Chapter 813 Pretend to be a new boss (three in one)
"Son of God, keep blowing, keep blowing!"
Just after dinner the next day, everyone gathered around eagerly, looking at Han Cheng with bright eyes.
Music has no national boundaries and does not distinguish between eras. Especially music that can be widely circulated and sung forever has its own merits.
Of course, race is not easy to cross, otherwise there would be no such thing as playing the piano against a cow.
People in the Qingque tribe who have never heard of the flute heard Han Cheng's song "Farewell" last night as if they were in the clouds. The feeling was so wonderful.
Although I can't express it in words, I can truly feel the beauty of music.
So just after dinner today, everyone could not wait to look at Han Cheng, expecting the respected Son of God to play another song for them.
Looking at the people who were looking at him with bright eyes, Han Cheng suddenly remembered that after dinner when he was a child, half the village gathered in the yard of a house and watched around a 14-inch black and white TV.
scene.
Unfortunately, now he is no longer one of the people watching TV, but has become the fourteen-inch black and white TV...
Of course Han Cheng would not dampen everyone's interest, so he took the bamboo flute again and played the song "Farewell" in front of everyone.
The sound of the flute sounded, and everyone fell silent instantly. Listening to the beautiful flute sound, and looking at the Son of God playing the flute under the cover of the bonfire, the eyes of many primitive women in the tribe were shining.
In the past, they thought that men who were strong and could get a lot of food were the most attractive, but now, looking at the Son of God playing the fife, their deep-rooted ideas were suddenly shaken.
Looking at the people who were looking at him with bright eyes, Han Cheng felt very useful.
Of course, if all these primitive women with stars in their eyes were replaced by girls from later generations, and he could gain such a large number of little fans all at once, Han Cheng would definitely be more useful, and he would be so happy that he could fly.
However, with his flute, which is not even considered third-rate, it would be good to play it in public in later generations without being stoned. It would be a fool's dream to hope to gain a lot of fans.
It seems that women in primitive times were easier to deceive!
"Son of God, you are still blowing! You are still blowing!"
After the song ended, and after a long period of silence, someone shouted with unfinished meaning. When someone took the lead, the rest of the people came to their senses and started shouting along with them.
They couldn't get enough of this beautiful flute sound.
When someone cheered like this, Han Cheng naturally wouldn't refuse. He put the flute to his mouth and the melody of "Farewell" flowed out again. The crowd was instantly quiet and intoxicated...
"Son of God, you are still blowing! You are still blowing!"
It's late at night, and people who usually go to bed very early are still full of energy at this time and don't want to fall asleep. They can't get enough of this beautiful flute.
"Sleep! Stop blowing!"
When Han Da Shenzi spoke, the voices of everyone's desires and dissatisfaction were immediately suppressed.
This cannot be blamed on Han Cheng. Anyone who played "Farewell" more than ten times in a row would have their lips almost bald and their brains deprived of oxygen. These guys were still shouting for one more time without any response.
How much better than Han Cheng.
Of course, these guys can talk a lot after buying tickets, and Han Cheng is willing to come again a few times. The key is that there are no tickets, and there are so many requirements. How can this make sense?
As a result, everyone was suppressed by Han Da Shenzi.
"Sleep well tonight, work hard tomorrow, and I will play for everyone tomorrow night."
As soon as Han Cheng said these words, everyone who was a little depressed just now suddenly came back to life with full health.
Han Cheng touched his numb lips and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sometimes having too much of it may not necessarily be a good thing.
Alas, there is no way, this is the trouble of being too good...
"Ke~ke~ke~..."
In the chicken pen of the Qingque Tribe, there were chickens squawking in fear. However, no matter how frightened they were, they could not escape the murderous hands of Han Da Shenzi.
Han Cheng held the wings of a rooster and pulled off three or four feathers from the top before letting it go. Then he caught another unlucky guy and continued to pluck it out.
At this time, Han Cheng seemed to have some of the spirit of the shaman when he was making brushes, and he had the tendency to turn into a hair-plucking maniac.
Fortunately, he only targeted poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese, and did not attack the rest.
After some moaning of chickens, ducks and geese, Han Cheng left here with a full harvest.
Watching the two-legged beast leave, the poultry of the Qingque Tribe slowly calmed down.
