time there were more bricks, as many as two thousand pieces.

Facts have proved that moving bricks is not an easy job, even if it is adobe bricks.

This was the most intuitive feeling that Han Cheng got after he filled the brick kiln with the bricks for the second kiln along with the tribesmen.

The other people in the tribe were fine. After all, they were more powerful than Han Cheng, and they had been exposed to a life that was worse than what they are now since they were born.

In Han Cheng's opinion, carrying it shoulder to shoulder in such a very laborious way is already very rare in their opinion!

"The gentleman said: You can't stop learning. Green comes from blue, and it is greener than blue; ice comes from water, but it is colder than water.

The tree is straight in the middle of the rope, and the frame is used as a wheel, and its curves are in the right order. Although it is violent and no longer straight, the frame makes it so... Therefore, if you don't accumulate steps, you will not be able to reach a thousand miles..."

Looking at the smoke-emitting brick kilns and the sweaty tribesmen carrying bricks back and forth on burdens, Han Cheng recited an excerpt from Xunzi's famous work "Encouragement to Learning" with his hands behind his back.

It’s not just to cheer yourself up, nor is it to encourage everyone in the tribe to persevere. If this continues, the light will definitely belong to you, and the blue-brick houses will definitely appear.

After all, even Shi Shi, who was the best at learning Chinese in the tribe, looked confused after hearing the words coming from the mouth of the Son of God.

If you don’t understand what you listen to, you will naturally fail to achieve the purpose of alerting and educating the world.

The reason why he suddenly read the same famous article was because he wanted to build a car!

The most critical method of making wheels has been given by Master Xun in "Encouragement to Learning".

The people of the Qingque tribe also used a similar method to make wooden forks with an overall arc of more than 270 degrees.

At this time, since iron tools have already appeared, there shouldn't be much of a problem if you spend a little more effort to get the wheels.

After solving the key technical problem of the wheel, the rest can basically be figured out.

Han Cheng didn't have the ability to manufacture a four-wheeled car or a three-wheeled motorcycle with a bucket. It shouldn't be a problem if he could make the red-faced Guan Gong push a wheelbarrow selling dates.

Han Cheng clenched his fists like this and thought with fighting spirit. Then he couldn't help but smile and asked the red-faced Master Guan to sell dates. Lao Luo was really narrow-minded.

Han Cheng didn't have to do anything about burning the kiln himself. He gave some instructions, and then turned around and returned to the tribe.

Lame was a restless man. When there was nothing big to make, he went to work on the windows of the big tile-roofed house that had not yet been built.

"Lame, let's take a break first and let me tell you something more interesting."

Han Cheng glanced at the busy bees coming in and out, came to the lame one, and said aloud.

"Something interesting?"

Lame came to the spirit.

When a person achieves a sense of achievement in a certain field, he will become more immersed in it and want to do more challenging things.

Carpentry is also a job that can make people obsessed with it, such as Chongzhen's brother, the emperor who was obsessed with carpentry, and now Lame.

(There are many flaws in the writing, and the subscriptions for this section are also relatively low. I would like to thank the book friends for their tolerance and never giving up. They have always provided encouragement and support. Thank you all, thank you! I can’t guarantee how wonderful the writing will be, but I will definitely use my heart.

Go write, a promise from an old street writer)


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