From Chief to Ball

There are still some people who stayed, wanting to learn and see again, and some people even fell in love with life here.Although tired, there is a different feeling.

From their point of view, everything is fine, the only thing they can't understand is that Jianyi has been building mud blocks for several days in a row, and then dismantled them after he finished building...

Hua, who was on the sidelines, saw a different problem: it was amazing that this tribe could support more than a dozen young and strong people.

His own tribe, even if the ancestors taught them to learn how to burn bricks, they didn't have time to burn bricks.I have to run around for food every day, how could I do other things, let alone toss without any results...

Chapter 41 The Happiness and Pain of Civilization

On the sixth day of tossing, the first vault was finally made out.In order to test whether it could bear the load, Chen Jian stood on it and stepped on it vigorously, like a newly enthroned wolf king.

Three hundred pairs of eyes look at this strange building, and there are three hundred shapes.

Some people think it looks like the breasts of a young woman who is still breastfeeding, and it looks more like Chen Jian standing on the top; others think it looks like a large upside-down pottery bowl, or a bulging hill in the distance.

Someone looked down at his chest and laughed, so Chen Jian had no choice but to jump down, so as not to be regarded as the bright red point in the novel of world affairs.

I asked those young people who handed him bricks and mud how much they had learned, but they all shook their heads. After being ridiculed and encouraged by Chen Jian for a long time, only two of them were a little scared and said that they could try.

If you don't try, you will never know if it will work. In the past ten days, Chen Jian is tantamount to starting from scratch and trying little by little.

The piled one is not comparable to that of professional masons, but because of the small span, it is no problem to make do with it, and the extrusion force of the arched structure is generally not correct for collapse.

"This one is used to burn pottery, that one is used to burn bricks, and the grass over there is also dried, so we have to dry them separately."

Chen Jian pointed to the pottery kiln and proposed another division of labor.

The clansmen think that it should be divided. For example, the civet cat mows grass very slowly, but lays bricks very quickly.Different people need different time to do the same job.

Chen Jian decided to use the same group of people for firing pottery, bricks, and later charcoal. Only by continuously accumulating experience and repeating the same work can the efficiency be improved.

The rest of the people were going to dig the ground with themselves, so a difficult choice was placed before the clansmen.

To muddy or to hoe, that is the question.

Is it bending over to move the heavy mud, stirring the heavy and sticky clay to form it?

Or is it accompanied by mosquitoes and scorching sun, turning the black grass beyond the horizon?

Which of the two options do you prefer?

Going back to the life of hunting and cave dwelling, naturally there is no such problem.But ah, also can not enjoy the full food, sweet milk, warm kang.

From the first day when human beings came out of the wild, they were alienated into laborers in society.The labor of the vast majority of people is only for survival, and the labor and interest of a very small number of people are unified.Only with the extreme development of productivity can most people unify their interest and labor and make labor the first demand. This is too long to see the end.

The happiness and pain of civilization always live next to each other. Fortunately, the clansmen enjoyed the happiness and did not consider giving up the pain at all, and stood in different places in twos and threes.

Even as an outsider guest, after thinking about the life of his own tribe, he felt that such a life was better.

They hope that one day they can live the same life, so Hua asked Chen Jian, how long will it take for the tribe to live such a life with what they have learned?

Chen Jian smiled and stretched out two fingers. Of course, Hua didn't think it was two days, and asked with the newly learned word, "Two months?"

"No, twenty months."

Hua swallowed, too frightened to make a sound. He couldn't count the number of days in twenty months, but he could guess that it would be at least until the next time he ate apricots, or even longer.

"But you have only used it for more than a month."

The clansmen all laughed. They believed in Chen Jian's statement. In twenty months, there may be little to say.

Chen Jian also laughed, pulled Yu Qian'er aside and said: "If you want to build a house, you are not as good as my sister."

Hua looked at the thin Yuqian, shook her head and said, "I can move three pieces of mud, how many pieces can she carry?"