Han Cheng stuffed four chicken wings into a thin bamboo tube about three to four centimeters long. After stuffing it, he got some gum to stick it firmly, and then pressed it together with the thin bamboo tube to a diameter of
The middle position of a circular copper piece about three centimeters.
After it was firm, Han Cheng threw the simplified version of the shuttlecock into the air, and then the shuttlecock fell down with the feathers facing up and the copper pieces facing down.
After seeing that it was quite successful, Han Chenggong picked it up from the ground and threw it in the air again.
But this time, he didn't let it fall to the ground. Instead, when it fell, Han Cheng stretched out his foot to catch it and kicked it upwards again.
Shuttlecock kicking is not Han Cheng's strong point, but he couldn't catch it after two kicks.
"Brother Cheng, what is this?"
Because little Xing'er was born not long ago, Bai Xuemei, the mother-in-law, needs more care and attention. In addition, she can't raise silkworms now, so Bai Xuemei lives a relatively leisurely life. Her favorite thing to do is cuddle.
He led Xiao Xing'er and Xiao Wandou behind Han Cheng, like a little tail.
At this time, he saw Han Cheng doing strange things towards this thing he had never seen before, so he asked curiously.
"This is a shuttlecock, which is kicked with your feet. If you kick it more, it can strengthen your body.
When the sports games are held in the winter, shuttlecock kicking will be set up as a special event, and women will compete among themselves, and whoever kicks the most will get a reward."
Han Cheng explained to Bai Xuemei with a smile.
Then he kicked twice more, successfully increasing the number of kicks from two to three. Han Cheng felt a little proud. This improvement was so obvious! In just a while, it increased by three-thirds.
One!
"You come and kick."
Han Cheng smiled and said to Bai Xuemei, who was holding little Xing'er.
"Brother Cheng, I don't know how."
Bai Xuemei shook her head. This was the first time she had seen this shuttlecock and this novel way of playing, so naturally she didn't know how to play it.
"It's okay, it's very easy, you can do it just by kicking."
Han Cheng took little Xing'er from Bai Xuemei's arms and said to Bai Xuemei with a smile.
He gave persuasion as someone who had come here, as if a veteran was giving guidance to a newbie.
"When you kick, try to keep your feet as flat as possible and don't use too much force. As long as you pay more attention, you can reach my level."
"Uh-huh."
Bai Xuemei nodded obediently, with the nervousness, novelty and apprehension unique to a novice.
After Han Dashenzi taught a few more words and imparted his experience, Bai Xuemei, who was a little cautious and anxious, threw the shuttlecock into the air.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah..."
Seeing the feather shuttlecock flying up and down on Bai Xuemei's feet, Han Cheng's face was twitching. Does he need such strength to slap him in the face? He is obviously a big boss, but he insists on pretending to be a newbie here. It's really a slap in the face like this.
Is it good?......
"Brother Cheng, your teaching methods are so good!"
Bai Xuemei, who kicked the shuttlecock twelve times in a row for the first time, looked at Han Cheng and said with admiration.
Even though Han Cheng was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but blush at this moment.
"Hey, Brother Cheng, what's wrong with your face? Why is it so red?"
Looking at Bai Xuemei's innocent look, Han Cheng suddenly felt the urge to run away...
The emergence of shuttlecocks soon set off a craze in the tribe. The primitive women who had few recreational activities were so happy after getting these feather shuttlecocks that they wanted to take them out and kick them twice.
foot.
He has the demeanor of those people in later generations who "keep their cards close to their chest and catch whoever they want."
Of course, if the shuttlecock alone is not enough to make these primitive women in the tribe so obsessed with it, but if the shuttlecock and the horn comb are linked together, such a trend can be set off in the tribe.
It feels strange.
The horn comb is different from the ordinary wooden comb. The horn comb is not only comfortable to use, but also looks very beautiful. It is the thing that can most impress the hearts of tribal women.
If you use something like this as a reward for the top three shuttlecock kickers in the winter sports games, you don't have to worry about these women not being moved by it.
The horn combs obtained through competitions are different from other things. The horn combs obtained through competitions are awarded to individuals and no longer belong to the public.
After years of continuous development and the gradual enrichment of tribal materials, everyone has slowly developed some private ideas and can distinguish between their own and public ownership.
"哐~"
Next to the furnace where white smoke was emitting, Hei Wa was holding a gong hung with a rope in his hand. He was holding a gong hammer wrapped in cloth in his other hand and struck the gong in the middle.
