Under the extremely expectant gazes of the older primitive women, Mao, who was instructed by Han Cheng, brought a hook from a short distance away.
The middle part of the hook shoulder has become smooth and shiny due to frequent grinding on the shoulders and the back of the neck.
Looking at the smiling Mao and the flat, strange-looking stick he was holding in his hand, the older primitive women seemed very puzzled and felt confused.
They couldn't figure out how to use this strange stick to solve the difficulties they encountered.
This kind of stick is a little flatter, and there are two wooden hooks tied with ropes at both ends of the stick.
But even so, it can't solve the problems they encounter, right?
What they need to solve is how to transport as many things as possible at one time. Things like sticks cannot hold things...
Mao saw the confused looks on the older primitive women's eyes and couldn't help but smile to himself.
I feel extremely honored to have a son of God in my tribe.
He didn't explain anything to the older primitive women, because this matter was not easy to explain clearly.
Instead, they brought over the fish cages that the older primitive women used magically.
Then he started loading rice into the two fish cages padded with leather.
After filling, place the two fish cages separately, then pick up the hook and place it horizontally on your shoulders. Holding a hook in one hand, you skillfully hook the ropes on the mouths of the two fish cages respectively.
Then he straightened up, and the two fish cages filled with rice that were caught by the hooks and poles also lifted off the ground.
After doing this, Mao started to move around.
As Mao walked, the softer hooks and arms would jump up and down gently.
Mao's steps also follow this up and down rhythm, which looks very rhythmic.
Of course, this way of walking is not for the sake of looking good, but because it can save energy to the greatest extent.
After carrying it horizontally for a while, Mao switched it to his right shoulder and started walking on one shoulder, and the hook also changed from horizontal to vertical.
After walking around the yard for a while, Mao changed it to his left shoulder.
After Mao used hooks and poles to lift up the two fish cages filled with rice, the doubts of the older primitive women disappeared in an instant, and they were all filled with a feeling of sudden enlightenment.
While I felt suddenly enlightened, I also felt deeply in awe of the wisdom of everyone in the Qingque tribe.
It turns out that this is how this strange-looking stick is used!
It turns out that the solution to this problem is actually so simple!
Why didn't you think of such a simple method when you were waiting for someone?
With such a mood, the older primitive women followed Mao who was walking in circles carrying the millet on a hook, refusing to take their eyes away for a moment.
"You try."
Mao, who had already become familiar with the hook and load, showed off his proficient load-carrying skills in front of the older primitive women, then gently put down the load and smiled at the old man.
Some primitive women said.
While saying this, he pushed the hook holding the two fish cages towards the older primitive female.
The older primitive women naturally couldn't understand what Mao said, but they could understand Mao's movements.
So she took the burden from Mao's hands with a nervous and novel look, then imitated Mao's unfamiliar look and bent down to place the burden horizontally behind her neck, and then straightened up.
As she stood up, the two fish cages containing rice also lifted off the ground.
The older primitive woman was overjoyed to see such a scene.
What made her even more happy was yet to come. After standing there for a while carrying the load, she experienced firsthand the benefits of such a simple tool.
Using this tool, not only can a lot of things be transported at one time, but it is also very easy and is far less heavy than I thought before.
Carrying it on the shoulders, the weight of the millet contained in the two fish cages seems to be about the same as the weight of one fish cage when holding it with hands.
This came as a great surprise to the older primitive women.
The truth is actually very simple, that is, the strength of the arms is not as strong as the strength of the whole body.
Just like something of the same weight, it feels heavier when you carry it with your hands, but after you put it on your shoulders and carry it, you immediately feel very relaxed.
After standing here for a while and feeling the usefulness of this new tool, the older primitive woman began to move forward tentatively.
Then something happened that made her feel uncomfortable. It was very stable on Mao's shoulders, as if it was a burden growing on it. As she walked, it immediately began to sway back and forth uncontrollably, with a very large amplitude.
The older primitive woman was so big that she almost fell down, and some of the rice in the fish cage spilled out.
Such an unexpected thing made the older primitive woman stand there in a hurry, not daring to move around anymore, just like she saw an orange seller.
At the same time, he looked at Mao who was standing not far away with puzzled and panicked eyes, asking for help.
She really didn't understand why such a good thing couldn't be used when it got to her.
Mao is a warm-hearted person. After seeing the older primitive woman's look of help, he took the initiative to explain and taught her step by step how to carry the burden.
Han Cheng, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but sniff after seeing such a harmonious and beautiful scene.
Fortunately, this guy lives in this era, otherwise he would definitely be a model for helping widows carry water...
After completing the exchange and generally learning some techniques for carrying burdens, and becoming more familiar with the burdens, it was already getting late. The older primitive women and their group did not leave, but stayed here for one night.
, they were placed by Han Cheng in the slave cabin outside the inner courtyard.
The tribe where the older female primitives belong will, in addition to holding regular joyous gatherings and the like, also take some other actions when meeting other tribes, if time permits.
Therefore, the singing in the slave cabin was particularly loud that night.
Of course, before doing such a sacred thing, the people of the Qingque tribe first boiled water for the older primitive women and the others to take a bath.
The people of the Qingque tribe, under the leadership of Han Cheng, the Son of God, are very particular about hygiene.
