(Additional updates 7/12 and 8/18 for book rewards for book friends, there are too many words to put in the chapter titles, sniff...)
Many things in the world are like this. They are just separated by a layer of window paper. Just pierce it and you will immediately get a new and new result. It is not impossible to discover a new world through this.
It's not easy to just pierce this membrane.
Just like the lameness now.
Putting things on wheels and making them into vehicles for transporting things is the most normal thing for people of later generations, but it is very difficult for people in the tribe to think of it.
If Han Cheng hadn't been there to give some advice, even on today's basis, it would have been extraordinary for the people in the tribe to have thought of adding wheels to a sledge, making it into a vehicle, and harnessing deer and donkeys to pull the vehicle.
It's not easy.
You only need to look at Lame's reaction at this moment to know this.
In fact, this is the biggest advantage of people who travel back in time. Because they have knowledge that is many years ahead of their time, when they deal with the things they encounter, they often feel that they are very common, even natural, and fall into this era.
In the eyes of everyone, it will cause an uproar.
Han Cheng thought with emotion as he watched the lame who saluted him deeply and respectfully praised the 'Son of God', and the wizard who joined him later.
It was no accident that Lame became the number one carpenter of the Qingque tribe. You only need to look at the way he was so excited that he wanted to start working on it immediately after learning about the donkey cart.
The most critical aspect of making a two-wheeled donkey cart is not the sledge-like body on the top, but the wheels on the bottom.
This is really a very technical test, especially the bearings that connect the two wheels.
Together with the weight of the car itself and the weight of the things loaded on the car, over time, it will first press on the bearings and then be shared on the two pulleys. You can imagine the weight it bears.
Before there was bronze in the tribe, it was possible to rely solely on hardwood to make some wheelbarrow axles. However, hardwood was not able to handle the important task of making bearings for two-wheeled vehicles like donkey carts that were destined to carry a lot of things.
Therefore, the manufacture of the donkey cart was not just a matter for Ling, the carpenter, but also for Hei Wa, the craftsman who made the molds, and the second brother, who, in addition to slings, specialized in copper and iron.
Han Cheng said that he needed to call the second senior brother and Hei Wa to come over and study the matter together. Before he could go out, the extremely excited carpenter had already limped and ran quickly to find the two of them.
Seeing this speed, Han Cheng, a man with good legs and feet, actually felt some unparalleled emotion.
Not long after, the second senior brother and Hei Wa came over with excited lame and equally excited faces.
"Son of God!"
"Son of God!"
On the way here, the two of them already knew roughly what Han Cheng was calling them for, so after they came to Han Cheng and said hello, they began to look at Han Cheng with bright eyes, waiting for Han Cheng to start.
Send tasks.
Han Cheng was very satisfied with the attitude of several people. He immediately took a piece of paper, a charcoal pencil, a ruler and a compass and began to draw two wheels connected together by bearings on the paper.
After finishing the painting, I expressed some of my own opinions on it.
Han Cheng's most vivid memories of things like carts and pulleys come from his childhood with a few friends in the village. They walked around the room unloading the cart from the cart, and one of the pulleys landed on the ground, and the other pulley was in the air.
matter.
Hold it with your hands, and then push it hard, and the bullock cart wheel above will rotate.
At an age when toys are scarce, Han Cheng can play with such fun things for most of the day without getting tired of them.
However, the tires of the ox cart wheels at home are made of rubber, and where the bearings are connected to the wheel, in addition to the steel sleeve, there are small steel balls between the inner sleeve and the outer sleeve.
These things mixed with engine oil will reduce the friction between the wheel and the axle, making the ox cart run lighter and more smoothly.
There is still a huge gap between knowing this and making it happen, but at least you can know where you need to work hard.
Han Cheng pointed to the sketch he drew and told several people about this. Among them, Lai and Heiwa understood it the fastest, while the second brother, a coppersmith who became a monk on the way, was much slower.
Compared with the two children, it is much more difficult to teach.
It's just that during this process, you must have a pleasant appearance and a gentle mood, otherwise, such a big man, who looks extremely majestic and majestic, will look like he is about to cry, which is really unbearable.
Fortunately, the most important thing about bearing rings and other things is Hei Wa, the one who makes the mold. He only needs to make the mold, and the second senior brother can pour it out step by step.
