I am a primitive

Han Cheng asked aloud.

"Son of God..."

They heard the sound and saw that after seeing Han Cheng, Xing cried out with tears in his eyes.

Han Cheng shuddered slightly. He always annoyed women to shed tears, and when he cried, he stopped playing, and it made people want to be irritable.

At this moment, Jian Xing and the others looked at him with tears in their eyes, and felt a little dizzy.

The point is that it's okay for these girls to cry, but what's the matter with Chen and these boys also tearing up?

Han came to ask about the situation, and after a while, he understood the whole story.

The root of the matter lies in the empty wooden shelf in his hand.

This wooden frame was originally used to hang wind chimes, but as the weather got warmer, the wind chimes made of ice finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Xing and the others especially like the wind chimes that are crystal clear and can make melodious sounds. When they saw the wind chimes melted and damaged, they couldn't help the sadness in their hearts and burst into tears.

The boys like Chen also liked these wind chimes very much. They didn't cry at first, but they were infected by Xing and the others' crying, and they also shed tears.

"I...I put it...in the water, it...it still melted..."

Xiaomei said sobbingly, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

Han Cheng has a big head, and this is really a problem. At this time, there is no refrigerator, and there is no saltpeter in the tribe. How can he make ice out of thin air?

Looking at these tearful people looking at him expectantly, Han Cheng felt that he shouldn't have gotten the wind chime out in the first place.

When Xing, Chen and others saw Shenzi groaning silently, they knew that Fengling was hopeless.

As the weather gets warmer, the ice and snow will melt. He and they also know that, but they just don't want such a beautiful wind chime to disappear.

"Son of God..."

Xing opened his mouth and said that he didn't want the wind chime anymore, but unexpectedly, Shenzi, who was thinking aside, suddenly smiled and said that he could make the wind chime well.

This surprised and delighted them, and at the same time, they were very curious about how Shenzi would fix the wind chimes, after all, the ice had already melted.

Han Cheng naturally has a solution, he asked these children to find some broken pottery fragments.

This thing is not lacking in the Qingque Tribe, especially near the kiln not far from the river.

After a while, these children picked up a small pile of pottery fragments, large and small.

Han Chengcheng mobilized them to drill holes in the pottery shards.

The eyes of the children who understood what the Son of God was going to do immediately lit up.

Yes, they only thought about using ice to make wind chimes, but they forgot that other things can also be used to make wind chimes!

Inspired by Han Cheng, Heiwa has already mastered the simple method of glazing pottery, that is, simply brush a layer of grass and wood ash on the mud embryo, and when the pottery is fired, the surface will become very smooth.

What these children found was also this kind of shiny and glazed pottery shards.

The empty ropes on the wooden shelf fell on large and small pottery fragments, and the sound they made when they collided with each other was even more pleasant.

Seeing the wind chimes swaying slightly in the breeze, the children all smiled and cheered around Shenzi.

Han Cheng also smiled.

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The breeze blows, the wind chimes under the eaves jingle, and the lazy spring sun shines down, warming the body.

Han Cheng sat at the foot of the south wall, holding a stick in his hand, and looked carefully in front of his eyes. His eyes were a little blurred, but he didn't see anything wrong with the stick.

He rubbed his sore eyes, and put the stick back in the clay basin at his feet.

The clay pot is dry, and there are some yellow and tender leaves in it, which are the newly drawn mulberry leaves this year.

He has never forgotten about the silkworms. Even if the silkworms are raised according to the current technical means, it is basically impossible to turn the thin silk into gorgeous silk, but Han Cheng never gave up raising silkworms. silkworm thoughts.

The current silkworms are still relatively primitive, and there is still a long way to go before they become mature silkworms. In this case, we should raise them on a small scale for the time being.

Not to make silk, but to breed silkworms that can produce bigger, just cocoons.

Compared with the improvement of weaving technology, the evolution of silkworm cocoons is undoubtedly more difficult, requiring long-term cultivation from generation to generation.

It will be too late to start cultivating silkworms when the means of weaving reach the level where silk can be used to weave silk.

Sitting here and waiting for a while, but still seeing silkworm larvae coming out of the silkworm seeds, Han Chengcheng put the small clay pot on the window sill and walked out of the courtyard.

Outside the Qingque Tribe, it was a busy labor scene at this time.

The people headed by the eldest brother, after a winter at this time, are digging something with a bone shovel on the ground that seems a lot softer.

They are not digging, they are digging holes.

The place where the pit was dug was on the east side of the Qingque tribe, in a clearing at the border with the forest, and beside the small river a little far away from the Qingque tribe.

These pits are dug almost every two meters.

Don't wonder why the digging is so accurate, because the lame lame is measuring with a two-meter-long stick.

These pits extend from the small river in the south to the foot of the mountain two or three miles away.

There are two rows of such pits.

Someone in front was digging a hole, and Shang at the back picked up a small sapling and put it in the dug hole. Following Shenzi's previous demonstration, he straightened the sapling. Seal it in and step on it as hard as possible with your feet.

After doing this, they took the bone shovel and the saplings, walked to the next pit, and then repeated the previous action.

Ruhua walked all the way from the river with a load of water, walked to the newly planted saplings, and put down the load.

Hold the rope on the pot with one hand, lift the bottom of the pot with the other, point the mouth of the pot at the hole where the newly planted tree is, and slowly tilt it down.

Cool, white water slipped out of the jug and fell into the tree hole.

Sometimes, when a jar of water is completely emptied, there will be one or two small fish jumping at the bottom of the jar.

If it was in the past, in the original tribe, Ruhua would have been very happy to secretly hide the little fish in her hand, find an opportunity where no one else could see, stuff the little fish into her mouth, chew nervously, and sincerely I feel lucky today.

But now, she would no longer do such a thing.

Three meals a day, every meal is full, and she is used to this kind of life. Looking back, she doesn't know how she survived and grew up so big...