I am a primitive

How awkward the little spindle is in my hand.

It may be due to nature, women seem to be very patient with this kind of work that needs to be repeated repeatedly, rubbing it again and again, and there is no sign of impatience.

So in the matter of rubbing the rope at night, the main force is the women in the tribe.

Of course, there will also be other types, such as the "mason" wood who forcibly ground a bone into bone needles under Han Cheng's guidance.

It may have something to do with his personality. When he does this thing that most men are unwilling to do, he also looks enthusiastic, and he rubs faster than most women, and the quality is also high.

Han Cheng sat cross-legged on the heated kang, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the wooden door and the window, he was constantly thinking about burning charcoal.

Having learned from his experience in firing pottery, although he was eager to know the result, he didn't immediately remove the seal to see.

And wait, wait until tomorrow to see the specific results, if feasible, expand the production scale according to this method, if not, then find a way.

After some thinking to no avail, Han Cheng could only relieve himself in this way, then quickly took off his clothes and got into the warm bed to sleep.

Life is like this, there are always endless things to do, endless difficulties to solve, if you have to worry about everything, then this life is too tiring, you still have to sleep when you should sleep, and eat when you should eat , Raise your spirit and body well, and you will have the capital to fight hard.

Wu obviously didn't understand the true meaning of life. He was buried in the pile of furs, with his eyes open in the darkness, looking at the room completely enveloped in darkness, unwilling to fall asleep.

He was still thinking about that thought that would make people tremble with excitement just by thinking about it...

The night wind shook the doors and windows, trying to get in, and tore the last bit of warmth to pieces, making the whole world tremble under its envelope.

It's a pity that the inner and outer sides of the wooden row door are densely wrapped with airtight fur, and the windows are also covered by fur.

Its despotic power has no place to display here, and it roared and tore through most of the night without destroying this small house built by human hands bit by bit, so it could only die down in the end.

The people who fell asleep beautifully on the warm kang in a warm room did not know that they were not affected by the cold wind at all. They slept soundly and deeply...

This winter is not too cold.

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Han Cheng looked a little disappointed at the unburned sticks that were revealed after the soil was dug up.

This method really does not burn carbon.

The sticks that were pulled out were very similar to those that were burning and were suddenly extinguished by water. They were all covered with black carbon on the outside, and unburned wood inside.

This thing is far from the carbon that Han Cheng has seen in later generations, and it cannot be called carbon at all.

Although he felt that this method was a bit mysterious before he opened it, he still had some expectations. Now that he opened it and the truth came out, it was inevitable that he would be a little disappointed.

Wu, who stood watching from the sidelines, was also full of disappointment.

He had been expecting last night that there would be some changes in the firewood that was solemnly buried in the soil by the Son of God, and it would be best if more firewood could grow out.

Seeing that the result is actually like this now, he also feels uncomfortable.

I feel that the Kangzhuang road I thought of is far away from the tribe, and there are faint signs of being completely sealed by thorns...

Han Cheng is now a little distressed. He only has a half-knowledge of charcoal firing. The first attempt failed, and he has no good way to think of it for a while.

He looked at the people who were watching him because he didn't know why, and let them continue to do the work that they didn't finish yesterday.

Tietou and others went to harvest the thatch, and the lame and wood cut the wood pieces and burned them in the fire before polishing them.

Han Cheng squatted by the messy fire pit, picked up a piece of blackened wood that was burnt outside, and studied it carefully in front of his eyes, his eyes showed a look of thought.

In this situation, Han Cheng suddenly wanted to recite a poem, which was the famous "The Charcoal Seller" written by Bai Juyi.

It's not about the difficulty of burning charcoal, the difficulty of sympathizing with the old man, or the indignation about the disturbance of the people in the palace city, but because of this, it reminds me of some experiences of the charcoal seller in burning charcoal.

The charcoal seller cuts firewood and burns charcoal in Nanshan.His face is dusty and smoky, his temples are gray and his fingers are black...

The first two sentences of this article describe the hardships of the charcoal seller burning charcoal, but Han Cheng has seen something else through this layer.

It is his method of burning charcoal that really doesn't work.

Because judging from the experience of the charcoal seller, he is very likely to be a loner, old and weak. If he uses the method Han Cheng used to burn charcoal, not to mention the rest, he will just cover the burning firewood with sand. This is very difficult to do.

Because the covering is slow, these branches are all burned by fire, where will there be carbon?

Han Cheng didn't know what others read from "The Charcoal Seller", but he did read from it at this time that his method was not good, although he couldn't explain the reason clearly.

Wu stayed here with Han Cheng for a while, then got up and went back to the tribe. After hesitating for a while, he came to the edge of the rabbit circle, where he lay down and licked the rabbits every day.

It's just that compared with the past, today when he was stroking the rabbit, he seemed a little absent-minded.

Han Cheng squatted there thinking for a long time. When he stood up, his legs lost all intuition. After staying in place for a while, he gradually came out of this sour feeling.

He called Hei Wa, and together they carried the firewood to the clay kiln near the small river.

As the weather gets colder, Hei Wa has not made pottery clay for several days.

Together with Han Cheng, Heiwa put the firewood he was carrying on the edge of the earthen kiln. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. The last batch of clay embryos were fired a few days ago. What did Chai come to the kiln for?

Do you want to use this kiln to burn charcoal?

Heiwa is not a stupid person, and he quickly guessed Han Cheng's intentions when he got in touch with what Shenzi had done before.

It's just that the incomprehension in my heart is more intense.

The entire tribe counts him as the one who has dealt with this earthen kiln a lot. The earthen kiln is well ventilated, and after putting in firewood and lighting it, it will burn blazingly.

Now that the Son of God brought so much firewood and put it into the kiln, wouldn't it all be burned?Where can there still be the kind of charcoal that the child of God said...

Han Cheng was also thinking about this matter in his heart, but he didn't have much idea. He could only do a little experiment, looking for experience from repeated failures.

With the help of Heiwa, firewood was placed in the kiln where the mud embryos were originally placed, and firewood was placed in the bottom of the kiln.

The top of the earthen kiln was blocked by two large pottery panels, Hei Wa took out the original fire booklet and blown out the flames, then looked at Shenzi inquiringly.

Han Cheng naturally knew what Heiwa meant, hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly.

After receiving Han Cheng's confirmation again, Hei Wa didn't hesitate anymore, first lit the dry grass, and then lit the dry wood. Not long after, the matches at the special stove under the earthen kiln were already burning blazingly.

Not long after, the firewood placed in the kiln also started to burn.

So much firewood was burned together, and the fire was very strong. Even though the earthen kiln was covered with pottery panels, the hot flames still came out from the gaps around them, and rose high.

Hei Wa looked at all this, and suddenly remembered that Shen Zi had someone cover the burning firewood with sand yesterday, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

After all, this kiln has great uses, and he spent a lot of effort to build this kiln. Wouldn't it be a pity if it was buried like this?