The discussion about the donkey cart continued until the sky was about to darken, and then it was considered completely over.
And when it was over, several more people appeared in the conference room. They were all the leading figures of the Qingque tribe who came over after hearing some news.
For example, people like Big Brother, Shang, and Mao.
Everyone who came out of the conference room couldn't hide their excitement. They wished they could get on a two-wheeled cart pulled by a donkey.
The backbone technical staff such as Second Senior Brother, Lai, and Hei Wa were even more eager to roll up their sleeves.
If Han Cheng hadn't given the order to sleep well and be energetic before trying again tomorrow, these guys would definitely be able to stay up late and fight at night...
"Brother Cheng, what is a donkey cart?"
When sleeping at night, Bai Xuemei, who was lying on the kang, asked Han Cheng out loud, full of curiosity.
"It is to put the sledge close to the middle position on the left and right sides, install a large cart wheel on each side, and then let the donkeys be hitched and let the donkeys pull the cart."
Han Cheng explained aloud.
After thinking for a while, he said again: "When the Shiji tribe builds the donkey cart and the road to the Tongshan residential area is built, we will hitch the donkey cart and load the canned meat and dried meat on it.
Millet, pots and bowls, etc., I drove the car, you and Xiao Wandou sat in the car, and then I picked up Fu Jiang and Tuantuan, and we went to the Tongshan residential area to play together.
Let me show you the blue pool on Tongshan Mountain..."
In future generations, when you are trying to pick up a girl, if you say that I am holding the family's ox cart and taking you and your children to see the outside world, then nine times out of ten, I will give you a blank stare, and then
Turn around and leave.
Still want to take the child with you? This is simply a dream.
But now it's completely different.
After Han Cheng brought out this donkey cart that didn't even have the key to drop the waistband of his pants, and said that he would take her and her children out to play when the time came, Bai Xuemei was so happy that she
Hugging Han Cheng's arm, his eyebrows were full of stars.
In this way, Han Cheng once again lamented, if the majority of single comrades in later generations know that wives are so easy to find at this time and the requirements are so low, I wonder if there will be a wave of people going to the Gobi Desert, and then using their hands.
The craze to touch that petroglyph…
According to Han Cheng's guess, if he traveled far enough, he might be able to find someone with fair skin, good looks, long legs that could squeeze a watermelon, and blond hair and blue eyes as his wife.
Of course, the premise is that they can survive in such an era, not become food for wild beasts, and drag them to take a bath...
On the second day, the people in the tribe got up very early, and many of them had dark circles under their eyes. Among them were Lame, Heiwa, and Second Senior Brother, the three main people who built the donkey cart, and the people who were sitting on it.
The outing in the donkey cart made Bai Xuemei and the others so excited that they couldn't sleep. This was especially obvious.
So much so that when Tuantuan and his mother, two chubby guys, came over, they looked at them confused for a long time, then silently hugged the bamboo in their arms tightly, turned around and left without saying a word...
"Chichi~chichi~"
Outside the carpenter's room, the two apprentices who were led out by the limp stopped weaving rattan armor. They were pulling the saw hard and sawing along the straight line drawn with charcoal pencil and ruler.
Falling down one after another, a piece of wood standing there was gradually broken into planks.
Lame was squatting on one side, holding a bronze ax in his hand and chopping a piece of wood.
The sledge is very similar to the upper part of the donkey cart, but there are still some differences.
Moreover, it would be a pity to destroy a good sledge and change it into a donkey cart. In addition, things like copper-cast axles cannot be manufactured in a short time, and there is plenty of time, so Lame is planning to make a sledge on the basis of it.
According to some of the suggestions Han Cheng gave yesterday, a donkey cart was rebuilt.
After knocking out this new donkey cart, get the wooden wheels...
In the pottery room, Heiwa squatted there and made a mold with the mixed mud. Making this new mold was not very smooth. He would look at the two pieces of paper lying not far away after working for a while.
On it were drawn by Han Cheng the shape of two wheels connected together by bearings, as well as the appearance of a separate bearing.
After looking at it for a while, I went back to making molds.
In the process, he destroyed many semi-finished molds made of mud.
