Chapter 812 God's Assist from the Old Primitives (Three in One)
"Tell them that in winter, the road cannot be repaired, but our tribe still has work for them to do.
They can go to Copper Mountain to mine ore, and the treatment is the same as now. We provide meals and they mine. After completing a certain amount of ore, they can exchange a certain amount of food, salt or pottery from our tribe just like building roads."
Han Cheng said to Mao with a smile.
Han Cheng had already made assumptions about the future of the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe.
The best result is to slowly assimilate and absorb.
If you can't assimilate them in a short time, then try every means to extend the time these people are in contact with your tribe, and continue to assimilate them. If you continue to assimilate them, one day they will be absorbed.
Moreover, in the process of assimilation, one's own tribe will not suffer any loss.
For example, Han Cheng is now talking about the method of trade.
This method had already been thought of by Han Cheng after he started thinking about the two tribes that collided with each other. It was just right to use it at this time.
Not only can these people continue to stay in their own tribes and accept the assimilation of their own tribes while working, but it can also take care of their feelings of being unable to break away from their old tribes for a while.
"After arriving at the Tongshan residential area, tell Junior Brother Sha that when these people start mining, we will build some dome houses for them to live in."
After Han Cheng thought for a while, he explained to Mao.
The reason for this explanation is that Han Cheng wanted to artificially establish some differences in the Tongshan residential area.
There are no windows in the dome-shaped semi-cave house, and because it is a semi-cave house, it is naturally not as comfortable to live in as a house completely on the ground like the Qingque Tribe.
What Han Cheng wants to take advantage of is this discomfort. The purpose is to make the people of the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribes feel some yearning in this gap.
If the living standards of those who are still working as 'employees' are directly raised to the same level as the citizens of the Qingque tribe, then it will become more difficult to absorb them as members of their own tribe.
The reason is very simple. When they are "hired workers", they are treated no differently from citizens. So why do they go one step further and become citizens of the Qingque Tribe? Isn't it good to continue to be hired workers?
Now these people have been living in the wild far away from their own tribes, and they have no idea about the semi-cave houses they live in now. But when they live in the Tongshan residential area, they will have houses like the Qingque tribe.
Comparison will gradually produce some different ideas.
It is true that without comparison, there is no harm. However, in addition to the harm, comparison will also make people become progressive and will not be content with the status quo.
When people go to higher places and see that there are better things around them and are sure that they can get these better things as long as they work hard, most people are still willing to work hard.
In addition to the houses you live in, there must be certain differences in the tools you use and the food you eat. This can better highlight the advantages of joining the Qingque Tribe and becoming a citizen of the Qingque Tribe...
After Han Cheng thought carefully, he told Mao some other things that needed attention.
In this way, the next day, the trade team that had just returned set off again, heading for the Tongshan residential area.
"Blue Bird Flag! Blue Bird Flag!"
The people of the two tribes who were building the road cheered again.
When the old primitive people saw the blue bird flag flying in the wind among the fallen leaves in the sky, and the smiling Mao under the blue bird flag, they immediately smiled, and their worries suddenly reduced a lot.
They returned so quickly and looked very happy. It is very likely that the wise Son of God came up with a solution to the current predicament!
Under the leadership of the old primitive man, everyone eagerly rushed towards Mao and the others.
"The Son of God thought of a way!"
Before the old primitive man and the others came over, the smiling Mao shouted loudly,
When these words were heard, everyone's worries, which were still on their minds, suddenly relaxed.
"Mao, please tell me what the Son of God can do!"
After the two parties came together, some people immediately started asking impatiently, and the rest of the people also looked at them eagerly, expecting to find out what the wise Son of God had come up with.
"The Son of God said that you can mine in winter..."
Mao didn't show any concern and just started talking with a smile.
After Mao General Han Cheng finished telling him the method, there was a cheer containing excitement and joy, which was even more exciting than when Mao and the others came with the sheep and fruit candies not long ago.
This excitement lasted until Trade and Shang left here with the people of the trade team and headed for the Tongshan residential area.
The Son of God is so wise! He is so kind!
You can think of such a good idea!
In order to let myself and others know this method earlier and feel relieved earlier, they were sent out by the Son of God as soon as they returned to the tribe.
As night fell, lying in the semi-cave house with a dome, the old primitive man of the Wind Tribe thought excitedly, and his respect for the Son of God reached a new level.
His reverence for Han Cheng was not only due to these reasons, but also a more important factor, which was that the old primitive people believed that Han Cheng suffered a big loss by making such a decision.
