I am a primitive

Because the method this time was inspired by the Son of God, and everyone came up with it by observing the fish that can move flexibly in the water.

In this process, everyone is involved.

Moreover, everyone is also eager to know whether this method of applying the enlightenment obtained by observing animals to the tool making of their own tribe is good.

If it is really proven to be useful, there is no doubt that a brand new and extremely wide door will be opened to them!

Inspired by this matter, their thinking will become broader and their vision will be more long-term.

It will move from a narrow, fixed place to more places.

Once such a thing happens, there will naturally be a lot of benefits for the Qingque Tribe!

This will promote the development of Qingque tribe and make Qingque tribe better.

A pioneer surnamed Ma once said that the hand mill brought about the society of feudal lords, and the steam mill brought about the society of industrial capitalists.

This sentence can reveal to a great extent how tools, or the science behind these tools, have played a role in the progress of human society.

And as far as Han Cheng knows, even in the later generations he lives in, where technology is already very advanced, by observing creatures, and finally getting inspiration from them, and finally getting all kinds of weird high-end things, things have always been happening. It is happening and will continue to happen.

Looking at the carpenters in the carpenter's room who were engrossed and busy with their faces, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile.

Before this matter started, he only wanted to use this method to solve the problems encountered in manufacturing sailboats for the tribe.

But now it seems that in addition to solving this problem, the people of their own tribe will get bigger, more, and better things...

The sun disappears on the horizon.

The land without the sun shining on it is still stuffy, but it is still much better, at least there is no burning feeling of the sun shining directly on the body.

The sun disappeared and dusk fell. Not only did the tribe not become silent, but it became more lively...

The Qingque tribe at night is probably the most comfortable time during the busy farming season.

The weather is much cooler, and everyone is relatively relaxed.

The sky is full of stars inlaid in the deep night sky, and a wide luminous belt stretches across the sky, which is extraordinarily beautiful.

In the distance outside the courtyard, there will be some sounds of beating gongs, and there will be dots of fire flickering.

This is the night watchman in the tribe, inspecting the threshing grounds in the distance and the unharvested millet fields, worried that something would come and spoil the precious food in the tribe.

Little fires are shining, and sometimes it is not clear whether it is the stars in the sky or the fires on the ground.

In the courtyard of the tribe, many people fell asleep, enjoying the coolness of the night.

Some adults still hold fans made of large grass blades or large leaves of bamboo shoots after shelling, lying there shaking slowly, fanning the wind for themselves and the sleeping children beside them, and along the way Get rid of annoying mosquitoes.

After washing, the people lying here feel extremely comfortable.

Under the night, the Qingque master tribe was quiet, just like this quiet night.

However, there is also a place where the lights are still on.

This is the carpenter's room of the Qingque Tribe.

Under the light of the fire, many people in the carpenter's room are busy.

Lame and everyone else involved in building the ship were there.

As everyone was busy, something had already appeared in front of everyone at this time.

This thing has a strange style and is divided into two parts.

On top is a long wooden handle.

At the lower end of the wooden handle is a thing made of wooden boards.

The shape of this thing is a big fish tail.

This is the rudder they made.

The sailboat that was carried to the river for half a day to experiment yesterday was also carried to the courtyard of the carpenter's room again at this time.

At this time, a wooden post has been installed directly behind the stern.

There was also a hole made on the top of the wooden pillar, from the front to the back.

Standing here with a limp, bending over, he carefully looked at this fishtail-shaped thing.

After seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, he picked it up and installed it on the stern.

The handle of the rudder was stuck in the groove of the wooden post installed at the stern, moved up and down for a while, adjusted the position, and made a mark with a charcoal pencil, then removed it, and then someone began to drill with a hand drill hole.

After the hole is drilled, clamp the rudder into the wooden post again, align the hole on the wooden post with the hole on the rudder, and put an iron rod through it.

The gap opened on the top of the wooden post is very large, much wider than the wooden handle, and there is still a lot of space to get it stuck inside.

This is left out on purpose.

In this case, the rudder is stuck inside and there is a lot of room for movement.

After putting it on, Limp thought about it, then climbed onto the sailboat with the help of a stool, stood on it, held the handle of the rudder with his hand and shook it back and forth for a while to feel it.

With his shaking, the part of the rudder like a fish's tail also swayed from side to side.

After feeling it for a while, Limp shook his head.

He felt that the side to side swing of the tail under the rudder was still too small.

When they observed the fish today, they found that when the fish turned, especially when they turned around, their tails were bent a lot.

The swing can exceed the head of the front of the fish.

But now, the rudder obviously cannot swing far beyond the widest point of the hull.

Lame stood here watching for a while, then pulled out the iron rod, removed the rudder, and found a tool to thicken the hole on the rudder again.

And let people widen the gap of the wooden post again without affecting the sturdiness of the wooden post at the stern.

After a while of beating and beating, it was rested and assembled again.

Limp boarded the sailboat again, stood on it, held the tiller handle of the rudder and swung it left and right, and carefully observed the swinging range of the rudder tail.

Compared with the time before the rest, the swing range is much larger.

But after watching it for a while, I was still not very satisfied.