I am a primitive

It's like the fish under the layers of lotus leaves, taking advantage of the silence of the morning, quietly floating to the surface and leaning on the shore.

I don't know if it has been raised in captivity in the pond for a long time, or because it has lived here since it was born.

This fish, about as long as chopsticks, is not afraid of people, even if it sees Han Cheng coming, it still stays here quietly.

"Whoa~"

This still fish seemed to be asleep, flicked its tail violently, splashed some waves, left some air bubbles, turned around very decisively and quickly, dived into the depths of the pond, and disappeared.

Dashenzi Han, who had just made the judgment of maturation in his heart, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

These days, even a fish is so disrespectful and unwilling to cooperate with the performance.

Complaining like this in his heart, Han Cheng was taken aback suddenly, staring at the water surface to find the fish that had disappeared.

In his mind, the scene of the fish turning around very nimbly and diving far away kept flashing.

There seems to be some inspiration flashing in my mind, some very important things are about to come out, but there are always some things missing.

Fish live in the water, and they seem to be very flexible when turning in the water. It is just a flick of the tail, and it is done very quickly.

A flick of the tail...

Tail……

Han Cheng tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, grasping the inspiration and thinking at a high speed.

If the boat is also equipped with a tail, will the boat be able to turn very flexibly in the water?

Even if it is not as flexible as a fish, it is still enough to use!

When this idea appeared in Han Cheng's mind, Han Cheng couldn't help but get excited.

Because he felt that he had already found the key thing and was able to solve this matter!

After thinking for a while full of excitement, the excitement on Han Cheng's face gradually solidified, and his complexion began to become extraordinarily complicated and exciting.

After going on for a while, Han Cheng suddenly raised his hand and patted himself on the forehead a few times.

Very annoyed.

Han Cheng was really annoyed.

For not long after he had thought, through the tail of the fish, of putting a tail on the boat to help it turn, and from that inspiration he thought of some other things.

The name of this thing is a rudder!

Something specially used to control the direction of the ship.

The boats driven by the machines of later generations basically use the rudder, or something similar developed from the rudder to control the direction of the boat!

However, such a thing, such a very proficient thing that has already been applied by later generations, he himself did not think of it before!

On this matter, Han Cheng's thinking fell into a misunderstanding.

It is a misunderstanding, rather it is his life experience that limits his imagination.

For boats, what Han Cheng was most impressed with and had the most contact with was the kind of small boat with sculls on the river in his hometown in later generations, which was used to ferry people back and forth.

In the summer and autumn seasons of some years, you can also meet some people who pay to rent such a boat, go all the way down from the upstream, pass through the river section of their village, and go to the downstream reservoir area to find when it rains and floods, because Relatives who catch fish and other things, and are washed away by the flood.

Of course, this is not the scariest thing. The most frightening thing is that one of Han Cheng’s cousins ​​and some people in Murakami felt that the net was pulling extra heavy at night when they collected the net at night. He was overjoyed when he caught a big fish, and then pulled out a dead body stuck to the net...

Han Cheng's thoughts diverged a little.

He shook his head, bringing his thoughts back to the boat.

The boats I came into contact with when I was a child were slid by hand. Whether it was going forward, backward, or turning, it was done by two oars.

The rudder is not used at all, so there is no rudder on it.

As for later, Han Cheng also took a yacht twice, a yacht in a scenic spot that uses the lake as a tourist attraction.

But it didn't help, because he was always sitting in the seat, or standing there, and never entered the cockpit...

This is also the main reason why he waited until he saw the tail of the fish and thought about it for a while before he suddenly remembered something like the rudder.

After a while, Han Cheng finally recovered a lot of calm.

He no longer entangled in this matter, but put all his thoughts on the rudder.

After staying here for a while, Han Cheng turned around and walked towards the tribe, heading straight for the carpenter's room.

There was a lot of joy and excitement on his face.

Of course, this is not because he will be able to reap the shock from Lai and others immediately, but because this problem will be solved immediately, and the sailing ship of his tribe will soon become more perfect.

Such a thing, just thinking about it in your heart, makes people feel very excited.

All the way to the carpenter's room in a hurry, Han Cheng stopped when he was about to enter the courtyard of the carpenter's room.

He stood here, pulled his clothes a few times with his hands, and adjusted his expression very seriously.

All the excitement on his face was restrained, and after confirming that his expression and state had become very indifferent, he took a leisurely pace, pretending that nothing had happened, and walked into the The courtyard of the carpenter's room.

"Son of God."

"Son of God."

At this time, the carpenters who needed work had already gathered here, and had been doing work here for a while.

Seeing Han Cheng, the boss of the tribe, coming, everyone greeted them one after another.

Han Cheng nodded to them one by one with a smile, and continued to walk inside.

When he just walked in, Han Chengcheng had already seen the lameness.

Limp was sitting on the innermost chair with a backrest, looking like he was thinking about something.

The lame leg has been injured, not only the lame problem, but also the injured part is prone to pain.

Now that he is lame, he is not young anymore. In addition, he has the spirit of a desperate Saburo. Over the years, he has been working hard, forgetting to eat and sleep, rushing to the forefront of the most tribal carpentry and weaving. Under the guidance of Han Cheng, the son of God, A blunt person created three genres in the tribe.

During this process, Lai did a lot of things that are very commendable, but he didn't give anything.

His body has dropped a lot compared to before.

That's why I often sit on a chair with a backrest.