Crouching aside to help with the clay was the shaman’s hand-warming round. He had a deep obsession with things like pottery. Back in the semi-agrarian tribe, pottery circles were often made.
Therefore, after arriving at the Qingque Tribe and seeing Hei Wa starting to make pottery with clay, she would come over and watch with bright eyes.
After seeing more, I will slowly start mixing clay and try to make pottery.
With Hei Wa, a master of pottery, Fang has benefited a lot from it. Compared with before, the level of pottery has been greatly improved...
"Alas~"
A carpenter's apprentice, holding a long wooden ruler in one hand and drawing straight lines on the wood with a charcoal pencil in the other, couldn't help but sigh.
Because just now he accidentally drew a line crookedly. This is the third time he has drawn it crookedly.
The line is crooked. If it is not corrected, after the wood is cut out along this line, the entire piece of wood will directly become waste. So the little apprentice can only find a torn rag, soak it with water and continue there.
wipe.
After finally wiping it clean, I ended up drawing it wrong again, which almost made the little apprentice jump in place with anger and anxiety.
Because only a small half of the last piece of wood that is being sawed is left, and it will be sawed out in a short time. If he cannot remove the thread on this piece of wood before this half of the piece of wood is completely untied,
If you don't finish the painting, your work will be delayed.
And there is a possibility that the old master will blame you.
The little apprentice was anxious and wanted to draw these lines quickly, but the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made.
Seeing that the remaining wood was about to be untied and he hadn't finished drawing the lines on the pillar, the little apprentice was so anxious that he burst into tears.
"Why haven't you finished painting yet?"
Over there, he was holding an ax and chopping at a pillar. He couldn't hear the sound of the big saw. He looked up and saw that the two people pulling the big saw had stopped, and the one responsible for marking the line was standing there.
The little apprentice looked forward, and the little apprentice wiped his tears anxiously, and immediately knew what was going on.
At that moment, he frowned and asked aloud, with some sternness in his voice.
This young apprentice has only recently started to learn carpentry, so it is normal that he is not proficient in marking lines. When those apprentices learned carpentry from him in the past, they were not very good at marking lines at the beginning.
I can understand this kind of thing.
The reason why he looked a little angry at this time was because he saw the little apprentice wiping away his tears.
Everyone will encounter difficulties. When you encounter difficulties, find a way to overcome them. Wipe your tears there. Lameness is the most unbearable thing.
And this little apprentice was already very anxious, but now that Lame said this, he suddenly became even more anxious.
Although he wanted to stop his tears, he couldn't hold them back no matter how hard he tried.
Seeing this scene, Lame's brows furrowed even deeper. The two people who originally wanted to help him draw the line stopped their movements when they saw this.
In the Qingque tribe, crying when encountering hardship is really not very popular.
"What's wrong?"
Han Cheng, who came out of the pottery workshop and walked towards here, asked after seeing the situation here.
"The Son of God, he draws the line..."
Most primitive people have upright tempers, so Lame told the matter directly in front of the young apprentice.
The little apprentice was already in tears, but the tears fell so hard that his whole body was twitching and he couldn't hold it back.
After Han Cheng learned about the situation, he smiled at Lai, asked about the construction of the donkey cart body, and then turned around and walked towards the young apprentice.
Just like ordinary children who worry about seeing adults after making mistakes, this little apprentice is also the same.
It was already uncomfortable enough for him to be blamed by his master for not being able to draw the line well, but the Son of God, whom he respected the most, happened to come over and encounter this problem at this time.
What made him most uncomfortable was that the Son of God was coming towards him at this time...
"Aren't you good at drawing?"
Han Cheng came to the little apprentice and squatted down and said.
This apprentice was born in the spring of the second year after Han Cheng arrived, and his name was Mao Er. He got such a strange name because his ears were not very round, and somewhat resembled an irregular triangle.
According to Qingque's chronology, Mao Er, who was born in the spring of the second year of Qingque, has passed his eighth birthday and is already nine years old.
Nine years old, in later generations, he was still in elementary school, but now, in addition to learning some knowledge in Qingque Elementary School, Mao Er also has to do carpentry and other things.
This was the change that happened after he arrived. When Han Cheng first came here, children as big as Mao Er in the tribe were treated as adults except for less participation in dangerous activities such as hunting.