"But do you know how much mud is needed for a house? How much wood is needed? How to transport the wood? How to distribute the work in the fastest way? The stored food can be eaten for a few days? What if you go hunting and don't catch it? "

One question after another was asked by Yu Qian'er with a clear and crisp voice, like Xia Lei blasting in Hua's ears. He looked back at the built houses, thinking that he had learned everything, but in the end he realized that I didn't learn anything by myself.

Chen Jian smiled and stopped Yu Qianer, who was still talking, and said to Hua: "If you want to live a life like ours, you don't have to build a house. Don't build a house when you go back. Wait until the next time you eat apricots." When the time comes, you can come and see, maybe the ancestors will guide you how to live. After all, we are all the same ancestor."

He pointed to his hair, and Hua nodded obediently, thinking it made sense.Now that he said that, he decided to come and see the next time the apricots were ripe.

Two days later, Hua and the tribe were grooming and washing carefully by the stream, with their hair tied up, solemn and serious.

These people are used to everything here, but they still have to go back after all.

A lot of work has been done in the past two days. Seventeen or eighteen people chose to make bricks, burn pottery, cut trees and build a kiln, and a few women also went to press bricks, and they couldn't do the mud work.The rest of the people were tying hay, and after the fire was burned, they began to use hoes to dig up the grass roots and dig out the black soil below.

No matter whether it is making mud or hoeing, the Huahe people have tried it. Although they are very tired, they can see the mud bricks piled up together; On the land, they feel that the exhaustion is worth it.

In the evening, the tired clansmen would gather together to play the bone flute and gossip, or men and women of different surnames would gather around the fire to dance and sing, and the exhaustion would dissipate with the sound of the flute.

But their own people don’t have such a night, all they can say is that today there will be fish and tomorrow they will catch animals. As for the heart-pounding songs sung by men and women here, don’t even think about it—it’s impossible Sing it to your sister, sister, aunt, mother, right?

In an immersive comparison, everyone has almost the same idea.Squatting by the stream facing the reflection, solemnly inserting a wooden stick into the tied hair, looking forward to the next time when the apricots will be yellow.Chen Jian said that at that time, maybe the ancestors will guide them how to go.

After finishing all this, I picked up my wicker basket and bid farewell to the clansmen here.

The old grandmother and Shitou gave Hua some food to eat on the road, and said hello to their clansmen.

Chen Jian told him again that he needed some plant seeds, as many as he wanted, and he could change them for anything.He would tell everyone who left, Hua and the tribe had already known about it, and kept in mind which seeds it was.

There will be a lot of acorns in autumn, they don't need to use those seeds as food, of course they can exchange them.

After everything was finished, they walked along the grass river step by step on their way home.

There is food in the back basket. There is no need to hunt along the way, which can save a lot of time. I believe that the clansmen will be very happy to get these clay pots, bowls, bows, arrows and stone axes.

After walking a long distance, Hua turned around and glanced at the village in the distance, where the people were already busy.

There are new changes every day, and there are too many surprises every day.

When I came here, there was still a piece of cut grass, and now a ridge of hundreds of steps is winding there, extending every day; the originally empty hillside is now a pottery kiln, smoking white smoke, and every day Dozens of hundreds of pottery pots and bowls were burnt out, and the broken ones became less and less; the gourds that were wilted when they came were also watered to make them alive, and long vines stretched out to wrap around the pillars, turning into a piece of emerald green. wall.

For a moment, Hua even had an idea.Don't leave, just stay here, he likes this kind of life.

Then he was taken aback by this terrible thought, and slapped himself hard.It is not only the clay pot that is heavy on the shoulders, but also the expectations of the tribe, and there are also their relatives.

"What will it be like when you come next time?"

"Grass seeds ripen quickly, and you'll know when the time comes."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he thought of the heat and maturity, so he took another step happily.

He felt that he could talk about this experience for a long time with the clansmen, and the clansmen who came together could prove that he was not bragging.Perhaps, the next time the apricots are ripe, the clansmen can also lead such a life, right?

Lowering his head, he inadvertently saw his own shadow, the shape of his hair was very clear, so he nodded firmly, believing that this day will definitely come.I am the same as them, but they are all an ancestor.