I am a primitive

Under his unblinking gaze, the parachute that flew into the air rolled a few times in the air, opened quickly, and then fell down unsteadily.

The look of surprise on Shitou's face became more intense.

He came to the edge of the parachute in three steps at a time. After picking it up, he threw it into the air again.

After the stone's happiness lasted for a while, it suddenly disappeared, because he suddenly realized something very serious.

Although the thing made by Shenzi can slow down the falling speed of heavy objects, it cannot make things fly up.

Only when there is wind, can it fly up for a while, but it will land again soon.

And the premise of using it is to fall in the sky, only in this way can it play a role.

In this way, the problem comes.

How can I go up to the sky beforehand?

Seeing that the knot in the stone had been untied, Han Dashen, who was ready to do things and brushed his clothes, and then went to dig a hole to build a flower bed, paused and stopped.

Turning around, he looked up and down at the stone.

No wonder many rulers in ancient times liked to implement the policy of ignoring the people. The people here are too smart, and it really is not easy to handle.

It has become so difficult to fool around.

This is to force myself to find ways to make Kongming lanterns!

It's just that this thing is quite difficult to do at this time.

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"This can't fly?

Just wait, I'll make one that can fly. "

On the surface, Dashenzi Han said to Shishi very calmly.

Stone holding a small snakeskin parachute suddenly became cheerful again.

Surprised and delighted, seeing Han Cheng, he wished he could kick his ass a few times.

Don't you know how difficult it is to make a Kongming lantern at this time?

Han Cheng, with a smile on his face, actually had ten thousand strange animals in his heart at this moment, rushing away and whizzing by.

"Go and chop a bamboo pole and come back, chop it from the root."

Han Cheng handed the stone head to Shishi and said to Shishi.

Shitou was more excited than the chicken blood at the moment, agreed, and carried the hammer on his shoulders, and went out of the courtyard at a speed faster than a rabbit, rushing towards the bamboo forest all the way with smoke and dust billowing.

Seeing the stone quickly leave the courtyard gate, Han Cheng, who was standing with his hands behind his back, with a calm and indifferent smile on his face, his complexion suddenly collapsed.

Squatting down on the ground, holding his head with his hands, he sucked the teeth slowly.

Children who like to be serious and love learning too much can't afford to be hurt, this will make it difficult for Master!

This is Han Cheng's silent wail.

Ordinarily, it is only a Kongming lantern, and its structure is very simple. In later generations, the riverside square was only five yuan each during the Lantern Festival. This shows that its structure is simple and the cost is low.

The problem is that the times are different, and materials that are extremely common in later generations can make people miserable at this time.

There is no thin paper or glue sheet, and it can be replaced by punched snake skin. This guy is equally thin and airtight.

The skeleton inside can be tied with broken thin bamboo strips without too much weight.

You can use some sackcloth leftovers for the fire, soak it in large oil or turpentine, and it can be dealt with casually. These three points are all very easy to solve.

The point is that the material used to tie the oiled sackcloth under the Kongming lanterns is an embarrassing thing to lose your hair.

Ordinary hemp twines will definitely not work. If you use them to bind, I am afraid that the Kongming lanterns will spontaneously ignite before they fly into the sky.

Even if it is replaced with leather ropes and animal tendons, the effect will not be much different. It is estimated that the rope will be burnt, the fireball will fall from the sky, and the lamp made of snakeskin will also fall when flying less than two meters high. .

The best material is soft iron wire.

The problem is that there isn't any.

Not to mention the thin and soft iron wires, even other copper wires, steel wires, aluminum wires... everything that has anything to do with metal, the Qingque tribe doesn't have it at all.

The metal products he owns are only hammers, iron brazing, axes... this big guy.

Don't say that these things can't be used to bind the oiled cloth and connect it with the Kongming Lantern. Even if they can, Han Cheng won't do it.

The reason is very simple. To manufacture such a heavy thing, how big a Kongming lantern and how big a flame do you need?

This is really a deadly problem.

"Brother Cheng, you... what are you doing squatting on the ground?"

While thinking hard and melancholy, Bai Xuemei's voice suddenly sounded from behind. Han Cheng, who hadn't noticed Bai Xuemei's arrival at all, was taken aback.

Looking up at this woman who walks silently and is still a minor in future generations, Han Cheng suppressed his shock and said, "I'm tired of digging, squat down and have a rest."

Lies come.

He wouldn't talk about the things that were embarrassing by the Kongming Lantern even if he was killed.

After all, God Son Han is also a person who wants face.

As a person who came from a later life, but was stumped by such a small thing, how could it be easy to say?

Especially in front of Bai Xuemei, she couldn't say that she couldn't do it.

"Then... why are you holding your head?"

The questioning from the soul continued, and Han Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart.

Sure enough, the deepest hurt always comes from those closest to us.

However, the critical attack from Bai Xuemei's inquisitive style is obviously not over yet.

Seeing that Han Cheng didn't answer, she tilted her head and thought for a while, then said joyfully as if she had figured something out: "I see, I must rest with my head in my arms, and I'll recover faster."

While speaking, he squatted down beside Han Cheng, imitating Han Cheng, holding his head in his hands, looking very much like two Chinese cabbages waiting to be stolen.