Came to use it.
"If you have a mountain to back you, you will have to bear the burden alone if you don't have a mountain to support you." The saying that the children of the poor have become rich early is the living conditions of most minors in this era.
Mao Er held his breath and tried desperately to hold back his tears, but things were so strange. It was okay if the Son of God didn't ask. When he asked, he couldn't hold back his tears even more.
But the Son of God had to answer questions, so the consequence of this was that the cat ears were crying with snot and tears, and when he opened his mouth and wanted to speak, he exhaled too hard, and then the left nostril,
A snot bubble was blown up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The oversized one covers almost half of Mao Er's face...
The tearful Mao Er herself was so confused by her magical operation that she stood there and forgot to cry or reply.
After seeing all this, Han Cheng knew that it was not appropriate to laugh out loud at this time. He endured it for a while, but he couldn't hold it back anymore. He squatted there holding his stomach and burst out laughing.
Han Cheng was a professional at holding back his laughter and would not laugh so wildly.
Unless you can't help it.
After blowing out a huge snot bubble, the whole person was a little confused. Looking at the son of God squatting in front of him, he was laughing so hard that he couldn't hold back his voice. He was stunned for a while, and finally couldn't help it anymore.
, burst into tears and burst into tears.
There were two people, one big and one small. One squatted there holding his belly and laughed, while the other stood there crying. It was very lively for a while.
When future generations who don't know the inside story see this, they will definitely think that Han Cheng, the weird uncle, stole the children's bubble gum.
Um, bubble gum...
Seeing Mao Er crying even more sadly, Han Cheng used great perseverance to hold back his laughter.
"Stop crying, go wash your hands and face properly. After you wash your hands and stop crying, I will teach you a way to draw lines quickly."
Han Cheng, who forced himself to put on a serious face, spoke to Mao Er in a rather majestic voice.
Sure enough, it is better to have a serious face when dealing with such a little guy. Looking at the back of the cat-eared figure who stretched out his hand to scratch his face as he walked, Han Cheng, who had a serious face just now, covered his stomach and laughed silently.
When he was laughing, Han Cheng saw Mao Er turning his head back, and Han Cheng reacted immediately and turned into a serious face again.
"Son of God, is there really a way to draw a line quickly?"
After Mao Er went to wash his face, he heard what Han Cheng said to Mao Er and came over to ask.
As a master carpenter in the tribe, he did not want to miss any improvements in carpentry and weaving.
"Well, it is true, but I just remembered it."
Han Cheng nodded and said loudly.
Hearing Han Cheng's confirmation of this matter, Lai immediately became beaming and beaming, full of expectations.
Han Cheng turned around and went back to the room to find a thin piece of hemp rope and an ink block made by Wu. Then he added some water to a rough fired pottery inkstone and started grinding it slowly.
As he grinded, the water in the inkstone gradually turned black and turned into ink.
Lame stood aside, watching and thinking in his mind, trying to figure out how the Son of God could use these things to draw lines better.
To draw lines, you need to use charcoal pen or ink and a writing brush. Of course, you know these things, but you are deeply puzzled that Han Cheng did not take the writing brush but took out a piece of twine at this time.
Isn't hemp thread used for weaving or twisting hemp rope? Why did the Son of God take it out now?
"Take this."
After grinding the ink, Han Cheng put the twine into the ceramic inkstone, leaving only the two ends outside.
After seeing that the twine was soaked with ink, he pointed to the other end and said to Mao Er, who had washed his face and walked over.
At this time, Mao Er was attracted by the rather strange things that Han Cheng made. Except for the occasional involuntary sob, Mao Er no longer shed tears.
After hearing what Han Cheng said at this time, he followed Han Cheng's example and pinched the other end of the twine with his hands.
Then, at Han Cheng's signal, the two of them pulled the ink-filled hemp thread and walked one after another towards the piece of wood where the cat's ears had been marked not long ago.
"Pull the twine up a little with your hands, and then loosen it."
At Han Cheng's signal, the two tightened and aligned the ink-dipped hemp threads on the previously carved marks at both ends of the wooden pillar.
Han Cheng looked at it and after confirming that both sides were correct, he spoke to Mao Er.
