I am a primitive

The whole Qingque tribe was very happy, and the son of God did not disappoint them, saying that mud can make good things, so he made them!

Under the leadership of Wu, the crowd performed another sacrifice in the cave to thank the gods.

The sacrificial offerings are not food, but pottery just out of the kiln.

In front of the totem pole, the witch wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff spoke a language that Han Cheng and other people in the cave could not understand, communicating with the gods that he had never sensed before.

Thanks to the gods for sending the Son of God to their tribe and bringing boundless grace to the tribe,

Among Wu Gupu's spells that no one could understand, the word 'Tao' popped up from time to time, which was taught to him by Han Cheng not long ago.

This made the priest, who was supposed to be full of mystery, look a bit out of play, and Han Cheng even wanted to laugh, because it made him feel like a prank had succeeded.

The sacrificial ceremony lasted for about three to 10 minutes, and it ended only after Wu was dripping with sweat.

The children in the tribe were more excited than one, especially the six or seven children who personally participated in making pottery.

Lame also grinned, for this was pottery making, which he also participated in.

Limp used his actions to prove once again the importance of following a good boss. For example, on the battlefield, the general's personal guards usually die less than others...

The elder brother was also very happy, because Han Cheng gave him a bowl.

For ordinary things, such as prey, the elder brother as the leader has absolute distribution rights, but this time is different, what appears this time is a new thing, which was created by the gods inspired by the son of God, which has never been seen in the history of the tribe. It has never appeared before, and the senior brother did not dare to act rashly.

Han Cheng didn't notice these things. In his subconscious mind, he felt that this was something he led the people to create, and he already had the right to distribute these items.

This is not because he is too maverick, but because a lot of his thinking is still unconsciously influenced by later generations, and he is not used to this kind of public ownership system in the tribe.

Among the eight pieces of pottery, besides the big vat made by Hei Wa, there are also two jars and five bowls.

Crocks and jars are public goods, while bowls are more private.

Han Cheng gave the best bowl to Wu, and kept the second one for himself, and the remaining three, one for each of the three seniors.

No one has any objections to this distribution method, because this is how they distribute food on weekdays.

Even Lame, who was busy with work, had no objection either. Like those children, he was just a little envious, and didn't think there was anything wrong with Han Cheng's assignment.

There are too few jars and pots, and they are not enough at all, but there is no need to worry. Now the facts have proved that this method of firing pottery is feasible, and it only needs to spend a little more time in the future to supplement what is lacking.

The food they hunted yesterday was enough, so the big brother and the others didn't go out to hunt today. Instead, following Han Cheng's order, they followed the children to the river and participated in the pottery making business.

Han Cheng asked for a while, and asked them all to learn from Hei Wa.

This made Heiwa a little nervous, but at the same time, he also felt that he had a lot of face and a great responsibility. He did things meticulously, and took the trouble to demonstrate and pass on experience to everyone.

Han Cheng watched from the side.

People probably have something they are good at, such as pottery making.

At the end of the day, there are three or four people who do very well, and most of the rest are at the middle level, either above or below, and there are a few who do particularly poorly, such as the second senior brother.

At the end of the day, I was sweating all over my body and muddy my face, but I didn't make a decent one.

It is precisely because of the differences in people that there is a division of labor and cooperation. Putting people in their areas of expertise and doing what they are good at is a good way to improve production efficiency.

So after today's day, Han Cheng made personnel arrangements, let the four best adult primitive people, in their spare time, that is, when they don't need to hunt and fish, specialize in making mud embryos and the like, while The rest, according to their respective characteristics, respectively carry out work such as digging, mixing mud, collecting hay, and crushing hay.

Of course, it was all done without affecting the normal life of the tribe. After all, getting food is the tribe's top priority.

A large batch of mud embryos made a few days ago can be burned, but Han Cheng did not carry out this work, because he has not figured out why his yield rate would be so low after the same method.

If you fail once, you must find out some experience from it, otherwise it will not make much sense to keep repeating it.

Chapter 31 The Big Impact of Simple Truths

The night was quiet, and it took a long time for the small flame at the entrance of the cave to shake feebly, as if it was about to fall asleep like everyone in the cave.

The old primitive man kept vigil by the fire, and would put a little firewood into it from time to time.

Keeping the flames from extinguishing is a very important task.

The emergence and utilization of fire is a great leap in the history of human evolution!

The tribe has also mastered the method of drilling wood to make fire, but it is too troublesome to drill wood for fire. It is not as convenient as it is now, and it is more convenient to send people to guard it day and night.

Anyway, these two old primitive people are also getting old, and the rest of the work is basically impossible.

With a leather covering under his body and a thick layer of withered grass under the leather, Han Cheng's sleeping place is more comfortable than that of ordinary people. He would have already fallen asleep at this time in the past, but tonight, he has no mood to sleep.

There are generally only two reasons for insomnia at night, one is sleeping too much during the day, and the other is something on the mind.

In later generations, the first reason can basically be ruled out.

As Han Cheng who came from later generations, the first reason can also be ruled out, because he didn't even close his eyes during the day.

The reason why he can't sleep at night is because his mind is full of pottery.

He kept recalling every step of the pottery made by the old grandma in his memory, and then compared the procedures he performed this time, trying to find out the reason for such a large gap between the two.

He has been thinking about this matter from day to night and then into the night, but he still doesn't have much clue.

Although he found three suspicious places, Han Cheng always felt that this was not the main reason for the large number of broken pottery.

Han Cheng sat up from the 'bed', put on a leather coat, put on animal skin socks, and walked to the outer cave. He has a habit brought from later generations, that is, if he can't sleep at night, he likes to get up at night.

The old primitive man who kept watch at night was used to people going out at night to solve their physical problems.

Every time someone got up, he would turn his head and take a look. If it was an adult, he would sit next to the fire and not get up. If it was a child, he would get up and help the child open the heavy stone door.

This is also one of his responsibilities.

When the old primitive man heard the footsteps, he turned his head habitually, and after recognizing that the person who came was the Son of God, he quickly got up.

Before Han Cheng could make a sound, he had skillfully opened the stone door.

There was silence outside, only the bright stars inlaid on the dark blue sky, which looked extraordinarily clear and beautiful, far from the night sky that passed through several layers of smog and passed through the neon lights everywhere in the later generations.

In the night, from time to time, there would be a few distant roars of beasts that seemed to blend into the night, which were chanted by the still ruling prehistoric bosses in the night.

The air was cold in the morning in spring, and it was not too much in the evening. Although it had not reached the level of freezing, Han Cheng, who had just come out of the cave, couldn't help shivering several times, so that even the crystal clear The water column has become a little skewed.

Han Cheng was exerting his strength. He wanted to quickly drain the water in his body and return to the warm cave.

"Snapped!"

Han Cheng didn't go back, nor did he fall into the pit because of too much force to urinate, but raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the forehead.