From Chief to Ball

Fix the door frame, start filling the soil, squeeze the door frame with soil, and make the big frame of the first house in the afternoon.

The wall on the south side is one meter higher than the wall on the north side, and the wood is lifted and densely packed horizontally on the roof, forming a slope that is high in the south and low in the north.

Fill it with a layer of soil, cover it with birch bark, and pour turpentine at the joint.

Then I took a few people to step on the wood on the roof, and spread the grass that my mother brought back yesterday layer by layer, pressing down layer by layer.

Super absorbent, three-way leak-proof, as long as it is not a heavy storm, the rain will flow down the thatch, even if it is saturated, there will be a layer of inclined birch bark.

The sun was almost setting, and the clansmen who couldn't get on the roof covered the sun with their hands, and looked up at the few people who were laying the roof on it, feeling indescribably shocked.

The children playing in the distance also gathered around, looking up at the thing called "House".

Even if the grass clippings blown by the wind blinded my eyes, I just rubbed my hands casually, but I was reluctant to turn my head away, as if I was afraid that I would never see it again.

On the roof, Chen Jian and others were bathed in the setting sun, and the shadows merged with the house.

After the last layer of grass was paved, a log was pulled up and pressed down. Sitting on the thatched log in the south, I took a breath, and my legs hung down naturally, shaking slightly.

In the vast wilderness, the first creation beyond nature appeared in this way.

It is not perfect, but it is the first declaration of man's conquest of nature: we can no longer be afraid of wind and rain in the plains, and we no longer need natural caves to hide.

Chapter 22 Model Village for Thirteen Days ([-])

The first hut of the tribe was a small house made of loess, which was close to the slope of the cliff face.

There was no yard or flowers in front of the cottage, only wormwood and thorn rose and thistle.The front of the door was covered with intricate footprints, gravel and soil, and even a cute and small lavender wildflower on the ground was trampled to death.

There is no kang, no stove, no bed, not even a chimney in the house, and the inside is filled with a strange smell of earth and bitterness of grass juice.

It was already evening, and the mosquitoes flying in the grass, the grubs dug out of the soil, and the slightly crazy bumblebees surrounded the clansmen, all of which could not hinder the excitement of the clansmen.

Chen Jian squatted on the roof, not noticing that the scenery under his animal skin skirt was exposed to the wilderness in early summer.

Fortunately, the eyes of the clansmen did not stare at him, but looked at this simple thatched cottage, imagining the feeling of living in it.

The uncle walked to the door frame and touched the door frame he carved with his hands, proudly.The old grandmother and a few people walked into the house and took a look. They were very satisfied with the flat ground without the stones that would trip people up in the cave.

There was no need to light a fire, the sun's rays streamed in through the window frames, and everything was so clear.Children crawled up and down the window frames, giggling, and the grown-ups clapped their hands at the dirt walls they had rammed out with their hands.

Standing unsteadily on the roof, Chen Jian pointed to the excavated earth pit and said, "It will be our house there, and that piece of grass will bring us food at this time next year. Beware of grown-up wolf cubs." The grown-up dodos and geese will lay eggs on these haystacks, and the grown-up piglets can be caught and eaten by hand at any time. This is the life I promised my family!"

He talked about the future in provocative language, and this time he had enough confidence.

For the bow and arrow, it took him one day to let the people see the promise; for the netting, it took him two days to make the people happy, and it took him five days for the current house to let the people feel hope.

From then on, he could finally extend his vision and commitment to a yearly cycle.From the hope and trust planted at the beginning to the harvest season.

The hopeful eyes and excited roars of the tribesmen all vanished with this simple house.

Chen Jian climbed down from the roof, picked up a stone hoe, and said in a very calm tone: "Okay, go back to eat."

The clansmen followed in his footsteps, kept looking back at the hut, and finally came to the river.

The old grandmother looked at the clansmen with a smile on the corner of her mouth.All the experiences she knows from her ancestors have been broken by her grandson, and she may be really old.

Not the body, but the mind.Those things handed down by the ancestors can already age with one's own body, and then be burned by the clansmen with fire, and then sprinkled to the land with the mountain wind.

