I am a primitive

Such a simple thing, I can't figure it out.

There are still many things that they can't figure out. After Han Dashenzi let another bamboo pole get through and tied to the other side of the three vertical pillars, Zhuang's head-slapping speed became faster, just like a water peg. .

The two bamboo poles poured water into the water tank of the water pestle at the same time, and the time between the water pestle falling together and falling was directly shortened by half.

In other words, according to the current frequency, three water pestles can exceed the normal speed of one person pounding rice.

Moreover, the wooden sticks used for pounding rice under the water pestle are thicker, and the stone mortar below is also larger than the stone mortar used for pounding rice by hand, so that more millet can be pounded out at one time.

While everyone was waiting, the millet in the stone mortar was gradually smashed out of its shell.

Seeing this, the red Zhuang and the blue and white flowers on their foreheads were about to go and clean up the pounded millet in the mortar, but they were stopped by Han Cheng.

After adding another bamboo tube, the speed of the water reel became faster, and the time interval in between was not enough for people to get out the millet inside.

If you do this, it is easy to be injured by the water pestle.

Han Cheng found a wooden pillar that he ordered someone to bring here before, and when the water reel was raised, he stood it near the horizontal bar to support the tree trunk. Feel free to take out the millet in the mortar and clean it up without getting too flustered.

After refilling the millet in the stone mortar, the standing wood supported below was brought down, and the water reel continued to work tirelessly...

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Autumn is getting stronger, and there is a chill in the morning air.

The people of the Qingque tribe have moved away from 'fashion-forward' bikinis to clothing made from fur.

The clothes they wear now are made of relatively thin leather. When the weather gets colder, they will change into thicker clothes.

As the pottery and salt were continuously transported out by the hardworking donkey tribe, the skins of the Qingque tribe became more and more abundant.

At a tributary in the upper reaches of the small river, Zhuang and Qinghua, who were wearing straw sandals, were using a dustpan and a small sieve made of coarse linen and wood to clean up the millet pounded by the water pestle.

At this time, there were as many as four water reels here.

The four water reels are all filled with two bamboo tubes, one after another, like four big roosters pecking rice and eating.

A sound that seemed somewhat empty came from here, spreading out towards the field in the early morning, making the surroundings even more peaceful.

Zhuang and Qinghua looked at these water pestles, and their hearts became more and more joyful.

In the past, when they pounded rice for half a day, their backs ached and they had no strength, but now it is completely different.

With the water pestle, the two of them can pound rice non-stop all day without feeling too tired.

Because the water pestles are indefatigable, now that the four hydraulic pestles are in full swing, they can pound more rice in one day than they did in two days in the past.

Ordinarily, with such efficiency, they don't have to wake up so early to pound rice. They only need to pound rice for half a day every day, which is enough for the people in the tribe to eat.

They thought the same way at first, but after Shenzi told them that winter was coming and the river was about to freeze, the two immediately became diligent.

Yes, in winter, when the river freezes, the water mill can no longer be used. Think about the situation of holding a stick in your hand and pounding rice in the cold winter, and the two of them immediately become extremely diligent.

At this time, it is better to pound some millet and store it while the water pestle is still available.

In this way, when the cold winter comes, they can stay in the warm room and twist the twine, or when the sun is just right, they can sit in the lee with other people in the tribe, basking in the sun while making Some shoes, gloves and the like...

"Crash..."

The calm water surface was broken, a stick with a wooden hook was withdrawn from the water, and along with it came out a bundle of hemp that had soaked in the water for a long time.

The hemp has been soaked beyond recognition, the hemp skin has peeled off, revealing white fibers, and the whole bundle of hemp is covered with a slippery, dark green layer.

With the appearance of this bundle of hemp, the smell that was originally trapped under the water suddenly diffused, filling the nostrils of everyone around.

The hemp retting produced by the Qingque tribe this year was grown by the tribe themselves.

Because of the lack of a round-trip journey to Yau Ma Tei, even if it took a little more time to make it, it was far earlier than last year.

The people of the Qingque tribe have already experienced the benefits and many uses of linen, so they are very motivated to start peeling the linen now.

Compared with other jobs, peeling hemp is very troublesome, but it is not tiring, so most of the people peeling hemp here today are the old, weak and some not very strong people of the Qingque tribe.

The elder brother took ten or twenty of the strong ones away, carrying stone shovels, bone shovels, and some tree ferns, all the way to Yanshan.

It's not to make salt there, but to go to the spring on the edge of the salt mountain, dig traps, and catch some prey for the winter.

After all, rabbits can only trap some small prey with these traps, and they are powerless to deal with big ones.

The Yanshan spring is now a good hunting place, because the people of the Qingque tribe often cook salt there, the water there is more or less salty, so after the people who boiled salt in the tribe left, More and more animals go there to drink water.

Senior brother and the others had thought of hunting there before, but Han Cheng didn't agree. Now that there are traps and they are relatively free, it is a good time to harvest a wave.

The animals there are indeed about to be harvested. Otherwise, when there are more and more people, the people of the Qingque tribe may be attacked if they cook salt.

Han Cheng did not intervene in the peeling of hemp this time. In fact, he has not intervened in this work since he taught everyone how to operate it last year. It's not that he is too lazy, but that the taste is too touching.

While everyone was peeling the hemp, Han Chengli looked downstream by the small river.

Occasionally, yellowing or reddish leaves drift away with the current.

Bai Xuemei, who had changed into braids, stood beside Han Cheng and looked down the river together.

She knew that Brother Cheng was waiting for people from the tribe she was originally from.

Counting the time, the people of the Fire Tribe should have arrived at this time, why are they still missing?

Looking at the empty river, Han Cheng was worried and impatient.

In the plan he conceived, the Fire Tribe was a very important part.

It is also a long line he placed.

If people from the Fire Tribe don't come this year, it means that all the things he imagined about the Fire Tribe will basically become fantasy.

Not only will the Qingque Tribe's textiles be affected, but the longer-term development and expansion in the future will also be affected to a certain extent.

"Brother Cheng, look!"

While thinking about it like this, Bai Xuemei who was on the side suddenly let out a voice of surprise and pointed to the lower reaches of the river.

The small river, which wasn't too wide at first, turned into a bright belt after flowing down for a while, and the distance was pulled far away.

On the originally empty belt, a few black shadows suddenly appeared at this moment.

Those are a few standing figures!