Han Cheng naturally knew about this. He had been away from the tribe for such a long time. To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable. However, after carefully recalling the respectable appearance of the older female primitives and their group, the fire that had just been ignited was very clear.
It will turn off automatically soon...
Early the next morning, the older primitive women took the things they had exchanged, left Jinguan City, and returned along the way they came.
Among them, the older primitive woman and three other people each carried a hook on their shoulders that a kind-hearted Qingque tribe generously presented to them.
On the wooden hook of the hook, there are precious pottery tightly tied with thick straw ropes twisted from straw.
The older primitive women walked forward while looking back from time to time, looking a little reluctant to leave.
It is so comfortable to live here in the mysterious Qingque tribe. They are kind-hearted and have enough food to keep them full.
Before leaving, Mao used his own way to exchange some news with the older primitive women, about the exchange and the unknown tribe.
Compared with before, the communication between the two has become smoother and more understanding...
After the older primitive women and their group left, Han Cheng and others continued their previous work, and then opened up paddy fields to prepare for farming in the coming year.
After working here for a while with the shovel, Han Cheng straightened up, rested for a while holding the handle of the shovel with his hand, and looked towards the direction in which the older primitive women and others had left.
It was not that after the older primitive women and the others left, Han Cheng began to regret the reserved behavior he had made last night, but that he was thinking about the news about the unknown tribe that also had bronze and other things.
This time, the older primitive women did not bring news about that tribe because they had not encountered it at all.
The tribe they went to exchange with did not conduct exchanges recently.
Let's do this slowly.
After Han Cheng thought for a while, he regained his composure. Dangjie spit some saliva into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands together vigorously, then held the smooth wooden handle of the shovel and continued working.
The wooden handle was originally slippery and difficult to hold firmly. After encountering the spit, the friction immediately increased a lot, making it easier to use...
The weather is getting colder day by day, and the leaves of the apricot trees, peach trees and other fruit trees here have already withered away, leaving only the bare branches.
Looking around, only the bamboo forest and a dozen pine saplings transplanted from Tongfu Inn were still green, but the color of the leaves had also become darker.
Most of the fields developed around the tribe are bare. Only the fields planted with winter crops like rapeseed do not look so monotonous and desolate.
On the outskirts of the tribe, near the brick kiln, Hei Wa and some others stayed here.
These people are mainly people from pottery workshops.
In front of them, there was a kiln that was different from the brick kiln and had smaller specifications.
This kind of kiln with a simple structure is relatively common in the Qingque tribe, and the tribe basically uses this kind of kiln to make pottery.
Heiwa stretched out his hand and touched the kiln wall for a while without feeling any warmth. Then he took a small book and looked at the date written on it. After thinking about it, he decided to open the kiln.
He opened the kiln himself without letting others do it.
As the kiln was opened, fine dust surged up from inside. However, Hei Wa ignored the flying dust and immediately squinted his eyes to look inside the opened kiln.
White color leaked out from the open kiln door, and Hei Wa's heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
He took a deep breath to calm down his agitated mood a little. He reached out to the kiln entrance and felt the temperature again. There was no scorching air, but only a slightly higher temperature than outside.
Dangjie reached inside, touched the white utensil on the side, and took it out more carefully.
After Heiwa reached out and took it out, the people watching on the side all focused their attention on this utensil.
Including Wu and Senior Brother, the two giants of the Qingque tribe.
This is an ordinary bowl.
However, it is very different from the common bowls in the Qingque tribe. This bowl that Hei Wa just took out from the kiln is completely white, which makes it look extremely unique.
This is made of kaolin clay.
In fact, some of this kind of all-white utensils have appeared in the Qingque tribe.
Since the people of the Xi tribe accidentally ate kaolin, they were cured by the enthusiastic Tietou and other Qingque tribesmen using dung ladles and other things. They also learned from the wise Son of God that this white soil can be fired into pottery better than pottery.
After making more beautiful porcelain, Hei Wa, a guy who likes to make pottery, has already begun to try to use this white soil, which the Son of God calls kaolin, to bake porcelain.
Some of the white pottery currently owned by the tribe is a by-product of Hei Wa's exploration of firing porcelain during this period of time.
Holding this white utensil in his hand, Hei Wa's eyes immediately fell on it.
But soon, this look full of expectations turned into disappointment again, and the excitement turned into disappointment.
After looking at it for a while, he didn't give up, so he bent his fingers and played with the white bowl in his hand.
"When, when, when..."
As he moved, there was a sound of being bounced into the white bowl.
After hearing this voice, Hei Wa's disappointment became even more intense.
Because this bowl made of kaolin clay is no different from other utensils made of kaolin clay in the past. It is not only rougher, but also makes a dull sound when struck.
The pottery previously fired in the tribe will produce a sound similar to that of this white bowl when flicked with fingers or lightly tapped with other objects.
Before Shenzi left the tribe and went south to develop Jinguan City, he once told him that the surface of porcelain is not only smooth and delicate, but also very tough. If you flick it with your fingers or tap it lightly with other utensils, the sound it makes will be crisp and sweet.
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Now, when the bowl was fired from kaolin again, it failed to achieve the appearance described by the Son of God. In other words, this time the firing failed again.
What I fired using kaolin clay was not porcelain, but white pottery.
Placing the white pottery bowl on the ground, Heiwa then took out the fired utensils from the kiln.
After a while, all the fifteen white utensils placed in the smaller kiln were taken out...
