From Chief to Ball

The stone implements are not natural and have no holes, but are tied to the wood with ropes and canes.

The sound of ping-pong-pong stones falling to the ground lasted all morning. In the afternoon, I searched under the cliff to find stone flakes suitable for stone tools. After preparing more than 100 pieces, I changed shifts with the people who dug the foundation.

On the second day, the pottery wheel was assembled. This time, a simple tanned leather was used as a transmission belt, which was much stronger than a rope.

Compared with the previous potter's wheel, this time the fired one looks a little strange.The pottery dish that originally placed the pottery clay did not have a supporting column below, but instead had a long vertical axis.

Chen Jian told everyone that this is not for pottery, but for punching stones.

After Chen Jian assembled and inserted wooden sticks into the pottery wheel, the clansmen became even more suspicious.Can a stick punch a hole in a stone?

I chose a stone that looked like a hoe, and lightly punched a small depression at the place where I wanted to drill, fixed it on the ground, and inserted the stick on the pottery wheel into the groove.

The tribesmen watched curiously, and Chen Jian asked people to shake the driving wheel on the other side of the belt, and found a clay pot filled with fine sand and water, and let the elm money carry it, and continuously sent the fine sand to the place where the stones and sticks were in contact .

The person on the opposite side shakes the wheel quickly, driving the wooden stick to rotate quickly.

It is of course impossible to grind the stone out of the hole with a wooden stick, but this sand can.The fine quartz sand is extremely hard, not to mention the broken stone, even the extremely hard jade can make holes. Otherwise, how did the magnificent jade culture form in the absence of alloy drills in ancient times?

The creaking sound was a bit sour, and the clansmen listening to this sound seemed to have eaten a sour apricot.

Whenever the fine sand is ground, Yuqian'er pours water to wash out the sand powder and replace it with new fine sand.

After shaking for two hours, the stone flakes were finally worn out by the fine sand and wooden sticks. Chen Jian felt that his arms were as sore and limp as noodles. After these two hours of work, it was no problem to boil a pot of water.

The drilled stone hoe was shown to everyone. The clansmen touched the smooth groove with threads with their hands, and looked at the round hole with their eyes, feeling extremely amazed.

Wood, can it really perforate stone?

Chen Jian stretched his sore arm and said, "A group of three, take turns shaking the pottery wheel. Grind through a stone before going to bed, wake up others before going to bed, and continue grinding."

After arranging for the night watchman and the alternate grinding stone team, he grinded another piece before falling asleep.

In the early morning of the third day, the creaking sound continued, and more than 40 stones with holes were placed on the ground. Many people woke up early, looked at these new stone tools over and over again, and couldn't put it down.

The clansmen have never seen stone tools with holes, and even other clans have never heard of such things.

Even though they hadn't seen it before, they could think of how convenient it is to have a stone tool that can punch holes.

Chen Jian didn't have the mood to express emotion, so he counted the remaining food and told Lang Pi that he didn't have to go hunting today.Gather all the men together and cut off a lot of branches in the early morning to use as hoe handles, insert them into the round holes and stick them with wooden wedges.

The women were not idle either, except for those who cooked, they were all called by Chen Jian to the river to cut willow branches, and they were transported back by birch bark boats.

After breakfast, more than a dozen birch bark boats arrived at the river bank on the north side of Luodao, bringing a burst of noise to this ancient land. It has never been so lively here.

Chen Jian chose a depression near the dug foundation, and asked the men to dig the soil there with hoes and bone plows, and told them how deep they could dig, and piled up the soil until there were rocks.

He himself led the women to weave wicker baskets, and dozens of them sat in the sun, exchanging experiences with each other.

Chen Jian's craftsmanship is actually very poor, so he can only grope with everyone. After he finds the trick, his fingers can't keep up with the speed of others.

I made one myself in the morning, and the shape is horrible. The only thing better than my aunts and cousins ​​is that he made two ears for easy carrying.

This morning, three stone hoes and a bone plow were broken.

The harvest is piles of dirt, a person-deep pit, more than 60 wicker baskets, and blood blisters on the hands of men and bloodshot threads on the fingertips of women.

