From Chief to Ball

All she can do is to keep the clansmen alive. The clansmen may not understand all this, but she has been fighting for it.Whether it is to slow down the spinning speed of the clansmen with him or something else, it is to make the clansmen live a little better.If a plague strikes and all the clansmen die, what's the point of that stone still standing by the river?

Everything she has seen these days has worn away her will.

Chen Jian didn't want to be so troublesome. He thought that he had drawn a big pie, and these people would at least accept their heads and prayed to the mountain for long live. He didn't expect this woman to stand up and say this.

"Do you remember your tribe?"

"I don't remember. We may be like dung beetles, rolling dung balls. I used to think that rolling dung balls is the best. If we are the strongest, we will let wolves, tigers, leopards, eagles, eagles, ibis and cranes roll dung balls. But we can't beat others, and we are not allowed to roll dung balls, let alone let others roll dung balls."

Chen Jian reacted for a long time, and probably understood what it meant.There are many metonyms and metaphors in the original language, because the vocabulary is not rich, and when encountering abstract things, they will use real things as metaphors. This is a stage that language must go through. I can draw a nose, because the clansmen have the habit of pointing at their noses and talking about themselves. This is a kind of mediocrity.

Probably the dung ball this woman is talking about should refer to their civilization and way of life. Whether it is sacrifices, [-]-based mathematics, or language, they are all dung balls she is talking about.

Chen Jian said with a smile: "A dung beetle that doesn't roll dung balls is still a dung beetle? Just like the wolf cubs we raise, they eat acorns, so they don't need to eat meat. Are they still wolves?"

"But rolling dung balls will hit the cane and die. Even a falcon, rolling dung balls since childhood, will think that it is a dung beetle."

Chen Jian shook his head, he did not agree with these words.

This kind of abstract concept made the woman say it strangely. Chen Jian felt that the real dung beetle was one that looked like a dung beetle and rolled dung balls.Falcons that roll dung balls are not dung beetles, and those that don’t roll dung balls and look the same as dung beetles are not dung beetles.

It's just that it's very interesting to hear this metaphor from this woman in this era.

The woman kept staring at Chen Jian, hoping that he would make a promise to her people. Before speaking, she thought that she might be killed, but she still stood up and said these words.Promises are earned, fear of death will not get anything.

She knew that there was no hope for herself and those adults, but she hoped that the child who had asked her would survive, and she said that she would protect that child from the cane.Wolf cubs can be raised and forget to prey, why can't humans?

She felt that she was very smart, what she said was very reasonable, and she even felt that if she had, she would definitely believe it.

As for the choice, as long as you are alive, is it important to roll a dung ball?

However, she felt that Chen Jian didn't seem to believe these things, and he smiled strangely, as if mocking, because Chen Jian felt that rolling dung balls was very important, very important.

She mustered up her courage, stretched out her hands and said, "Please, we have forgotten our language, even the red fish is gone, even if we remember, the children will not remember, when they grow up will be the same as you."

Chen Jian glanced at it and said, "Why?"

The woman gritted her teeth and said: "I spin the thread very fast, but I have been spinning very slowly. We can live for dozens of months, and I can spin a lot of threads in dozens of months. As long as you engrave it on the clay tablet, Let us spin a lot of thread, the children can be like people outside the village, we can spin very fast, and still eat the same amount of food.”

The people behind were taken aback. They didn't know why she said this, but Chen Jian waved his hand and said, "Bring a spinning wheel. How much thread could this woman spin every day?"

"Not much, she is the slowest spinner. So she has been slacking off. We should whip her with a cane." A cousin gave the woman a vicious look.

After a while, a simple pottery spinning wheel and a pile of hemp fibers were thrown in front of the woman.It was cold outside, and after standing for so long, her hands were already a little stiff from the cold, and there was no fur on her body, only a layer of hay.

She rubbed her hands vigorously, even ignoring the biting cold, she stuffed her hands into her bosom, and warmed her fingers with the remaining warmth of her body, a layer of trembling shuddered in her bosom.

When her fingers could curl up freely, she knelt on the ground, skillfully twisted the twine into one strand, wrapped it around the wooden stick extending from the small wheel, and grabbed a bunch of twine.

The left hand shook the large pottery wheel quickly, and quickly drove the small pottery wheel to rotate. The right hand held the hemp ball, carefully controlling the length, for fear of accidentally breaking it.

After turning for a while, he stopped and rewound the twine that had protruded from the wooden stick, and started the reciprocation again.

Her eyes were only on the hemp thread and the spinning wheel, and she didn't notice the surprised expression of the woman next to her. The speed of spinning was really fast, and even some people who spun fast on weekdays couldn't compare with her.

Many small tricks made some people suddenly enlightened, such as reversing the pottery wheel, using the gap of inversion to naturally wind the twine on the tassel, without needing to wind it with hands.