As he spoke, he used his free hand to grasp the twine, pull it up, and then let go.
After receiving Han Cheng's instructions, Mao Er stretched out his fingers to pinch the ink-soaked twine in front of him with some caution, pulled it up a little, and then released his fingers.
The pulled up twine bounced back and fell on the wood, and a clear black line was imprinted on the wood, very straight without any bend.
Mao Er looked at his fingers stained with some ink, looking at the slightly trembling hemp thread and the clear ink line under the hemp thread, his eyes widened, and he was surprised with disbelief.
He couldn't believe that the line that made him cry was so easily removed, and it was still such a straight, even thickness of the ink line.
"Son of God..."
Mao Er raised his head, looked at Han Cheng and was surprised and happy. He shouted in confusion, and then didn't know what to say.
Han Cheng looked at Mao Er's appearance and said with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's draw another line."
"Um!"
Mao Er nodded vigorously, and then together with Han Cheng, he moved the twine to the next place where the mark was carved.
This time, Han Cheng didn't need to speak. Mao Er pinched the twine with his fingers, pulled it up and released it. As the fine ink flew away, a black and straight line appeared again.
On a wooden pillar.
Looking at the black and straight line on the wooden pillar and the twine pulled by him and Han Cheng, Mao Er's eyes became bright.
It's not just Mao Er whose eyes are brightening. The carpenter Lame, who is standing by and watching, and several other junior carpenters also have bright eyes.
Among them, the eyes of Lai, the first carpenter, became the brightest.
It seems to be a very easy thing to draw lines on a tree trunk or a wooden board with a ruler made of wooden boards. In fact, it is not as easy as imagined, especially when drawing on a round wooden pillar.
Wire.
Because except for a few pieces of wood, most of the wood is not very smooth and smooth.
The most common thing is that one end is big and the other is small. It is not uncommon for wooden pillars to be bent and have some knots on them.
The ruler made of wooden boards is hard. When encountering such uneven situations, it will be raised up and difficult to fix. Moreover, sometimes, the charcoal pencil is too short and the gap between the ruler and the wooden post below is too large.
It's so big that you can't even rely on a ruler.
Under such circumstances, even an old carpenter like Lai will inevitably make some mistakes sometimes, let alone the rest of the people.
As for the soft hemp rope, there is no need to worry about this at all. Those uneven areas can also be marked with ink lines.
Two points determine a straight line. As long as the marks drawn on both ends are correct, after fixing the two ends of the hemp rope, pull it up and release it, a straight line will appear, and it cannot be twisted even if you want to.
Such a problem has now been solved by Shenzi with such a simple method. Using ink thread not only draws straight lines, it is also very simple and easy to operate, and the speed is also very fast.
A line can be drawn with just a snap of the fingers, which is much faster than holding a ruler and a charcoal pencil in one hand.
"Son of God, I...I'll try..."
Seeing that three straight lines had been popped out of the wooden pillar, Ling, the first carpenter, finally couldn't help it anymore, rubbed his hands, and said to Han Cheng excitedly.
I was so excited that I even stuttered when I spoke.
Han Cheng smiled and handed the twine in his hand to Lai, and asked Lai, Mao Er, a young carpenter apprentice, and Lai, a master craftsman, to play with the ink thread.
"Amazing! It's so amazing!"
After imitating Han Cheng and the little apprentice's cat ears, after popping up several ink lines in succession, Ling, the first carpenter, looked at the ink-dyed hemp thread and those neat and straight lines, and couldn't help but praise him repeatedly.
Such simple materials and methods can have such a good effect. This is really amazing. The Son of God is worthy of being the Son of God!
While Ling was praising him repeatedly, several other people who were learning carpentry couldn't bear it anymore and tried this convenient and quick marking method. Everyone looked surprised and praised, as if they had eaten Xuanmai.
, can't stop at all.
And Mao Er, who was embarrassed by the small line and shed tears before, no longer shed tears at this time. He was holding the other end of the twine, and he seemed to have become a master-like existence, with that feeling in his heart.
Not to mention the beautiful feeling.
After doing this for a while, Mao Er looked at the ink line in his hand, and then looked at Shen Zi who was standing aside with a smile on his face. His heart felt warm, and at the same time, something else was echoing inside.
