I am a primitive

Sure enough, this person will change, especially those who have a daughter-in-law, the change will be faster and more obvious.

For example, Wu, who has lived a happy old life, now thinks about things that even a modern person like Han Cheng feels amazed and a little ashamed.

"Wu, this kind of tool does not exist, and it cannot be made in the tribe."

Han Cheng shook his head and said to Wu, seemingly cruelly breaking Wu's dream.

Wu, who was very excited by his own thoughts, immediately lost his excitement after hearing what Han Cheng said.

He looked at Yuan who was looking this way from a distance, and felt that he had lost all energy and was exhausted.

Looking at Wu in this state, Han Cheng endured it for a long time and finally couldn't bear it.

As an old man who has lived in a cave for a long time, lived with everyone, heard countless moving ditties, and experienced such a battle of joy more than once, don't you know that this thing only needs an active Is that enough?

Wouldn't it be more labor-saving for you to just stay still?Isn't this better than any tool?Why do you have to think about building some weird tools?

After listening to Han Cheng's words, Wu's eyes lit up, and at the same time, there was a surge of understanding and regret.

What the Son of God said makes sense!Why didn't I think of such a simple thing?

"Son of God, amazing!"

Mingwu came over to the witch, gave a heartfelt admiration to Han Cheng, and gave their god son a thumbs up.

Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch. He has experienced many things in his life and received a lot of praise, but this time the praise and admiration are the last thing he wants.

Seeing Xizizi leave, with his chest raised high, his head held high, and even walking a little bit like a witch, Han Cheng's face couldn't help twitching again.

I thought you were an old driver with countless experiences, but I didn't expect that you are a pure rookie, not even as good as a rookie like yourself...

After the potter's wheel was successfully manufactured, it wasn't just the old and unruly Wu who was excited and excited, the rest of the people were also very happy.

Of course, the most joyful ones are the minors in the tribe. They always like to come here when they are free, and they always want to catch the opportunity to stir the potter's wheel a few times.

It's the same as when Han Cheng rushed to use the well to press the water out when he was a child.

However, the potter's wheel is different from the killing wells of later generations. The wells equipped with killing wells are sealed, while the wells equipped with potter's wheels in the tribe have their mouths open.

It seems that after the well is dug, they need to let the lame people make a big well cover, cover the well mouth when they are not drawing water, and open it when they are drawing water.

"Water is coming out! God, Son of God! There is water in the well!"

While Han Cheng was standing here thinking about these things, there was an extremely excited shout in the well.

Hearing the shout, Han Cheng ran to the edge of the well in a jerk.

When he came to the well, he leaned down and looked in. He saw the man who was digging the well, and he raised his head and shouted excitedly.

"Is there a lot of water?"

Han Cheng asked aloud, also with some excitement.

"Not much, just water!"

the man replied.

"Then dig further down! Dig a little more!"

Han Cheng raised his voice.

Digging down more is not only because it can make the well spring more prosperous, but more importantly, it can store more water in the well.

The tribe has a large population, and it needs a lot of water for eating, washing vegetables, and washing water every day. If the well is dug shallow, Han Cheng is worried that there will not be enough food.

"Okay!"

The man readily agreed, picked up the short-handled copper shovel and started planing downwards vigorously.

After digging like this for a while, he yelled for the people above to put down the top of the tree and fill it with soil.

"Okay! Pull!"

After filling the stump with [-]% full, the man yelled.

The people guarding the edge of the well began to stir the pulley when they heard the words, and after a while, a pile of soil was pulled up.

Unlike the soil pulled up before, the soil pulled up this time looks wet, with turbid water droplets dripping down the gaps in the tree's head.

Those who did not go out in the tribe, when they heard the news, they all gathered around, each one of them seemed extremely excited.

Because, this means that under the leadership of the Son of God, their tribe has completed another unprecedented feat!

From now on, in addition to rainwater, river water and snow water, they have another way to drink water. They can also choose to eat well water!

And different from rainwater and river water, the well water was dug out by myself and others through their own efforts under the guidance of the Son of God!

Just like myself and others, under the guidance of the Son of God, we built houses and walls, moved out of the caves, changed our way of living, opened up fields under the guidance of the Son of God, and planted crops, changing the traditional way of relying on hunting and gathering to obtain food. the same way.

I used to rely on nature, but now, I and others don't need to rely on rainwater and river water, and can get water just by relying on my own strength!

This kind of pride and arrogance, people who have already lived a better life and are used to drinking tap water are not easy to experience.

However, as a semi-primitive who has lived in the primitive era for more than ten years and personally participated in it, Han Cheng can feel this joy and pride.

"Bring a jug, fill up some water and try!"

After digging down and bringing out a few piles of soil, Han Cheng shouted to the people beside him a little excitedly.

Immediately after hearing his order, someone ran from here to the kitchen, carrying an empty jug, and brought a pottery ladle by the way.

Put the ladle with a not too long handle into the clay pot, and then hang the rope of the clay pot on the wooden hook tied to the rope of the pulley and let them down.

This time, when lowering it, I didn't dare to put it down as boldly as I did before. Instead, I held the well rope with my hands weakly, controlling the speed so that it wouldn't slide down too fast.

When the pottery jug was about to fall to the bottom of the well, he grabbed the well rope to prevent it from going down.

The person waiting below caught the lowered jug with his hands, removed it from the hook, took out the ladle from it, and began to 'scrape' the water at the bottom of the well.

After the spring for a while, and because the well was dug down some more, some water had accumulated under the well.

As the potter's wheel continued to turn, a jar of muddy muddy water appeared in front of everyone.

Han Cheng picked up the ladle, scooped out half of it impatiently, and put it aside to wait for the water to become clear. During this process, he seemed a little nervous.

Because non-professionals who don't know how to look at the water veins dig down wells, there is a lot of luck in it.

It's not that you can't dig water.