I am a primitive

There is the word Qiuyang rising in the east, and it is red, and it also has a bit of hazy feeling.

Like a drop of red ink falling into the water, it looks slightly dizzy.

In this season, many people gathered in the open space outside the cave of the old tribe.

It didn't take long for these people to divide into two groups.

Some people followed the older female primitive woman who was leading the only cow in the tribe towards the front.

These people basically carry the burden.

On top of the burden are salt and pottery.

These are the goods exchanged from the Qingque tribe.

In addition to these, there are also food and other things that are carried on the road in the team.

This is the trade team of the old tribe, ready to set off again.

The former leader of the old tribe, together with the rest of the tribe who remained in the tribe, stood here, watching the old female primitives who had become the leaders of the tribe leave...

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The plan of the day is in the morning.

As the beginning of the day, in addition to the fresh air in the morning, there is also a unique tranquility.

When the old tribe was shrouded in morning mist, there was also some faint morning mist here in Jinguan City of the Qingque tribe.

The rice fields not far away, as well as the sweet millet stalk forest, became a little hazy in the morning mist.

On the water surface of the tribal fish pond, some naughty fish will float to it from time to time, leaving shallow circles of ripples.

In the waters in the distance, there are birds flapping their wings and singing, which looks like they are doing morning exercises.

"When~"

"When~"

"When~"

In this early morning, which was shrouded in mist and gave people a very quiet feeling, there were some very rhythmic voices, which sounded continuously according to their own rhythm.

Because it is quiet, the sound is extraordinarily distant and empty, giving people a feeling of tranquility.

Of course, this is not the bronze bell cast here in Jinguan City, which is hung on the branch of a big tree, and people are bumped there, living a life of morning bells and evening drums.

Instead, the simple water reed installed here in Jinguan City is working continuously.

Not far from Jinguan City, after modification and excavation by the people in the tribe, several water canals that are not too big have been created. There is a gap between the canals and the bottom.

Here, there are several primitive water reels.

It's the same as the original water reel installed by the main tribe of Qingque.

They always choose a thicker piece of wood, drill a hole horizontally in the middle of the end closer to the thicker end of the wood, put a strong wooden stick horizontally, and set it up, a bit like a seesaw.

It's just that this water pebble is not the same as a seesaw, which can maintain balance.

The thicker end of the water reel is heavier and is supported on the ground.

Clear and bright water flows over, passes through a small canal made of bamboo and other things propped there, and then turns into a stream of white and bright water, falls down, and pours into the raised end of the water pestle. In the sink that was pulled out.

With the continuous injection of water, the tail end of the water reel slowly becomes heavier and lowers, and the other end of the water reel begins to rise.

When the end of the water pestle dropped to a certain level, the water in the tank made a splashing sound and splashed out.

With the splashing of the water, the end of the water pestle became lighter, and the high-raised head of the water pestle quickly fell down.

Carrying the weight and speed brought by the descent of the water pestle, the wooden stick for pounding rice installed on it was hit hard into the stone mortar placed below.

Make a 'dang' sound.

After the rice placed in the stone mortar was hit like this, many of them took off their outer shells...

A female primitive guarding by the side saw that the rice in a stone mortar had been pounded, so she picked up a 'Y' shaped stick from the side and put it under the raised water pestle. .

In this way, the water pestle will not fall down, and the rice in the stone mortar can be cleaned with peace of mind.

She first used a bowl to dig out from the stone mortar, and put all the rice and rice bran that was dug out into the fine bamboo sieve on the side.

After the rice and rice bran in the stone mortar became less, it was difficult to dig out with a bowl, so she used her hands instead.

After cleaning up the rice and rice bran in the stone mortar, he scooped some rice from a bag on the side again with a ladle and put it into the stone mortar.

After doing this, he stood up, held the water pestle with one hand and lifted it up slightly, and held the tree stick below with the other hand, and removed it in coordination, and loosened the hand holding the water pestle along the way .

"When~"

The water pestle that lost its support fell down, and some rice grains on the edge trembled slightly.

After doing this, the woman didn't care about it anymore, but picked up the bamboo sieve and began to clean the chaff and rice that had just been put into it.

As the sieve was shaken back and forth, some fine chaff fell down one after another.

The rice sank to the bottom of the sieve, and the bran, which was too large to pass through the mesh, floated to the top.

When there were a lot of chaff floating on the top, the man stopped his movements, put the bamboo sieve on the ground, and held the chaff floating on top and gathered together with his hands...

Han Cheng, who also got up early, stood not far away, quietly watching this man pounding rice here.

His heart was as quiet as this quiet morning.

From her work, Han Cheng can feel a kind of tranquility and the beauty of work.

But after feeling such beauty for a while, Han Cheng gradually discovered some problems.

The problem is that the tools for pounding rice in the tribe are somewhat outdated.

This kind of tool for pounding rice only uses water power to liberate people from the heavy pounding of rice and improve some production efficiency.

This kind of tool has indeed brought a lot of convenience to the tribe, and made the people in the tribe pounding rice a lot easier.

However, with the development of time and the increase of tribal population and food such as rice and millet that need to be shelled and eaten, such water reels gradually cannot keep up with the current situation.

The speed, scale and efficiency of the rice it pounded could no longer keep up with the development speed of the Qingque tribe.

Perhaps, I should think of a way to improve this water reel!