She felt that the future of the clansmen was beyond her imagination, but she also knew that she might not be able to see that day.

Yu Qian'er supported the old grandmother, seeing the old grandmother's strange expression, she couldn't help but yelled, the old grandmother laughed, stroked Yu Qian'er's braid, and said let's go, let's go back.

By the river, I glanced back at the houses standing on the slope.She suddenly thought that if she died one day, she didn't want to be burned by the clansmen, but buried in the soil of the village.It's better to plant another tree, a straight and tall pine tree that won't rot for a long time, and just quietly watch the lives of her children and grandchildren, a life she never thought of.

Yu Qian'er didn't know that the old grandmother thought of this, and helped the old grandmother to sit in the birch bark boat.The young man was paddling, and Yu Qian'er was nestling close to the old grandmother, with a willow bark whistle in his mouth, whining and whistling, not knowing sorrow, nor thinking of death.

After dinner, the clansmen snuggled up beside the fire, and the women drove away mosquitoes with lit wormwood. No one could fall asleep after a tiring day.Every time I think of Chen Jian's words, I look forward to the sun appearing earlier.

People look up at the starry sky and look at the twinkling stars, which carry people's beautiful vision, which is more mysterious than the moon.

Only Yu Qian'er stared at the somewhat round moon rising from the river, thinking about watching the moon in those few days, and ran to Chen Jianjian.

"Brother, I found that the moon becomes round every ten days or so."

"Then it's more than ten days?"

Yu Qian'er shook her head, indicating that she didn't know, and took out a piece of birch bark, on which many moons were drawn with charcoal.

Pointing to the first one that was curved like a boat, she said, "Look, this is the first day you left, and the moon appears from where the sun sets."

She pointed to a rounded moon and said: "This is the moon tonight, it appeared from the place where the sun rises."

Chen Jian laughed and asked, "Then you said how long will it take for the moon to be full this time and to be full again next time?"

Yu Qian'er shook her braid and said, "I don't know, don't you?"

"I don't know, I want to know too, so I'm waiting for Yuqianer to tell me. Remember, you must tell me, I want to know too."

"Yeah." Yuqian'er held the bark, nodded firmly, looked up at the moon in the sky, rested her chin thinking about the story of the moon, and slowly fell asleep.

The humid air made Chen Jian very uncomfortable, and he couldn't sleep with his arms under his head.Today's houses can be said to be gold and jade, but they are shocking at first glance, but they still need to be perfected to truly become a house that can prolong the life of the clansmen.

A damp house will make people sick, and long-term exposure to sunlight in caves will lead to calcium deficiency and rickets, all of which are closely related to life expectancy.

The process of human beings conquering nature is actually a process that can qualify for senile diseases. So far, no one in the clan has lived to the age that can be senile diseases.

"Before I die this time, I want to have a few people in my clan who can live to be 60 years old."

This was Chen Jian's great ambition at this time, and finally he was tired and drowsy, and fell asleep on the wet river bank.

When he woke up the next day, his uncle had already squatted by the fire and was carving wood, and there were a few logs with mortise and tenon dug out beside him.

Looking around, I found that I was the latest riser among the clansmen. The water in the pottery pot had boiled away. My mother was carrying fish in wicker baskets with my sisters near the reed pond. The hillside on the other side had already become lively. The wood block has been formed, and the filling is in full swing.

He casually grabbed a cooked tuber from the side, stuffed it in his mouth and went to the opposite bank.After a few glances, it's okay, everything is in order, the only flaw is that the boards are slightly tilted.

So a word called hanging rope appeared in Chen Jian's mouth.According to what he said, the tribesmen hung a thin rope and hung a stone under it, only to find that the board was a little crooked.

"Remember to hang the string before next time. What about the wolf fur, let him continue to lead people to cut down trees, and there is no need to hunt today. I'm going to see cousin Acorn."

This is the most primitive brain-body division of labor. The clansmen didn't think there was anything wrong and motioned him to go quickly.

In the pottery field by the river, the acorns are in the pottery bowl, and seven or eight people are busy here, waiting to burn together at night.

Seeing Chen Jian coming, Acorn knew that there must be something new to appear.

"What are you going to do this time?"