When the white gardenia blooms, its sweet smell can spread far and wide, rivaling that of the sweet-scented osmanthus.
Moreover, compared to the small osmanthus, the large gardenia is more ornamental.
The gardenias produced after the flowers bloom are very good for making tea.
Of course, for Han Cheng now, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that the color of gardenia is very good.
Crack open two or three gardenias, throw them into the pot, and boil them for a while. The whole pot of water will be dyed yellow.
Two or three gardenias have such a big effect. Put more and the color will become better.
Now the linen woven by the tribe has begun to be dyed.
There is no longer only the gray-brown color dyed with smelly mud, but also the yellow color dyed with gardenia water.
Using gardenia water to dye linen was not Han Cheng's idea, but the grass from the tribe.
The cause was that when I was drinking gardenia tea, I accidentally spilled yellow water on my newly made solid-color linen clothes, leaving little yellow spots.
Everyone has a love for beauty, and the same goes for Qingcao. Putting on the newly made linen clothes made her so happy that she even looked a little cautious when walking.
Now that my fine clothes are stained like this, it would be weird if I felt better.
Immediately, I hurried back to the house, took off my clothes and washed them with water.
The result was different from usual. After the yellow gardenia water fell on it, it was like taking root. The grass almost tore the clothes and failed to wash away the yellow stain on it.
Not to mention Qingcao's sadness at that time, tears came out of her eyes when she looked at the dirty clothes she had just put on.
Later, an idea came to me, so I boiled water with more gardenias, then threw the clothes in and boiled them vigorously. As a result, a kind of clothes with extremely beautiful colors appeared in the Qingque tribe.
As soon as this color came out, it immediately attracted many people in the tribe to imitate it.
For a while, the clothes in the tribe were all yellow.
This is often the case, bad things are not necessarily bad things, and at the same time, many things are discovered accidentally.
Nature is selfless. It is rich in things and can provide people with many things they need. The premise is that you need to discover and utilize them.
Compared with later generations, the plants and animals of this era are undoubtedly extremely rich. Even the people of the Qingque tribe, under the leadership of Han Cheng, have created vast tracts of cultivated land around the tribe. They are not aware of this situation.
Nothing has changed.
Red paint falls on a vine.
This kind of vine is red all over. After peeling off the skin and soaking it in water, a basin of water will be dyed red in no time.
Based on this characteristic, Han Chenggong gave this vine the name red vine.
With the three plants of Polygonum, Gardenia, and Red Vine, Han Cheng had the three primary colors he needed.
The characteristics of these plants were discovered more than a year ago, so they are still preserved in the tribe.
Even if spring has just arrived and many plants have not yet sprouted, it doesn't matter.
The ones stored before are enough for Han Cheng to use.
After walking in and out for a while, three clay pots were set up in the courtyard. Most of the pots were filled with water, and the water was soaked with red vine bark, gardenia, and polygonum indigo.
A flame burns underneath the clay pot, and as the water temperature continues to rise, the colors contained in the three plants are quickly forced out and blended into the water.
Han Cheng was worried that the color was not enough, so he boiled it hard until only a quarter of the water was left.
I found a brush and paper, and applied the boiled paint on the paper. The color wasn't particularly accurate, but it was enough.
Finding three spoons and a few small bowls, Han Cheng scooped out some red paint and some cyan paint, mixed the two together and stirred them into dark cyan.
I scooped some more yellow paint and put it in, and the cyan paint turned into black again.
Even if Han Cheng knew in advance that these colors of paint would change color when mixed together, he still found it very novel when he actually did it with his own hands. He couldn't help but start scooping out several paints for various combinations.
After tinkering for a while and thinking about it, I found a small brush and several clean normal-sized brushes.
Every time a paint is mixed, record on paper which paint was used and how much of each paint was used.
Then use a clean pen to dip it in and draw on the back to leave the color.
After coming here for a few years, Han Cheng has developed the habit of keeping records.
It’s not that he loves to learn, but if you don’t record many things, you won’t be able to keep improving.
"God...Son of God..."
Han Cheng, who was concentrating on drawing a color on the paper, suddenly heard such a sound behind him, which immediately frightened him.
When he turned around to look, he saw Wu. This guy had been quietly standing behind Han Cheng for a while.
If you don't catch your mice, why are you here to scare people? How can you not do your job like this?
Han Cheng, who had not yet completely calmed down, complained about Wu in his heart.
Wu Ke, no matter how much Han Cheng complained to him in his heart, at this time he was completely stunned by these three colors and the magical changes after mixing them together.
"Son of God...this...this..."
Wu pointed his hand at the paint bowl, his expression filled with excitement and disbelief, and he couldn't even speak clearly.
Seeing Wu's appearance, Han Cheng generously forgave Wu for scaring him just now.
The joy of 'bullying' primitive people and old people instantly rose to my heart and filled my whole chest.
"Well, this is just a small trick, not worth mentioning..."
He was obviously surprised by the changes in paint that he had not had much contact with before, but at this time, Han Cheng was shamelessly pretending to be calm and calm.
It seems as if these things that have been produced are really not worth mentioning.
The upright Wu Huan was really frightened by Han Cheng's calm demeanor. This thing seemed very magical to him. The Son of God actually said that this was just a trivial matter?
With just a little comparison like this, the huge gap was immediately revealed, and the worship of the Son of God in my heart suddenly turned into a torrential river...
The stinky Han Dashenzi greatly satisfied his vanity through the witch's reaction, and then he stopped 'bullying' the elderly.
Hand the spoon in your hand to the witch, and he will remotely control the situation, letting the novel witch do these things for him.
Water of different colors turns into another color after being mixed together. This magical transformation amazed Wu.
So, after a lot of fussing, by the time Han Cheng remembered what was going on, the three colors of red, yellow and green had been completely wiped out.