"Because we wanted to stay, Shenzi came up with this method. Although this method is good, Shenzi and the others will lose a lot of things because of these things.
Salt, pottery, and food are all extremely precious. In order to solve our difficulties, there is no one else but the Son of God and this kind tribe who is willing to sacrifice so much!
We must keep this in mind!"
The excited old primitive people used language mixed with Mandarin and some gestures to convey this meaning to their tribe and the people of the Linfeng tribe.
Originally, most people only felt the care from the Son of God at a relatively shallow level.
Now that they were so excited by the old primitive man's expression, everyone thought along the old primitive man's train of thought, and immediately felt that what the old primitive man said was very right, and at the same time they also felt the deeper care and love of the Son of God.
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The old primitive man was very right. Besides the Son of God, who else was so kind to them?
Thinking of this, someone in the darkness suddenly couldn't help but shed tears.
Some minors even sobbed and cried.
Crying is also an emotion that can contaminate each other. Many other people who were already emotionally aroused by the crying could not help crying. The old primitive people also wiped away their tears.
So, later on, this temporary work shed was filled with cries. I don't know, people thought that something heartbreaking had happened.
The crying continued for a while before gradually getting smaller and disappearing.
The old primitive man wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and a smile appeared on his face still stained with tears.
He closed his eyes and was no longer so worried that he couldn't sleep like he had been the previous nights.
At this moment, he felt peaceful in his heart, and soon fell into sleep, snoring happily.
But even though he had fallen asleep, the faint smile on his face did not disappear...
"Wow~wow~"
"Alas~!"
The baby's loud cry echoed in the dark room, followed by a long, feeble sigh.
Then, amid the baby's cry, a rustling sound rang out in the room. A moment later, along with the sound of blowing, a red light lit up in the room, and then a faint flame rose.
Han Cheng took the fire folding piece and put it next to the bowl, lit the oil lamp, and the darkness in the room was dispelled.
The little girl was squeezing her eyes, opening her mouth and crying, and waved her tightly clenched fists from time to time.
Bai Xuemei was also awakened by the cry of the little girl. She was sitting on the kang and gently picked up the little girl.
The saying "girls have long ears" is true at all. Bai Xuemei, who had always been sleepy, became more alert when she went to bed at night after giving birth to her little girl.
With the help of Han Cheng, who looked a little sleepy, Bai Xuemei wiped the little girl's butt and put on a new, dry diaper. Then she lay on her side on the kang, took the little girl into her arms, and tried to coax the baby.
Sacred weapon, he hummed softly like "Oh~oh~" in his mouth, and patted the girl gently with his other hand.
After a while, little Xing'er's crying became softer and gradually stopped.
Han Cheng stretched his head to take a look and saw that the little girl had fallen asleep, so he blew out the lamp and lay down gently.
Taking care of a child is no easier than working! Being a wet nurse is not that easy.
Han Cheng, who had never had a good night's sleep since little Myolie was born, sighed with emotion.
At this time, Han Cheng still didn't know what happened to the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe because of the help of the old primitive man. If he knew, he would be so happy that he didn't know what to say. Where else could there be such a thing?
Kung Fu laments that it’s hard to be a daddy...
The next day Han Cheng got up, and after another family dispute, Han Cheng took a piece of paper and went to find Hei Wa.
Hei Wa is still there mixing the mud.
Most people will develop occupational diseases if they do something for a long time. For example, Hei Wa now feels uncomfortable if he doesn't touch the mud for a day.
However, it is precisely because of his occupational disease-like love that he is able to make pottery and clay-related molds so well.
"Son of God."
When Hei Wa saw Han Cheng coming, he raised his head and said hello with a smile. When he saw Han Cheng holding a piece of paper in his hand, Hei Wa immediately dropped the mud in his hand and didn't even wash his hands. He looked like this
He came over excitedly and glanced at the piece of paper in Han Cheng's hand.
When Han Cheng saw Hei Wa like this, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Don't look at it helplessly, this is a new thing that needs to be cast."
As he spoke, he unfolded the paper in his hand for Hei Wa to see.
After being pointed out by Han Cheng, Hei Wa just smiled, his eyes still staring at the paper he was opening in Han Cheng's hand, with a look of excitement on his face.
Now, this guy is just like Lame. He has almost reached the point where he is unable to live in a high position in the tribe. He is always thinking about coming up with something new and something that has never been done before. And in the tribe, the most creative person is the Son of God. From time to time,
You can come up with something that they can't remember at all and let them do it, so as soon as they see Han Cheng coming over with the drawings, whether they are lame or Heiwa, they will subconsciously get excited.
