The people of the Qingque tribe who were immersed in the painting in front of them suddenly woke up when they heard Shitou's words.
Yes, they still have to farm, mow, and... after doing so much work, how can they have any spare time to do these things?
How could the tribe be built like this when the millet was yellow?
Shitou's words were undoubtedly like a ladle of cold water poured on them, which dampened everyone's enthusiasm and made them feel extremely uncomfortable as they wanted to quickly turn the things in the painting into reality.
Han Cheng had already considered the matter of starting construction. After the spring plowing, the tribe would be relatively free.
When the time comes, let the women and children in the tribe do relatively easy tasks such as weeding and loosening the soil, and the strong men will participate in the construction of houses.
Although the tribe is a bit crowded now, according to the low requirements of everyone for living space and environment, there will still be no problem in another two or three years.
In two or three years, enough people have done all this.
Moreover, houses that are built one after another can also be put into use one after another. It is not necessary to build everything before they can be used.
As soon as Han Cheng explained his plan with a smile, everyone who had been worried just now felt suddenly enlightened.
Yes, these can be built slowly, there is no need to build them all at once.
Just like the houses and walls that the tribe now owns, they were all built one after another.
After hearing Han Cheng's explanation of the stone, after understanding it for a while, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and scratched his head. Since it was not built when the millet was yellow, why did you paint yellow millet on the fields around the wall?
Painting ripe millet and fruits certainly makes the whole painting more attractive.
For everyone in the tribe, yellow fruits are always more attractive than romantic things.
Han Cheng, who knew the temperament of everyone in the tribe, naturally wanted to prescribe the right medicine.
Wu, who had been shaking like chaff for a while, finally calmed down.
The ladle of cold water poured down from the stone made him realize a problem.
That is the tribal wall.
The 1:200 scale was written on Wu's hand. As a studious old man in the tribe, Wu still knew something about the scale.
Because before Han Cheng, when he was teaching map drawing, he had specifically talked about scale.
He made a rough estimate of the length of the wall on the painting, and then did a rough calculation. Although he did not come up with an accurate figure, Wu also understood that the wall on the painting was far longer than the current wall of the tribe.
If you look at pictures like this carefully, you will find that many buildings will exceed the scope of today's walls.
If you want to build all these buildings, then the existing walls in the tribe must be demolished...
The wall is the most time-consuming thing in the entire tribe. Not to mention the construction, just tearing down the existing wall will take a long time.
If you want to build a larger wall than now, it will take more energy.
Not to mention the rest of the houses, just demolishing and building fences will probably not be completed by the time the millet turns yellow.
In such a long period of time, the tribe will lose the protection of the wall, then...
Although the tribe now has a large number of people and possesses a lot of bronze weapons, the witch's heart feels uneasy at all when he thinks about being without wall protection for such a long time.
He hesitated for a while and finally told the matter.
As soon as Wu's words came out, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat. How could he have forgotten this matter?
Others in the tribe who were excited about the bright future were also stunned at this time. There was no doubt that the cold water poured on them by the witch was much greater.
If stones are judged by ladles, then witches should be judged by buckets.
During this gap period, Han Cheng really didn't expect it when he was planning. When Wu said this, he suddenly felt bad. How could such a big flaw be left?
However, his daze only lasted for a short time, and after a while, he had already thought of a solution.
The solution to this problem is actually very simple, that is, don't demolish the fence first, build the large outer fence first, and then demolish the old fence inside.
Just like when you first want to build in a tribe, you choose to build a wall first, and then build houses inside the wall after safety is guaranteed.
In this way, there will be no problem with the tribe's defense.
He had not noticed this problem before, but now that it was mentioned by the witch, the solution came out.
Han Cheng smiled and told everyone the solution. After a bucket of cold water was poured on the people, Han Cheng added firewood and fanned the flames, and soon a raging flame was burning again.
Wu Ye's eyes lit up and he felt that this method was indeed very good.
So, without any worries, everyone in the Qingque tribe suddenly became excited again after confirming the feasibility of this matter.
This rendering that Han Cheng worked so hard to draw was regarded as a treasure by everyone in the tribe. Everyone came forward in turn to look at it carefully with admiration and excitement, imagining what it would be like to live in it in the future, and everyone was very excited.
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The witch guarded the painting like a miser. Those who wanted to reach out and touch the painting were slapped by the witch without exception, for fear of being damaged by these people.
If Han Cheng hadn't repeatedly refused, there would have been a grand party for the Qingque Tribe tonight.
Because the witch wanted to inform the respected gods of this great event through sacrifices.
This picture stirred up a thousand waves. As soon as this rendering came out, the people of the Qingque tribe were as excited as if they had been given blood.
For a while, everyone was talking about this matter. Many people were imagining the scene of living in such a tribe...
As night fell, the heat dropped slightly. Han Cheng, who was lying on the kang, was not as excited as everyone else because he had been thinking about the old fence.
The method he told everyone in the afternoon of building the new fence and then tearing down the old fence always made him feel a little inappropriate.
On the one hand, it is not easy to build the wall, and on the other hand, it is quite troublesome to tear it down. Thirdly, although he wrote the word "dismantling" on the wall, after it is demolished, no one will give him generous compensation.
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After all, he himself is the leader of the tribe.
After thinking for a while, Han Cheng reached out and slapped his head hard twice.
Why do you always want to tear down a good wall? Isn’t it good to leave it here and build a urn city?