It was the Son of God who pointed out a way for him when he was in the most difficult time, allowing him to get out of his previous predicament and taste something he had never tasted before.
It feels so good to feel proud and proud no longer being blamed!
This little apprentice, who is not considered smart, or can be called a bit stupid, is holding the ink thread in his hand. While he is excited, he is also secretly determined to learn the craft well.
In life, the words and deeds of parents, elders, teachers and other people have a great impact on children.
Especially for children who have never succeeded and have lived without a sense of accomplishment, it is very necessary to succeed in some aspects and gain a sense of accomplishment under the guidance of family members or teachers.
Because this sense of accomplishment that they have never experienced before is likely to have a great impact on them and become a beacon and a source of strength for their future growth.
Han Cheng saw Mao Er's secretly clenched fists and those sparkling eyes, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He smiled and nodded vigorously to him, then clenched his right hand and beat his chest vigorously.
Beat the cat's ears to express encouragement and recognition for the cat's ears.
After seeing this scene, Mao Er hesitated for a while, then nodded vigorously at Han Cheng, took up his not yet fully grown right fist, and beat his thin chest loudly.
Looking at Mao Er, who was beating his chest with a determined look on his face, Lame was temporarily absent-minded.
Because through Mao Er, he suddenly remembered that the Son of God had just come over and took him to break the ice and catch fish.
It was also from that time that the lame self began to slowly get rid of his status as a burden to the tribe.
The myself holding the biggest fish given to me by the leader with tears streaming down my face looked so similar to the still minor Mao Er in front of me!
The Son of God is like this, he is like a ray of light, always able to make useless people like them live a different life.
"Son of God!"
Recalling the past, Lame, with red eyes, suddenly bowed and bowed respectfully to Han Cheng. His voice was not loud, but he showed great respect.
"Son of God!"
I don't know if it was because I hit my chest so hard that it hurt a little. The cat ears that made the eye circles a little red also imitated the limp look and bowed to Han Cheng and saluted respectfully.
The voice that still seemed a little immature was also full of reverence.
Several other carpenters felt something, and they all imitated lameness and cat-eared manners and bowed respectfully to Han Cheng.
Han Cheng looked at these people who were bending down to salute him and couldn't help but sniff. This was just a matter of his job. As for making it so sensational?
Seeing this situation, Han Cheng just wanted to say one thing - with a little effort, there is actually a lot we can do...
"This is just the simplest thing. For ease of use, you can also carve two square buckets out of wood, one big and one small, and fix them together on a long flat wooden board.
The board doesn't need to be too big, just about 14 to 5 centimeters long and about 5 centimeters wide.
There are two wooden buckets with the larger one in the back and the smaller one in the front.
Then, in the middle of the big bucket, drill a hole horizontally, flush with the opposite side, and then get a copper handle made of a small copper stick that is bent at one end like a rocker. From the two opposite holes,
Pass it through and secure it.
Then wrap a roll of twine around the part of the copper rod in the wooden bucket, and then pass the outermost thread of the twine through the hole in the front of the big wooden bucket.
The small wooden bucket in front also needs to be drilled with holes, but the two corresponding holes are drilled vertically and are in line with the hole in the big wooden bucket where the rope is passed.
The ends of the twine pulled out from the big wooden bucket pass through the two corresponding holes in the small wooden bucket.
After pulling it out, tie a small copper hook on this end of the twine, put some torn rags in the small wooden bucket, and pour ink into it.
When using it, pull the small copper hook to pull the twine. The entangled twine will rotate and loosen. When passing the small ink fountain with ink in front, the twine will be soaked with ink...
When not in use, just shake the copper handle on the big ink fountain to completely retract the pulled out thread..."
After letting a few people stand up, Han Cheng began to explain to them the ink fountain that he suddenly remembered, a tool that carpenters cannot live without.
The structure of the ink pipe is not complicated. Just listening to Han Cheng's dictation at this time, Lai basically sketched in his mind the appearance of the ink pipe that he had never seen before.
Looking at the piece of dried and ink-stained twine, and then carefully imagining the thing called the ink bucket that Han Cheng just mentioned, the first carpenter of the Qingque tribe became more and more excited. Later, he couldn't help it.