The paper was unfolded, and three round things were drawn on it.
One is placed flat, one is upright, and the other is displayed at the back.
These three pictures actually depict the same thing, which is a gong.
As the weather gets colder day by day, autumn becomes more and more intense, and winter approaches, Han Cheng begins to prepare for the Qingque Tribe's first Winter Games.
The gong is one of the things that needs to be prepared.
Just a drum, Han Cheng still felt that it was not lively enough and could not highlight the momentum of the sports meeting.
So he thought of the gong, which is as famous as the drum.
The roar of gongs and drums is not for nothing.
Moreover, after the gong is produced, it will not only be used in sports games, but can also be extended to the defense of the tribe.
With the construction of the outer wall of the tribe, the entire tribe has been greatly expanded. With the larger area, the wooden clappers are not enough.
After all, the clapper is made of wood. No matter how hard it is used and no matter how suitable the wood is, the sound it produces is limited, far less than that of a gong.
In addition to city defense, it can also be extended to the army later.
Beat the drums to march, and ring the gold to retreat. These are the two most simple and easy-to-understand orders.
After Han Cheng opened the drawing, Hei Wa stared at it without blinking. After he was satisfied with his eyesight, he quickly ran to the side to wash his hands.
He scrubbed his hands clean and wiped them dry on his clothes. Then he took the drawing from Han Cheng's hand and looked at it carefully, with a serious look on his face, immersed in it.
After a long time like this, Hei Wa moved his eyes away. Upon seeing this, Han Cheng began to explain to Hei Wa the function of the gong, how to use it, the desired effect, etc...
It would be impossible not to talk about these things. After all, what is drawn on the paper is just a pattern, not a real object. For Heiwa, who has never been exposed to such things as gongs before, it is very important to understand the functions of gongs.
It's necessary.
While Han Cheng and Hei Wa were talking, Hei Wa would occasionally ask questions about something they didn't understand. Han Cheng also explained it to Hei Wa in as much detail as possible based on his understanding of Tongluo.
After going on like this for a while, Hei Wa stopped asking and sat there without saying a word, thinking.
In the afternoon, Heiwa, who was deep in thought, began to stir, kneading clay by himself, and then making the gong mold...
Han Cheng quietly left the pottery workshop when Hei Wa began to meditate. He knew that he had basically finished the work on the gong, and the rest was Hei Wa's business.
Han Cheng was not idle either. After coming out of the pottery workshop, he found a small copper saw and took it to the bamboo pole forest.
Find suitable bamboo in the bamboo forest, and then cut it neatly from the root with a copper saw.
Originally, this was not a difficult task, but if there are two pandas around you who will hug your legs from time to time, then everything will be another story.
After a while, after being robbed of three bamboos, Han Cheng finally managed to escape from the bamboo forest with a bamboo that was a little thicker than his thumb.
After returning to the courtyard, use a copper saw to cut off a section of about 30 centimeters. First, use a tool to open up the bamboo joints inside and smooth them as flat as possible. Then, use a ruler to point them at the outside of the bamboo.
Click here, then find a small hand drill and start drilling at the top point.
However, before the hole was drilled, Han Chenggong stopped with a look of helplessness.
Bamboo is different from wood. The texture of bamboo is clearer. It is precisely because of this that bamboo can be broken into thin bamboo strips.
But now, it is this characteristic that has caused Han Cheng to run into trouble.
The trouble is that when drilling holes in bamboo, some tiny bamboo strips will inevitably lift up on the surface around the holes, making the bamboo uneven.
But the effect Han Cheng wanted to achieve was that the surrounding areas of the holes were flat, and the drilled holes looked like they were drilled in wood.
He changed two hand drills to the scrapped bamboo pipe, and after trying to drill several holes with the same result, Han Cheng gave up the idea of drilling a desired hole in the bamboo with a hand drill.
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After touching his chin and thinking for a while, Han Cheng found a copper stick of suitable thickness, lit a fire and heated it inside, then took it out and pressed it on the bamboo tube. At the same time, he pressed down with appropriate force and gently
Turn lightly.
When the hot copper rod came into contact with the bamboo, green smoke immediately rose. After a while, black powder overflowed from it, and the copper rod sank into the bamboo tube.
After a while, the temperature of the copper rod dropped and the progress slowed down. Han Chenggong put the copper rod back into the fire to burn. After it was heated, he took it out and pointed it at the small shallow pit on the bamboo tube that was burned out, and continued to repeat the previous actions.
