I am a primitive

This little apprentice had only recently learned carpentry, and it was normal for him to be unskilled in drawing lines. When those apprentices followed him to learn carpentry in the past, they were not very good at drawing lines at first.

Such things are lamely understandable.

The reason why he seemed a little angry at this time was because he saw the little apprentice wiping his tears.

Everyone will encounter difficulties. When encountering difficulties, find a way to overcome them. Wiping tears there, lameness is the most unbearable thing to look at.

And this little apprentice was already very anxious, but now that he was told by the lame, he became even more anxious.

Although he really wanted to stop his tears, he couldn't hold back no matter what.

Seeing this scene, the lame frown deepened, and the two people who originally wanted to help him draw the line stopped what they were doing.

In the Qingque tribe, it is really not very popular to cry when encountering suffering.

"what happened?"

Han Cheng, who came out of the pottery workshop and walked towards here, asked after seeing the situation here.

"Son of God, he draws lines..."

Most primitive people have a straightforward temper, so Lai told the matter directly in front of the little apprentice.

The little apprentice who was already crying straight down, the tears fell hard, and the whole body was twitching, the kind that couldn't be held back.

After Han Cheng knew the situation, he smiled at the lame, asked about the construction of the donkey cart body, turned around and walked towards the apprentice.

Just like ordinary children who worry about seeing adults after making mistakes, this little apprentice is also like this.

Originally, it was uncomfortable enough for him to be blamed by his master for being lame when he couldn't draw a line, but Shenzi, who he respected the most, happened to come here at this time and encountered this matter.

What made him most uncomfortable was that the Son of God was still coming towards him at this time...

"Can't you draw well?"

Han Cheng came to the little apprentice and knelt down and said.

This apprentice was born in the spring of the second year of Han Cheng's arrival. His name was Mao Er. He got such a strange name because his ears were not very round and resembled an irregular triangle.

Calculated according to Qingque's chronological method, Mao'er, who was born in the spring of Qingque's second year, has already passed her eighth birthday, and her imaginary age is already nine years old.

Nine years old, in later generations he was still in primary school, and now Mao Er, in addition to learning some knowledge in Qingque Primary School, also has to do carpentry and other things.

This is the change that happened after his arrival. When Han Cheng first came here, children as big as cat ears in the tribe were treated as adults except for dangerous activities such as hunting. to use.

"There are mountains to back the mountains, and no mountains to bear alone." The children of the poor said that they are the living conditions of most minors in this era.

Mao Er was holding his breath, desperately trying to hold back the tears, but things were so strange, it was fine if the Son of God didn't ask, but when he asked, he couldn't hold back the tears even more.

But Shenzi had to answer the question, so the consequence of doing this was that when the crying cat ears choked with snot and tears and opened his mouth to speak, he let out too much air, and then the left nostril, A snot bubble was blown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The oversized one almost covers half of the face of the cat ears...

The tearful cat's ear was so dazed by his miraculous operation that he stood there and forgot to cry, and also forgot to answer.

Seeing all this, Han Cheng knew that it was not appropriate to laugh out loud at this time, so he endured it for a while, but finally he couldn't hold back, and squatted there, covering his stomach and laughing loudly.

It's a professional who can't laugh at Han Cheng, and he usually doesn't laugh such a wild laugh.

Unless you can't help it.

Blowing out huge snot bubbles, the whole person was a little dazed cat ears, watching the incomparably respectful Shenzi squatting in front of him, laughing and leaning back and forth, he couldn't hold back his voice at all, he was stunned for a while, and finally couldn't help it , burst into tears.

There were two people, one big and one small, one was squatting there holding his stomach and laughing, the other was standing there crying loudly, it was very lively for a while.

Later generations who don't know the inside story saw it and decided that it was the strange uncle Han Cheng who robbed the children's bubblegum.

Uh, bubble gum...

Seeing that Mao Er was crying even more sadly, Han Cheng used great perseverance to hold back his smile.

"Stop crying, go and wash your hands and face well. After you stop crying, I will teach you a way to draw lines quickly."

Han Cheng, who put on a serious face, said to the cat's ears in a rather majestic voice.

Sure enough, it is better to treat such a little guy with a serious face. Looking at the cat-eared figure who stretched out his hand to scratch his face from time to time while walking, Han Cheng, who was still serious just now, laughed silently while covering his stomach.

When he was laughing, when he saw the cat ears turning his head back, Han Cheng, who was in awe, immediately changed into a serious and serious face.

"Son of God, is there really a way to quickly draw a line?"

After Mao'er went to wash his face, he heard what Han Cheng said to Mao'er, and came over and asked aloud.

As a master carpenter in the tribe, he didn't want to miss any improvements in carpentry and weaving.

"Well, there is indeed, but I just remembered it."

Han Cheng nodded and said out loud.

Hearing Han Cheng's affirmation of this matter, Lai immediately became beaming, full of anticipation.

Han Cheng turned around and went back to the room to find a piece of thin hemp rope and an ink stick made by witches, and then added some water to a somewhat rough fired pottery inkstone and began to grind it slowly.

As he grinds, the water in the inkstone gradually turns black and becomes ink.

Limp stood aside while watching and pondering in his heart, trying to figure out how Shenzi could better draw lines with these things.

They need to use charcoal pens or ink and brushes to draw lines. Of course, these lame people know, but they are deeply puzzled that Han Cheng did not take out a brush at this time but took out a length of twine.

Isn't hemp thread used for weaving cloth or twisting hemp rope?Why did the Son of God let it out now?

"You take this end."

After grinding the ink, Han Cheng put the hemp thread into the pottery inkstone, leaving only two ends outside.

After seeing that the twine was soaked in ink, he pointed to the other end and said to Mao Er, who had already walked over after washing his face.

At this time, Mao Er was attracted by the strange thing Han Cheng made, except for the occasional involuntary sob, she no longer shed tears.

At this time, after hearing what Han Cheng said, he followed Han Cheng's example and pinched the other end of the twine with his hands.

Then, under Han Cheng's signal, the two of them pulled the ink-soaked twine, one after the other, and walked towards the piece of wood where the cat's ears were lined not long ago.

"Use your hands to pull up the twine a little, and then let it go."

Under Han Cheng's signal, the two stretched the ink-soaked hemp thread on the two ends of the wooden pillar to align them with the previously carved marks.

Han Cheng looked at it, and after confirming that neither side was right or wrong, he said to Mao Er aloud.