After the gong is struck, the surface of the gong vibrates and makes a sound.
The sound is louder than what was cast before, but it is still far from the effect that the Son of God described.
This made Hei Wa very distressed. He had already made the mold very carefully and had made the gaps between the molds as thin as he could by hand. However, the effect of the cast gong was still not ideal.
.
In the past, he always wanted to do more challenging things, but now Heiwa suddenly regretted it, because the challenge of this gong was really too great!
He has racked his brains, but still can't come up with a gong that works well.
Moreover, the weather is getting colder and colder now, and heavy snow may fall at some point.
Time is so tight that Hei Wa cannot help but not be anxious.
"Put this gong in the forging furnace and burn it vigorously with fire. After it is hot, use a hammer to hammer the protruding disc in the middle to make it thinner."
Han Cheng came over and understood the difficulties Hei Wa encountered. He took the unsuccessful gong in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, then spoke to the second senior brother beside him.
Copper cannot be forged repeatedly like iron, but there is no problem if the thick part is heated and then hammered thin.
Han Cheng's most direct contact with Tongluo was when he was a child, he went on patrol with his cousin next door who was more than ten years older than him, and a nephew who was five or six years older than him.
In those two years, cattle thieves were very rampant. Han Cheng's village alone lost three cattle in one year, and the nearby villages also lost some more or less.
So each village began to organize people to patrol and watch at night.
There are three families in a group, and at least one person from each family is dispatched. They are divided into two groups a night, one group is responsible for the first half of the night, and the other group is responsible for the second half of the night.
The three of them were carrying a gong, and when they were leaving the house, my mother told them over and over again that when they encountered a thief, they should bang the gong in their hands as hard as they could, but never go towards the thief...
Of course, after patrolling the village for more than a year, not a single thief was found.
However, the experience at that time was not in vain. At least when making the gong at this time, he would not be as blind as he was when making the oil press. He could only continue to explore step by step.
So after watching it and comparing it with the gong in his memory, he was able to roughly identify the problem and give some solutions.
Gongs and leather drums actually have something in common. They both produce sound through the rapid vibration of the drum surface after being struck.
Now that the surface of the gong is made too thick, the tremor is affected, and the sound will naturally not be too loud.
Of course, in addition to the vibration of the drum surface, another major reason for the loud sound of the drum is that the hollow drum barrel below plays a certain sound amplification effect.
After listening to Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother immediately started to get busy. He put away the forging stove that had been idle for a long time and was used to get some iron from the iron bacteria.
After putting the best charcoal inside, he lit the fire and started burning. Heiwa, who couldn't think of any other way, squatted there very consciously, pressing the hand-drill blower repeatedly to continuously send air into the stove.
Raising the temperature of the furnace, he really wanted to see the gong being repaired.
After most of the charcoal was burned, the gong with the rope untied was put into the furnace. After burning for a while, the second brother used a long-handled bronze pliers to take it out of the furnace and lay it flat.
On a bronze ingot with a flat surface, he held a bronze hammer and struck the protruding part in the center of the gong that looked like a bull's-eye.
As the bronze hammer continued to fall, it gradually became thinner.
Practice makes perfect, and the second senior brother is the one who has done most of this work in the tribe, so his skills are quite good.
At the beginning, smash it with great force. After the smashing is almost done, you will slow down the force and eliminate as many marks as possible to make it flat.
"Bang!"
After a lot of careful processing, the gong was finally finished. After tying the rope, Han Cheng took the gong hammer and swung it himself. A sound that was much louder than before spread out.
There is no memory of the sound of gongs from later generations, but it is enough to make do.
Hei Wa's troubles were all gone, and his eyes became brighter. It turns out that in addition to casting, the cast utensils can also be rested in this way!
The weather is getting colder and colder. Although the heavy snow has not fallen yet, people can really feel that winter has really arrived.
The cold wind howled by, causing yellow leaves all over the sky to fall one after another, and the weeds were bent down by the blow.
In such weather, the future Wild Duck Inn was filled with cheers.
People from the Feng Tribe and Linfeng Tribe, headed by the old primitive people, and people from the Qingque Tribe's road construction team, headed by Gu, met here and successfully merged.
They held their hands tightly together and laughed excitedly. After more than half a year and shedding countless sweats, they finally built the road before the snow fell!