After doing this three times, the bamboo was burned through. Han Cheng removed the copper rod, and a round hole appeared on the bamboo tube. The edge was smooth, unlike drilling by hand.
Han Cheng looked happy.
Immediately, I used a copper saw to cut off a piece of bamboo about 30 cm long, and opened the remaining two bamboo joints, leaving the one near the top of one end.
Then continue to use a ruler to make marks on it. After burning the copper rod red, burn holes one by one against the marks.
"Son of God, what is this?"
Wu didn't know when he came over and watched intently. It wasn't until Han Cheng had burned all the holes that he asked.
"This is a flute, a bamboo flute. It can play nice sounds."
Han Cheng found a piece of waste linen cloth, squatted there and carefully wiped the black dust at the entrance of the cave little by little. After hearing the witch's question, he answered aloud.
"What a nice sound? Is it better than my sister riding on the bow of a boat?"
Bai Xuemei, who was holding little Myolie in her arms, came over at some point. After hearing Han Cheng's words, she answered with curiosity.
Han Cheng's face twitched. This silly woman remembered that her sister was sitting on the bow of the boat.
"You will know after I blow it."
Han Cheng said with a smile. At the same time, he peeled off a thin film from the inside of a split bamboo, moistened it with a little water and put it on the second hole. In this way, a bamboo flute would be completely finished.
Already.
Han Cheng had one hand inside and one hand outside. He spread the fingers of both hands to press the remaining holes. He held the bamboo flute horizontally to his mouth, pinched his mouth slightly, and tried to blow air into the first hole.
When it comes to playing the flute, Han Cheng is also a dabbler, a kind of half-way monk.
The reason why I came into contact with this was because a guy in their search and rescue team liked to play the flute.
The time that touched Han Cheng the most was when they went on a mission together.
It was an evening, and the round and warm sun set on the top of the sand dune. There was yellow sand all around, and the sky and the earth seemed vast. A group of birds flew by in the sky. The guy took out his flute and put it across his mouth.
Facing the sand dunes and the setting sun, I sang "A Laugh from the Sea".
At that time, Han Chenggong was stunned by this guy's arrogance. In that situation, hearing such a piece of music was really touching. After that time, Han Chenggong became interested in learning the flute.
idea.
It's a pity that I haven't learned enough to be able to play the songs together. I only learned one "Farewell" and "A Laugh from the Sea". Before I had time to master the rest, I was relegated to the primitive society, so there will be fewer for future generations.
A flute player whose achievements are limitless.
After arriving here, he was busy with various things, and there was no one around him to show off his flute when he had nothing to do, so Han Cheng left it behind.
Now he started planning for the sports meeting, and he thought of musical instruments, and then he started to make the flute that he had lost for more than ten years.
Han Cheng is not a professional in making bamboo flutes, and Han Cheng is not a professional in playing flutes. When two unprofessionals come together, a miracle does not happen, and there is no positive effect.
Under the expectant gazes of Wu and Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng didn't even make a sound for the first time.
After trying it several times, I slowly found some feeling, and intermittent flute sounds began to sound when I moved my fingers lightly.
Wu's eyes lit up. It was really amazing. It was just a piece of bamboo with some holes drilled into it, but it could actually produce such a beautiful sound!
Bai Xuemei tilted her head and thought about it carefully, and felt that it was still not as good as "Sister Riding on the Bow"...
As night falls, the faint moonlight falls, the wind blows, and the bamboo shadows dance outside the window. Han Cheng stands in front of the window and his fingers are beating, and the song "Farewell" flows from his fingertips.
The sound of the flute echoed through the window in the courtyard under the moonlight. The already quiet courtyard became even quieter after such sounds came out.
Madoka, who was clinging to the witch, suddenly stopped moving. After listening quietly for a while, a quietly flowing river appeared in front of her eyes, with a few falling red leaves gradually moving away along with the river.
Bai Xuemei looked at the back of her brother Cheng, her eyes filled with little stars.
Han Cheng snorted arrogantly. He had already said that he would become a world-class flute player one day. That guy always laughed at himself for being too frivolous. What now? Isn't he already successful?
Standing at the top of the world?
And the bamboo flute used to play it was not very good.
The wind blew in from the window and stirred up the corners of Han Cheng's clothes, making him look even more coquettish.
This kind of coquettishness did not last long, because little Xing'er burst into tears.
Facing his daughter's cries, Han Cheng, who had been intoxicated with himself just now, suddenly lost his temper.
The destructive power of a daughter's cry is greater than that of a rogue suona in the musical instrument world.