He saluted Han Cheng again and praised the Son of God. He had done this three times in the past few days.
After giving the gift, I couldn't wait to make the ink fountain.
Several other carpenters were also extremely excited and wanted to follow him to see how Master Lai made this magical-sounding ink fountain.
Cat ears are no exception.
However, after he followed a few people and walked a few steps into the carpenter's room, he thought about it and stopped again. He stood there for a while, then picked up a bronze ax from the side, found a piece of scrap material, and put it on the ground.
On the wooden board, he began to chop with an axe.
After a few chops, he would stop. After looking at the wood and remembering his shortcomings, he continued to chop with the ax, looking very serious.
There is a saying in Han Cheng's hometown, "It takes three years for an ax and two years for an adze, and one morning for a big saw." It talks about the difficulty of mastering several tools used by carpenters.
Among them, the most common tool, the ax, is the most difficult to master.
This is why most carpenters start by sawing and splitting wooden boards when they first learn to work.
Han Cheng, who walked into the carpenter's room with Lame and the others, saw through the window Mao Er squatting in the yard with a serious look on his face, chopping up scraps with an axe, and the smile on his face became even stronger.
When a person gains energy and no longer wants to continue doing nothing but wants to make something in some aspects, the whole person will become different.
The structure of the ink fountain is not complicated, and the required materials are not difficult to find. In addition, it is small in size, and Han Cheng, who used to pull ropes to bounce threads on wood when he was a child, is providing some guidance and corrections on the side. The two
Hours of time were of no use, a brand new thing that should not have appeared in this era appeared.
Fortunately, this is a historical sky. If it were a world of gods, Buddhas and monsters, a time traveler like Han Cheng who always goes out to get things that do not belong to this era would have a high chance of being attacked and killed by the children of the plane...
However, when Han Cheng remembered that at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Wang Mang, who looked very much like a time traveler, was defeated by a meteorite summoned by Liu Xiu, a very outstanding great mage, who was very much like a time traveler. He felt a little uneasy.
Who says that in the world of history, there is no such thing as a son of a plane who combines the synergy of heaven and earth from time to time and gathers thousands of destinies into one body?
This sudden thought made Han Cheng shrink his neck and couldn't help but keep looking up, for fear that at some moment, under the summons of the son of the plane of this era, a meteorite would fall from the sky and hit him badly.
.
I watched this several times in a row and saw that the sky was cloudless and blue, and then I slowly calmed down.
At this time, Lame had already begun to pour the ground ink into the small ink fountain in front.
The rags stuffed into the small ink fountain filled the ink, and all the ink poured into it was absorbed.
In this way, the evaporation of the ink can be slowed down, and even if the ink fountain is accidentally knocked over, the ink will not flow out and contaminate things.
At Han Cheng's signal, Lai looked a little excited and hooked the small copper hook tied with hemp thread on one side of the ink fountain to the edge of a piece of wood, and then stepped back with the ink fountain in his hand.
As the pulling force increases and the copper handle rotates, the twine wrapped around the copper handle is spread out in circles. After passing through the wooden bucket filled with ink in front, the twine is also filled with ink.
Dyed black.
He limply came to the side of the wooden pillar that was placed flat, pressed the copper handle with his left thumb holding the ink fountain to prevent it from loosening the thread, and then bent down to align the line at this end with the mark that had been carved before,
He stretched out his other hand, picked up the rope, pulled it up and released it. With a slight sound, the rope bounced on the wooden pillar, and a clear straight line appeared.
If the copper hook at the top of the ink fountain rope is made well, one person can complete the work of springing the thread.
Although not long ago, several people had seen the thread flicking with twine, but at this time, seeing the newly made ink fountain of Lai Yong, one person completed the thread flicking work, and the result was that the junior carpenter was watching from the side.
, all of them still showed expressions of surprise and eagerness to try.
Seeing the lame holding the ink fountain and the happy faces of the other carpenters, Han Cheng couldn't help but touch his head, wishing he had thought of something like the ink fountain earlier.
In this way, they can improve their work efficiency earlier.
Thinking like this, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
In later generations, he had seen a lot of things, many of which had been sealed in his memory. If he didn't encounter a certain opportunity, it would be impossible to think of them abruptly...
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