Although there are still many places where the bridges mentioned by the Son of God need to be built, it is undeniable that the main body of this road has been built by them!
After the road construction teams from both sides consolidated the last bit of the road surface together, they held each other's hands tightly.
At this time, they are no longer members of any tribe, but a group of people working together for the same goal!
"Let's go, the road has been repaired, now you can walk along this road and go to the main tribe!"
Shitou extended the invitation to these people with a smile on his face.
More than half a year of being exposed to the wind and sun, being away from the tribe and determining the road here alone, plus teaching the minors of the two tribes to learn Mandarin and Chinese characters, made the stone much darker and stronger, and at the same time there were more
Calmness and confidence.
Some roads can only be walked by one person. After walking this road, the whole person will gain something more or less and become different from before. This is growth.
After spending more than half a year with the people of the two tribes day and night, Shitou already has some different feelings for the people of the two tribes, and he also knows the wishes of these people very clearly, and understands a big reason for their efforts to build roads.
The reason is that after the road is built, I want to visit my own large tribe.
Now that the road has finally been built, Shitou immediately brought up the matter amidst the cheers of everyone.
After Shitou's invitation was sent out, the place was quiet, and then more enthusiastic cheers broke out. The minors of the two tribes jumped up and down excitedly, with joy and longing in their hearts and eyes.
The adults of both tribes were also very happy.
After waiting for such a long time, now they have finally completed the road construction and can go to this large tribe of kind tribes and meet the kind son of God!
However, after such joy lasted for a while, someone stepped forward and poured cold water on it.
The people who poured cold water on it were the old primitive people of the Wind Tribe.
Like the rest of the people, he was also very eager to visit the large tribe of kind tribes. However, when he saw the many fallen leaves falling in the wind and the weeds bent by the wind, he felt increasingly cold.
After the temperature dropped, I suppressed this thought.
The weather is getting colder and colder, winter has arrived, and heavy snow may fall at any time.
They had no time to delay any longer.
Although Shenzi had previously thought of a way for him and others to continue living in a kind-hearted tribe during the winter, but before doing this, they needed to go back to their own tribe and put this together.
For more than half a year, the salt and other things received from the kind-hearted Qingque tribe were transported back to the tribe. The people who stayed in the tribe were in great need of these things.
Moreover, they need to go back and tell the people in the tribe that they continue to work in the kind-hearted tribe during the winter, otherwise the people in the tribe will be worried.
All of this needs to be done before it snows, otherwise things will become uncomfortable.
Whether it was snowing heavily before they returned to the tribe, or whether it was snowing heavily after they returned to the tribe, it was a worrying thing.
Although the old primitive man also wanted to visit the kind-hearted Qingque Lord tribe, after thinking of this, the old primitive man could only put it down temporarily, because compared with this matter, it was too difficult to get there before the heavy snow fell.
It is more important to arrange things well and then bring these people back to the kind-hearted Qingque tribe.
Because if something goes wrong, I and others will have to spend the winter in my own tribe, and it will take a long time before I can come to the kind tribe again and meet these kind people.
It is true that people become better with age, especially in this era where there are not many channels for acquiring knowledge and experience, and more emphasis is placed on acquiring various knowledge based on one's own experience. Older people are generally better than their younger counterparts.
Small people are smarter.
So while everyone was rejoicing about going to the Qingque Lord Tribe, the old primitive people of the Wind Tribe thought of these more profound things.
After this meaning was expressed, the cheering people immediately stopped cheering.
They thought carefully about what the old primitive man said, and felt that it was very reasonable. In order to spend this winter in the kind-hearted Qingque tribe, what they needed to do most at this time was to quickly return to their own tribe, and then rush to
The kind-hearted Qingque tribe rushed.
However, understanding is understanding, but feeling uncomfortable is also unavoidable. After all, they have been looking forward to this for so long and finally it can come true, but something like this happened again.
After understanding everyone's concerns, Shitou laughed. Not only Shitou, but also the rest of the Qingque tribe who understood the concerns of the old primitive people and others, also showed kind smiles.
If the old primitive people were worried about other things, they might not be able to help, but now, for them, who took advantage of the heavy snow last winter to wipe out the semi-agricultural tribe, this is really not a problem.
"You can still walk even if there is snow. We have a way..."
Shitou smiled and explained to the old primitive people. As Shitou told the story, the people of the two tribes who were originally depressed gradually showed joy...
