From Chief to Ball

After entering the mouth, it is even more waxy, soft and sweet. The sugar on the outer skin melts, and the tip of the tongue sips, and the fine sand-like tubers are smeared on the tongue coating, looking for sweet taste buds.

Laughter and laughter echoed in the cave, and Chen Jian's favorite tastes temporarily gathered in this simple cave, and then combined with each other, lingering between the lips and teeth, and rippling on the tip of the tongue.

Among the colorful, only the brother named Xian is missing, I don't know where I am lonely...

Chapter 11 The first step to change

After the first dinner with boiled and fried dishes was over, the tribe had an extra job that later families hated most, washing dishes.

Everyone was lazy and didn't want to move. The meal was too full, and the wolf skin was half lying on the ground, rubbing its belly and humming.

The clansmen who have never tried this way of eating have a stronger worship for the guidance of their ancestors.

This is an intuitive feeling, and this feeling is still echoing on the tip of my tongue. It is not an illusory paradise after death, so it is easier to believe.

Of course, this meal is very unhealthy.

Needless to say, fried tubers, protofernin in fern root powder is also carcinogenic.

However, for the tribe whose average life expectancy is only 30 years old, these questions are meaningless.

The wild has not yet been conquered, and prehistoric is not paradise.

There is still a long way to go before hunger is completely removed from the clansmen, and improving the lifespan of the clansmen is a process that may last for thousands of years.

Even in his previous life when he ruled the Seven Seas, his average life expectancy was only 40 years old.Under the brilliance of the imperial morning sun chasing the sunset, there are the shadows of female workers with an expected working life of three years and countless child laborers who are crushed by machines.

Every time a candle is lit, a shadow is cast.There is no brilliance in the world that is not dirty, only eyes that see filth or brilliance.

In the past year alone, seven or eight members of the clan passed away, and most of these people died of fighting against nature.

Now pottery has appeared, and the bone plow has its original shape. As long as it is not too bad luck, primitive agriculture will also appear.

With the expansion and development of the tribe, the concept of private ownership and the competition for interests that accompany civilization will replace the conquest of nature and become the cause of the most deaths of the tribes in later generations.

Xanadu will finally come to an end, and the glory and bloodiness of the new era will finally be presented.

Chen Jian knows that every invention and progress will eventually destroy everything that is harmonious and harmonious in front of him, and become the legend of the rule of three generations and the great harmony of the world pursued by countless saints.

But he will not hesitate, this is the necessity of civilization, it cannot be violated and cannot be stopped.

So when everyone was still half lying on the animal skins to rest, Chen Jian, who couldn't wait for anyone, called Yuqian'er, Langpi and other familiar people, and began to assemble the first pottery wheel he designed.

The two huge bases were fired very well. The lower part stood wide and stable on the flat ground, and the upper part was a slender shaft.

There are two small holes in the center of the other two oblate pottery cakes, which are just inserted into the slender shaft.

I found a fiber rope, connected it end to end, and put it in the grooves on both sides of the two pottery wheels to form a simple belt drive.

Insert a stick into the pottery wheel with an extra hole in the non-center, spread some suet grease on the connection between the two pottery wheels and the long axis of the base, hold the stick with your hand, and turn it.

The creaking sound made the teeth sore, but the clansmen looked at all this curiously.

The rotating pottery wheel drives the rope, and another pottery wheel that links the distance is also rotated.Simple belt drive, fast and smooth.

The rotating pottery wheel can fabricate pottery that cannot be fabricated by hand with very little effort. The hand is lightly placed on the mud ball to control the thickness, and the centrifugal force will easily turn the mud ball into shaped vessels one by one.

The fly in the ointment is that the transmission rope is not leather, but if you want to get soft and elastic leather, you must have halogen alkali, an accessory of sun-dried salt.

The natural dry fur is very stiff and can only be used in various ways after being salted and lyzed.

Starting life from scratch, you have to try everything before you know what you need, and then solve it one by one. Without any inconspicuous place, you can't continue.

In front of the pottery wheel, Chen Jian spun around a few times vigorously, but he was still very satisfied.

Although there is a hole in the center of the pottery wheel and cannot be used directly, it is not a big problem.

You only need to fire another disc without holes tomorrow, buckle it on the long axis, and link it with the one with holes below.

When the time comes, put the mixed clay on top, two people take turns to shake the main wheel, and one person is responsible for shaping it by hand, and there will be no problem.

The creaking and rotating pottery wheel drove the brains of the tribe to rotate, and finally Yu Qian'er walked up to Chen Jian and asked a sentence that could be recorded in history.

"Why does it turn?"

Chen Jian didn't answer, but couldn't help but hugged his little sister and laughed loudly, making Yu Qian'er at a loss.

Yu Qian'er, who couldn't get an answer, had been thinking about this question for the past few days, and Chen Jian would always stand in front of the potter's wheel after hunting and think about other questions.

A few mornings later, Yu Qian'er woke up from her sleep and was surprised to find that her brother was not standing beside the pottery wheel.

The clansmen were still sleeping, and she was not used to the absence of her brother's voice amidst the snoring.

In the past few days, she has lived a very happy life. Except for the question of why the transfer is always in her mind, everything is very good.

The little chicks grew up day by day, and the two weaker chicks gradually became stronger.The children in the clan fell in love with the three chicks. Even if it rained one day, they still didn't forget to go outside to look for bugs.

The food is also very good these days. She likes to drink fish soup very much, and she likes to add some coriander leaves that her brother calls coriander in the fish soup. Sometimes my brother will make some weird food by himself, and she likes every kind of food. I've never seen it before, but it's all delicious.

My brother's newly fired pottery wheel was also successful yesterday, and it is said that today I will teach the tribe a new method of making pottery.

She also learned how to count after ten from her brother, so she knew that there were 73 people in the clan.

The only fly in the ointment is that my brother rarely takes himself out to play these days, and squats next to the fire every night.

The evening before yesterday, I and a few children helped my elder brother to pile piles of plant ash into a large clay pot, add clear water to it, and pour out the clarified water the next day and put it on the fire to roast.

Last night, I wanted to tell my brother that I counted 73 clan members, but when I ran to my brother excitedly, I found that my brother was mixing the water and suet that had been boiled with plant ash, and was concentrating on it. The constant stirring didn't have time to talk to myself, so I had to leave with a pout, unhappy all night.

I couldn't see my brother this morning, and I felt a little unhappy.The cries of hunger came from the chicks in the grass basket next to her, which made her stand up and want to find some bugs, which was the task her brother entrusted to her.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming in from the entrance of the cave, and Yuqianer ran over happily. When she reached the entrance of the cave, her brother pinched her ears and led her to the small river down the mountain, saying that she wanted to wash her hair .

She just learned the word washing face, and also learned to wash her hands. Every day before eating, the tribe would take her elder brother to the river to wash their hands, so it was easy to understand the meaning of washing hair.

The ears were still pinched by my brother, so I had to lean sideways and lower my head, yelling, and followed to the river.

A translucent, something the color of a broken bird's egg was placed on a stone by the river.

The elder brother finally let go of his hand, Yu Qian'er didn't care about touching his ears, and reached out to take the transparent weird thing in his hand, it looked delicious.

The day before yesterday, my brother took out the solidified maple syrup from the wood and told the children that whoever learned to count to ten would get a piece. Of course, she was the first to get it. She had never eaten such a sweet thing.

Now this thing also looks like maple syrup, just about to put it in his mouth, he was slapped by his brother, and quickly retracted.

"I know, wash your hands and face first."

Yu Qian'er said these two words with a smile, put her hands in the water, dipped a little water, and wiped her face lightly.