It's just that everyone's face is full of excitement, which is to create their own new life with their hands, and some people even feel that the clansmen have the power to make the world tremble.

You see, isn't the originally flat place dug a big hole by the clansmen?Haven't your useless branches turned into wicker baskets that women love in your hands?

The big earth pit as deep as one person, which could only be created by the natural force of flood slurry, was created by the tribe with their own hands.

For the story of Chen Jian, the people of the clan are even more convinced that talent is the strength of all things, and it is the soul of Pangu, regardless of the wind, soil, thunder and lightning, it is just the body...

Because those powers that were once envied and could only be looked up to are no longer difficult to touch.

Since a pit can be dug, as long as there are enough people, can a river be dug?It can even pile up a mountain!The trunk can be made into a bow, and the branches can be made into baskets. Could it be possible to let animals run to their eyes and reach them in the future?

The people of the tribe drank warm salt water and dreamed about stories that they could not imagine before, but they felt that it was not out of reach.

It's just that in Chen Jian's view, this is just a small pit, not even enough for the claws of the excavator in his previous life...

Chapter 21 Thirteen Days Model Village ([-])

The foundations that are more than one foot deep are even more of a formality. Anyway, in Chen Jian's opinion, these houses are to be used as warehouses after all, and there is no need for too much effort.

Now it is built to keep out the wind and rain, and it is shocking enough for the tribe who have never seen a house.For a person who spends his days with wild vegetables and bran, don’t you think it’s a delicacy in the world if you give him a bun?

The wish should never be too far away, and the tribe should be able to see and touch it in a short period of time, so as to make progress little by little.

Even if it is so improvised, in Chen Jian's opinion, the time may not be enough.

After resting for a while at noon, Langpi arranged for Chen Jian to go to a forest in the upper reaches of the Caohe River, and asked him to bring ten men and ten women to cut wood. The men cut trees and the women pruned branches.

"Tie up the repaired trees with ropes and float them down in the river. It doesn't need to be too thick, just as thick as an arm. It doesn't need to be too long, as long as there are three of you."

The wolf skin's eyes lit up, and it was a good idea to float down the water, which would save a lot of effort.All around here are wild grass and short trees, not straight at all, and the place with many trees is far upstream.

"By the way, there are also some pieces of birch bark, the bigger the better."

After sending away the wolf skins, the remaining men continued to dig pits and foundations. He led the women to cut down some dwarf trees and dry firewood, and piled them up by the river under the cliff.

Once the fire was lit, Chen Jian left a few people watching to add firewood to it, and he took the rest of the people to mow the grass with stones.

A death scythe was tied up with large stone pieces and wood, and with a strong swing, the tall grass more than half a meter was brought down.

The mother took a few sisters to spread the rope on the ground, piled the grass on the rope, pulled it hard, tied it into a roll, and carried it back.

Guessing that the time is coming, return to the cliff, the stones on the cliff are already hot.

Taking advantage of the high temperature, they poured cold river water on the rock wall together.

The sound of rattling continued to spread, and the cracks were exposed from a large rock, but the cracks already fell apart, and it was scattered all over the ground with a light hit.

The gravel was put into wicker baskets, and each basket weighed more than 100 catties.The two weak people carried it, and the strong one carried it on their backs, and walked towards the hot place hundreds of meters away.

In one afternoon, four one-foot-deep foundations were filled with gravel, and the backfill soil was covered. First, people stepped on it with their feet, and then kept backfilling until the feet could no longer be stepped on. Straight wood smashed.

In the evening, the sound of wolves purring with their mouths covered by their furs came from the river.

The bundled logs floated down from the upper reaches, and when they got close to the river bank, the clansmen pulled the rope together to drag the logs to the bank.

Loosen the rope, let Yuqian count the number of them, and record them on the birch bark with charcoal.

Yu Qian'er counted for a long time, and told his brother that there were two 99 pieces in total, and there were 67 more.She couldn't count to a hundred, so she had to write it down in this awkward way.

He carried the wood to a place on the bank a little farther away from the river, and put it there to dry.Look at the sunset in the sky and tell the clansmen that they can rest today.