After Han Cheng patted his head, a new tool was added to the tribe - a pole.
For the Qingque tribe, which is full of trees lying on the ground, it is very easy to find some suitable wood to make poles.
A one-and-a-half-meter-long tree stick as thick as an arm, with a dent carved on both ends using a stone knife, is used to catch the rope on the water jar to prevent the water jar from falling.
The middle section of the pole, which is about 20 centimeters long, is polished as flat and smooth as possible so that it will not hurt the shoulders when carrying water.
The people of the tribe were once again impressed by the wonderful ideas of their god son.
It looks like a very simple carrying pole, but it works surprisingly well.
In the past, carrying one can of water at a time felt heavy, but now I carry two cans at once, walking from the river to the wall being built in one go, a journey of more than three miles, and I still don’t feel tired!
(I am inexplicably reminded of the advertisement for New Calcium Medium and High Calcium Tablets - this person is old and loves... Now with New Calcium Medium and High Calcium Tablets, I can take one tablet a day, five tablets at a time, and I can climb up to the fifth floor in one go.
It takes a lot of effort...)
It's just that my shoulders couldn't bear it at the beginning. After carrying water for a day, my shoulders were swollen.
However, after this kind of thing continued for a while, it was completely fine. People who were used to using poles just felt that the previous behavior of carrying water directly with their hands was very stupid...
Because this wall has to leave a door, its construction is different from the previous wall. The specific difference lies in the place where the door is left.
In order to make the door stronger and not affect the solidity of the entire wall by leaving the door open, Han Cheng racked his brains.
Now that we have figured out a way, when building it, just create a square gate post with a side length of one meter directly where the door is left.
The west side of the square gatepost is connected to the wall, and on the north side of the gatepost, it extends another two and a half meters to the north.
In this case, a right angle will be formed here. The two walls support each other and are much stronger than a single wall.
Moreover, when the time comes and the fence is completely built, wooden beams can be placed on the two and a half-meter walls to make a roof, so that the gate becomes a house.
It can not only protect the door from wind and sun, but also put some simple tools here.
Especially when the weather is hot in summer, you can open the door, squat under the door with a bowl of rice, and feel the cool breeze while eating food in your mouth. Not to mention enjoying it a lot.
How to install the door and make it strong and secure is a difficult problem, but Han Cheng also came up with a solution.
The focus is still on the built door pillars with a side length of one meter.
When building this gate pillar, Han Cheng placed an extremely hard wood with tree roots at a distance of 30 centimeters, 1.2 meters and 2 meters from the ground.
This kind of wood is one and twenty meters long and about as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
The end with the roots is driven into the doorpost. After it is built like this, it is impossible to pull it out from the doorpost because of the existence of these roots.
Ninety centimeters of the one-meter-two tree trunk was buried in the doorpost, leaving thirty centimeters exposed.
The outside does not refer to the outside of the fence, but the inside of the fence and the outside of the doorpost.
Looking inside from the outside, you can't see the existence of this tree stump at all.
These three tree stumps are used to secure the door.
When the time comes, the door is built and fixed to these three tree stumps.
And another advantage of the door installed in this way is that all the cleverness is hidden inside. Once the door is closed and inserted from the inside, it looks like two large doors from the outside. If you want to remove the door, you can only remove it from the inside.
There is nothing you can do from the inside, but there is nothing you can do from the outside.
Time passes quietly, and every day seems to be the same as before. However, many things quietly change in this tranquility, and some even complete the process from birth to death.
The little wolf cub became even more clingy and followed Han Cheng around all day long.
During this time, it has grown up a lot, and its wolf characteristics have gradually become obvious.
However, the wolf's character is not revealed much.
Han Cheng dangled a small piece of wood in front of General Fu's eyes, then raised his hand and threw it out.
Fu Jiang is the name Han Cheng gave to the wolf cub because he wanted it to be a good omen.
Fu Jiang, who had played this game many times, turned around and ran away without Han Cheng's instructions. He rushed to the wood that had just landed and caught it in his mouth, then ran to Han Cheng's side.
Putting the wood in Han Cheng's outstretched hand, he stuck out his tongue and looked at Han Cheng expectantly, like a child who longed for praise for doing something right.
Han Cheng didn't pay attention to General Fu, but pretended to be angry and pointed at General Fu's tail.
Seeing this, General Fu seemed to suddenly remember something, and the expression on his face changed, looking like he was frightened.
Under Han Cheng's gaze, its tail hanging from the back tilted up, and then began to swing from side to side, looking very clumsy and laborious.
Seeing this guy's aggrieved look while peeping at him and wagging his tail vigorously, Han Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.
General Fu immediately stopped wagging his tail, and his aggrieved look disappeared. He jumped around Han Cheng and looked at Han Cheng with a flattering look on his face.
Han Cheng then slowly took out a small bag made of animal skin from his arms, took out a finger-sized piece of salted dried meat and stuffed it into General Fu's mouth.
The people in the tribe, including Chen who was bitten by a wolf in the past, have now accepted the existence of General Fu. They no longer stare at Fu General when they see him like before, as if they want to pounce on Fu General.
He looked like he was biting his ear.
Now they are happy to play with this new playmate.
The flames rose in the cave, the large vat where the broth was boiling was emitting steaming white steam, and the rich fragrance spread inside the cave.
Fu Jiang squatted in front of Han Cheng, looking eagerly at the vat like everyone else, waiting for his senior brother's order to start eating.
Eating when you are hungry is always something you look forward to.
It's just that Fu Jiang's expectations are longer than those of ordinary people.
Because after it looks forward to the big vat for cooking soup, it also looks forward to Han Cheng.
Under Fu Jiang's expectant gaze, Han Cheng slowly picked up a green vegetable from the bowl with chopsticks and placed it in Fu Jiang's special bowl in front of his feet.
When Fu Jiang saw this green vegetable, he immediately fell to the ground with a cry like a deflated rubber ball, looking as if he was hopeless.
But from time to time, he secretly glanced at Han Cheng's little actions, which exposed his thoughts.
Han Cheng had long been accustomed to Fu Jiang's playful and cute ways. He didn't look at Fu Jiang and just ate his own food. He also deliberately made his mouth squeak loudly, as if he was eating meat in a bowl.
Looks extremely delicious.
Fu Jiang waited like this for a while, but when it was no use, he lay down on the ground, reluctantly leaning his head on the edge of his bowl, dejectedly, eating the wild vegetable full of disgust, and then looked up at Han Cheng.
Seeing Han Cheng looking at its tail, he quickly raised his tail and tilted the door, shaking it vigorously a few times.
Han Cheng then took out a piece of cooked meat from the bowl, put it in Fu Jiang's bowl, and reached out to touch his head.
Fu Jiang, who was pretending to be angry, felt Han Cheng's touch while eating the meat. His comfortable eyes were half-closed, and his tail could not help but sway from side to side...
(God has allowed me to meet so many book friends, I must ask for tickets... If I don’t ask for tickets for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over - Mo Shoubai is as if he is addicted to drinking strong drinks)
