I am a primitive

It is necessary to build a special shipyard for them to play freely.

Because the distance from the tribe is more suitable, and the water surface is relatively wide, it was chosen as the location for the construction of the shipyard.

The location where the shipyard was built was originally planted with a piece of hemp.

At this time, the hemp is basically considered mature, so under Han Cheng's order, the piece of hemp was harvested first.

Almost too late, almost too late, for the more important sailing boat, Han Cheng can still afford this loss.

"Son of God."

"Son of God."

As Han Cheng walked in, those people who were busy here greeted Han Cheng one after another.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded to them, responding one by one.

Here in the carpenter's room, without the presence of the lame group, it seemed a lot deserted.

Han Cheng went straight to the carpenter's room, and after a while, he took an ax and a saw.

He found some more wood, put it under the shade of the tree, and then started to get busy.

People will always change, and this change is mostly related to the living environment around them.

Having lived in such an era for such a long time, Han Cheng's hands-on ability also began to rise in a straight line.

Like carpentry.

Of course Han Cheng is not a professional.

But because of more contact in this era, the hands-on ability has been enhanced.

For some small things, if he doesn't want other people to do it, he can make it slowly with an ax and other tools.

And it can still be decent.

He first put a piece of wooden stick flat on the pier, lifted one foot to step on it, and stepped on it hard to fix it.

After doing these things, Han Cheng started sawing the wood with the saw in his hand...

While Han Cheng was working, a carpenter from the tribe came to talk to him.

After Han Cheng expressed that he wanted to explore slowly and didn't need the help of other people for the time being, no one came to bother him...

While the ax was being slashed and the plane was pushed, time passed by little by little, and the wood began to gradually become tangible...

In the carpenter's room, Han Cheng was sitting on a bench with something in front of him.

The shape of this thing looks a bit like a pulley used to draw water from a well, but there are still some gaps.

Han Cheng held the curved wooden handle with his hand, and turned it slightly with his hand, and the thing began to turn.

The wooden handle is connected to a piece of wood that is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, about thirty centimeters long.

As the wooden handle turns, the section of wood also moves.

In the middle of the top plane of the wood, seven wooden sticks the thickness of chopsticks are nailed, which are made of very strong wood.

Slots are carved on the sticks for easy tying of strings.

After shaking the wooden handle with his hands for a while, he felt that the shaking was very easy and smooth. Han Chengcheng stopped and started to pick up some fibers that had been put on the side, and began to fasten them to the small wooden stakes.

After the seven small wooden pillars were tied with fibers one by one, Han Chengcheng began to shake the handle of the tool.

The wooden handle drives the wooden pillar to rotate, and the wooden pillars nailed to the wooden pillar also rotate accordingly.

What rotates together are the fibers tied to the wooden posts.

This is the spinning machine that Han Cheng is trying to make.

Obviously this thing is not mature at all, but a particularly pure experiment.

It was just shaking and turning a few times with his hands, and Han Chengcheng had to stop his movements and start a new round of thinking.

There was a very obvious problem with this simple spinning machine just now.

The problem is that the fibers tied to the spinning machine will indeed rotate with the rotation of the spinning machine.

But because the other end of these fibers is not fixed, when rotating with the simple spinning machine, the whole fiber is rotating.

Under such circumstances, all the force that goes up to the rope through the rotation of the spinning machine will run away, which is tantamount to doing useless work.

If you want to prevent the strength that goes up to the rope from running away, you can only fix it.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng only came up with this way.

After realizing what he needed to do to solve this problem, Han Cheng thought about it for a while, and then he untied the fibers bound on the spinning machine, which was still in the experimental stage, and found Wood and tools came, followed by the sound of clanging and knocking.

The voice is not smooth, because Han Cheng's thinking is not smooth at all, and he often needs to stop and think for a while while doing it.

Sometimes it is enough to just pause for a while, and sometimes there is no movement for a long time...

With Han Cheng's unremitting efforts, something finally appeared.

This is something like a shelf.

On the shelf, there is a log corresponding to the simple spinning machine made by Han Cheng.

There are seven regular holes on the cylinder, corresponding to the seven chopstick-like sticks on the simple spinning machine.

Bai Xuemei stood here watching the fun, watching Han Cheng's movements seriously, with the look of a little girl in her eyes.

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of what Brother Cheng was doing now, and he was basically sure that what Brother Cheng was doing would not succeed, but it still couldn't stop Bai Xuemei from looking at Han Cheng with stars all over her face.

Generally speaking, women who are nympho or fall in love are like this.

Of course, if two people who have lived together for many years and created two or three children can still be called a romantic relationship...

Han Cheng placed it on the opposite side of the simple spinning machine. After adjusting the position, he began to tie three fibers to be synthesized into a small pillar of an experimental version of the spinning machine.

Han Cheng is very good at tying ropes. In the tribe, he can basically be called the originator.

Of course, the rope here is a relatively thick rope, not something that can't be counted as a few fibers combined and connected.

Bai Xuemei didn't eat dry food, she felt a little awkward seeing Han Cheng doing this, so Dang even came over to help Han Cheng do it.

Bai Xuemei, who has been dealing with these thin threads for many years, is naturally very handy when doing these things. After the thin fibers that some old men can't hold with their fingers are in her hands, they are just like some people. As if she was alive, in a short while, she had already tied fibers to the top of several small wooden pillars.