I am a primitive

After knowing what the older female primitive people said through Mao, Han Cheng didn't feel embarrassed this time, but generously sacrificed the hook, which had already appeared in his tribe long ago. .

On this matter, Han Cheng has no hesitation.

On the one hand, it's because things like hook shoulders don't involve the core secrets of one's own tribe, so it's okay to spread some of them outside.

On the other hand, the older female primitive people are working for their own tribe. While earning food for their own tribe, they can also bring some news about other tribes.

To put it bluntly, helping the older female primitives is helping their own tribe.

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Under the expectant gaze of the older female primitive people, Mao, who was ordered by Han Cheng, brought a hook pole from not far away.

The middle part of the shoulder has become smooth and shiny due to frequent grinding on the shoulders and the back of the neck.

Looking at the smiling Mao and the flat, strange-looking stick in his hand, the older female primitive people seemed very puzzled and felt puzzled.

They couldn't figure out how to use this strange stick to solve the difficulties they encountered.

This kind of stick is a bit flatter, and two wooden hooks are tied with ropes at both ends of the stick.

But even so, it can't solve the problems they encountered, can it?

What they need to solve is how to transport as many things as possible at one time. Things like sticks can't hold things...

Seeing the puzzled looks of the older female primitive people, Mao couldn't help but secretly smiled.

I am extremely honored to have a son of God in my tribe.

He didn't explain much to the older female primitives, it's not easy to explain clearly.

Instead, they brought over the fish cage that was magically used by the older female primitive people.

Then began to put rice into the two fish cages covered with leather.

After it is full, place the two fish cages separately, then pick up the hook shoulder, put it horizontally on the shoulders, hold a hook in one hand, and hook the ropes on the mouths of the two fish cages very skillfully.

Then he straightened up, and the two fish cages filled with rice, which were hooked by the hook, also left the ground.

After doing this, Mao began to move around.

As Mao walked, the relatively soft shoulders jumped up and down gently.

Mao's pace also moves with this up and down rhythm, which looks very rhythmic.

Of course, this way of walking is not for the sake of looking good, but because it can save energy to the greatest extent.

After carrying it horizontally for a while, Mao switched it to his right shoulder and carried it on one shoulder, and the hook shoulder also changed from horizontal to vertical.

After walking in circles in the yard for a while, Mao switched it to the left shoulder again.

After Mao lifted the two fish cages filled with rice with a hook pole, the doubts of the older female primitive people disappeared in an instant, and each of them was full of a sense of enlightenment.

While feeling enlightened, I also feel deep admiration for the wisdom of the people in the Qingque tribe.

It turns out that this strange stick is used in this way!

It turns out that the solution to this problem is actually so simple!

Didn't I think of such a simple method when I was waiting for others?

With such a mood in mind, the older female primitives followed Mao who was walking around in circles carrying the grain on a hook, and they refused to take their eyes off for a moment.

"you try."

Mao, who had long been familiar with the hook-carry, showed off his very proficient skills in carrying the burden in front of the older female primitives, then put down the burden lightly, and smiled at the old woman. Some of the female primitives said.

While saying this, he pushed the hook that hooked the two fish cages to the side of the older female primitive.

The older female primitives naturally couldn't understand what Mao said, but they could understand Mao's movements.

So she took the burden from Mao's hand with nervousness and novelty, then imitated Mao's appearance, bent down and placed the burden horizontally on the back of her neck, and then straightened up.

As she stood up, the two fish cages filled with rice also left the ground.

The older female primitives who watched such a scene were overjoyed.

What made her even more gratified was yet to come. After standing on the spot with the burden for a while, she realized for herself the benefits of this simple tool.

Using this kind of tool, not only can you transport a lot of things at one time, but it is also very easy, far less heavy than you imagined before.

Carried on the shoulders, the weight of the millet contained in the two fish cages seems to be about the same as the weight of a fish cage when it was held by hand.

This surprised the older female primitives.

The reason is actually very simple, that is, the strength in the arms is not as strong as that in the whole body.

Just like an object of the same weight, it feels heavier when carried by hand, but after being carried on the shoulders, it immediately feels very relaxed.

After standing here and experiencing the ease of use of this new tool for a while, the older female primitive began to move forward tentatively.

Then something that made her feel uncomfortable happened. On Mao's shoulders, it was very stable, as if it was a burden growing on it. As she walked, it immediately swayed back and forth uncontrollably, with a wide range. It was so big that the older female primitive people were shaken and almost fell down, and some of the rice contained in the fish cage were spilled out.

Such unexpected things made the older female primitives stand there in a hurry, not daring to move anymore, just like seeing a seller of oranges.

At the same time, he looked at Mao standing not far away with puzzled and flustered eyes, asking for help.

She really didn't understand why such a good thing would fail when it came to her.

Mao was a warm-hearted person. After seeing the older primitive woman's eyes begging for help, he took the initiative to go up to explain and teach her how to carry the burden.

Han Cheng, who was standing not far away, couldn't help sniffing after seeing such a peaceful and beautiful scene,

Fortunately, Mao is living in this era, otherwise he would definitely be a model for helping widows to carry water...

After completing the exchange, I have roughly learned some skills of carrying burdens. After I became more familiar with the burdens, it was not too early. The older female primitives did not leave their line, but stayed here for one night. , they were placed by Han Cheng in the slave hut outside the inner courtyard.

The tribe where the older female primitives belonged, in addition to holding regular celebrations and other things, met other tribes, and if time allowed, they would also take some other actions.

Therefore, the singing in the slave hut that night was particularly loud.

Of course, before doing such a sacred thing, the people of the Qingque tribe first boiled water for the older female primitives to take a bath.

Under the leadership of Han Cheng, the son of God, the people of the Qingque tribe are very particular about hygiene.

Han Cheng naturally knew about this matter. He had been away from the tribe for so long. To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable. It's about to go off automatically...