Chen Jian didn't know much about spinning, so he turned around and asked the woman in the clan, who nodded and said, "Spinning is very fast."

"Okay, no more spinning."

The woman didn't stop directly, but after she spun the ball of hemp thread in her hand, she spun some more before stopping, carefully took off the fringe of the thread, raised her head and begged Chen Jian.

Chen Jian thought for a while and said, "Let's do this. The sixteen men carrying stones are still the same, and every ten steps of the land opened by the remaining men belong to them. After [-] months, they can cultivate it." My own land, but three catties of grain have to be handed over to one catty, and I usually have to finish working on the family farm before going back to work on my own. The more you reclaim, the more land you will have after [-] months. Then smash it For tools and the like, you will starve to death after [-] months. The same is true for women. I will give you a measurement. If you spin as fast as you, it will be enough in [-] months. Spin slowly, Then wait until a hundred months, or even until death."

"Can we have a spinning wheel then?"

"No."

The woman raised her head and said, "But after sixty months, we will have nothing but freedom."

"Then what else do you want? The spinning wheel belongs to us. When the time comes, you can exchange for things when you spin the thread. Maybe if you spin too much, you can exchange for a spinning wheel yourself. Then you will have a spinning wheel yourself." After [-] months, if you want to eat, you can exchange it with spinning thread, and if you don’t want to eat, you don’t need to spin, and no one forces you to whip you with a cane. How free you are. By then, your spinning will definitely be better than now Soon."

He looked at the group of slaves with a smile and said, "Do you agree? I keep my word and it will be engraved on clay."

The group of slaves thought for a while, finally nodded and cheered.Only the woman was still kneeling on the ground, seeming to be thinking about something, looking at the spinning wheel at her feet, and sighed heavily.

Chapter 42 Gold

Chen Jian painted what he said on the clay board, which is actually just a formality, but this formalism is still very popular.

The slaves contemplated their lives sixty months from now, full of joy.Some people hope that the snow will melt soon, and they plan to dig the ground by themselves. If they dig ten more steps a day, they will have their own step in the future.

They think that as long as they have their own land, everything will be fine. If you pay a pound for three catties, you will pay for a catty. As long as you work a little more, it will always work out.

Chen Jian also figured out the thread that a woman needs to spin. Excluding some work that must be busy every year, it is actually not much.In addition to spinning thread, they also peeled hemp, pounded wheat and so on.

These slaves seem to be equal to the wild people in terms of status after [-] months. In fact, they may miss their days as slaves at that time. With nothing but their hands, it is not easy to survive. Double the work.

For Chen Jian, these were trivial matters, he was just too lazy to take care of these slaves, it was not worth spending time on beating them every day, and the clan people's ruling skills were not rich, and the efficiency was too low.

When there are more slaves in the future, we can use other methods. If the villages are stabilized and cities are formed, the clansmen will learn how to manage slaves in five years. Maybe there will be a different way at that time.

After cleaning up these little things, I took a few people to the copper furnace, where the real big thing is.

Metal is the pillar of the development of civilization, since it decided to take root here, it can only crush those two threatening tribes as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

It would be interesting to see a group of spear-wielding soldiers meet a group of Stone Age barbarians.

He brought a few people there with him, because it was necessary to assign several people to do this kind of thing, to accumulate experience and improve efficiency.

He also has only a half-knowledge about smelting, relying on principles to infer. There is an insurmountable gap between theory and practice, so these people can only explore a little bit.

For example, the ratio of copper ore to charcoal?For example, when can I add ingredients?All these require numerous attempts.

What can be done is to avoid going astray. For example, the first bronze smelting in history should be smelting tin ore and copper ore together, but this method is not good, so it can save a lot of time and directly smelt separately .

Now the first furnace of blister copper is going to be smelted first. The people of the tribe don't understand the meaning of smelting, they just take it as a very common thing, and they don't wear red and colorful to pray to God.

Two people were assigned to put firewood in the flue under the copper stove to bake the bottom of the copper stove to drive away the moisture and prevent the copper stove from freezing when it was in use.

On the other hand, he led a few people to smash the large pieces of copper ore to expand the contact area with the charcoal and facilitate the heating and burning.

A large pile of charcoal was sent over. Without metal axes and saws, charcoal is an excellent fuel. It can be easily smashed into small pieces. In addition, the moisture inside has been dried, and the temperature is much higher than that of wood.

The first time you smelt, you can only choose to waste, load more charcoal and less ore.There will be more smelting in the future, and the amount of charcoal will be reduced little by little. The significance of the first time is too great. If you can't come up, you will fail and leave a shadow.

After the charcoal ore has been processed, add it from the charging port, add more charcoal below, pile up a layer of copper ore and a layer of charcoal, and then add some lime as a flux for the slag.