I am a primitive

After a lot of chickens, ducks, geese and moaning, Han Cheng left here with a full harvest.

Seeing the two-legged beast leave, the poultry of the Qingque tribe slowly calmed down.

Han Cheng stuffed four chicken wings into a thin bamboo tube with a length of three or four centimeters. About three centimeters in the middle of the circular copper piece.

After it was firm, Han Cheng threw the simplified version of the shuttlecock into the air, and then the shuttlecock fell down with the feathers facing upwards and the copper pieces facing downwards.

After seeing that it was relatively successful, Han Chengcheng picked it up from the ground and threw it in the air again.

But this time, he didn't let it fall to the ground. Instead, when it fell, Han Cheng stretched out his foot to catch it, and kicked it up again.

Shuttlecock kicking is not Han Cheng's strong point, but he can't catch it after two kicks.

"Brother Cheng, this is it?"

Because Xiao Xing'er was not born for a long time, she needs more care from Bai Xuemei, the mother, and now she can't raise silkworms, so Bai Xuemei lives relatively leisurely, and her favorite thing to do is to hug her. Holding Xiao Xing'er, leading Xiao Wandou to follow behind Han Cheng like a little tail.

At this time, seeing Han Cheng doing strange actions to this thing he had never seen before, he asked curiously.

"This is a shuttlecock, which is kicked with the feet. If you kick it a lot, it can strengthen your body.

In winter, when the sports meeting is held, shuttlecock kicking will be set as a special event, and women will compete with each other, and whoever kicks more will be rewarded. "

Han Cheng smiled and explained to Bai Xuemei.

After that, he kicked twice more, and successfully increased the number of kicks from two to three. Han Cheng felt a little proud, the progress was so obvious!In just a short while, it has increased by one-third!

"You come and kick."

Han Cheng smiled and said to Bai Xuemei who was holding Xiao Xing'er.

"Brother Cheng, I won't."

Bai Xuemei shook her head, this is the first time she has seen this shuttlecock and this novel way of playing, so naturally she doesn't know how to play it.

"It's okay, it's easy, just kick and kick."

Han Cheng took Xiao Xing'er from Bai Xuemei's arms, and said to Bai Xuemei with a smile.

Persuading Xiaomeng as a senior veteran.

"When you kick, try to keep your feet up as flat as possible. You can't use too much strength. As long as you pay more attention, you can reach my level."

"Uh-huh."

Bai Xuemei nodded obediently, with the nervousness, novelty and apprehension unique to novices.

Master Han taught a few more words, and after imparting his own experience, the somewhat cautious and apprehensive Bai Xuemei threw the shuttlecock into the air.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack..."

Seeing the feather shuttlecock flying up and down on Bai Xuemei's feet, Han Cheng's face was twitching, did he need such strength to slap him in the face?He is obviously a big shot, but he insists on pretending to be a little cute here. Is it really okay to slap her in the face like this? ...

"Brother Cheng, your method of teaching is really good!"

Bai Xuemei, who kicked the shuttlecock for the first time, kicked it twelve times in a row, looked at Han Cheng and said with admiration.

Rao Han Cheng's face is thick enough, and now he can't help but blush.

"Hey, brother Cheng, what's wrong with your face? Why is it so red?"

Looking at Bai Xuemei's innocent face, Han Cheng suddenly had the urge to run away...

The appearance of the shuttlecock quickly set off a wave of enthusiasm in the tribe. Primitive females who seldom have fun activities, after getting these chicken feather shuttlecocks, they were all overjoyed. foot.

It has the demeanor of those in later generations who "put a deck in their waist and give it to whoever catches it".

Of course, if the shuttlecock alone is not enough to make these primitive women in the tribe obsessed with it, but if the shuttlecock kicking and horn combs are linked together, such a trend can be set off in the tribe, it will not be in the slightest. Makes people feel strange.

Horn combs are different from ordinary wooden combs. Horn combs are not only comfortable to use, but also look very good-looking. They are the things that can touch the hearts of tribal women the most.

When using such a thing as a reward for the top three shuttlecock kickers in the winter sports meeting, these women will not be moved by it.

The horn combs obtained through the competition are not the same as the rest. The horn combs obtained through the competition are awarded to individuals and no longer belong to the public.

After these years of continuous development and the gradual enrichment of tribal materials, everyone has gradually developed some private ideas, and can distinguish the different concepts of self-owned and public-owned.

"Bang~"

Beside the bronze-casting stove that was emitting white smoke, Heiwa held a gong tied up with a rope in one hand, and a gong hammer wrapped in cloth in the other hand, and struck on the middle of the gong.

After the gong is struck, the surface of the gong vibrates and makes a sound.

The sound is a bit louder than the one cast before, but it is still far from the effect that Shenzi described.

This made Hei Wa very distressed. He had already made the mold very carefully, and made the gap between the molds to the thinnest level he could achieve by hand, but the effect of the cast gong was still not ideal. .

In the past, he always wanted to do more challenging things, but now Hei Wa suddenly regretted it, because the challenge of this gong is really too great!

He has racked his brains, but still can't come up with a gong that works well.

And now the weather is getting colder and colder, and there will be heavy snowfall at some point.

Time is so tight, Hei Wa couldn't help being in a hurry.

"Put this copper gong in an iron furnace and heat it vigorously. After it is hot, beat the protruding disc in the middle with a hammer to make it thinner."

Han Cheng came over and understood Heiwa's difficulties, he held the unsuccessful gong in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, and said aloud to the second senior brother beside him.

Copper cannot be repeatedly forged like iron, but it is not a problem to heat the thick part and then beat it thin.

For Tongluo, Han Cheng's most direct contact was when he was a child, he went on patrol with his cousin who was more than ten years older than him next door, and a nephew who was five or six years older than him.

In those two years, cattle thieves were very rampant. The village where Han Cheng lived lost three cows within a year, and the nearby villages also lost some more or less.

So the various villages began to organize people to patrol and watch at night.

Three households form a group, and each household dispatches at least one person. They are divided into two groups for one night, one group is responsible for the first half of the night, and the other group is responsible for the second half of the night.

The three of them carried a copper gong, and when they left the house, the old lady explained over and over again that when they met a thief, they would hit the copper gong vigorously in their hands, but they must never go to the thief's side...

Of course, the village has been patrolling the gongs for more than a year, and no one or thief has been found.

However, the experience at that time was not in vain. At least at this time, when making gongs, he would not be as blind as he was when he was making oil presses before, and could only continue to grope step by step.

So after watching it for a while and comparing it with the gong in his memory, he can roughly see the problem and give some solutions.

Gongs and leather drums actually have something in common. They both make sound through the rapid vibration of the drum surface after being hit.