I am a Primitive Man

Heiwa and the others didn't know what the son of God wanted to do, but they all followed it out enthusiastically, because in this case, the son of God could perform new miracles.

The winter here is colder than the place where Han Cheng later lives. Although the sun has already come out at this time, the temperature has not risen much. A few people walked out of the Qingque tribe, and the air was spitting out white air, like clouds and fog. Monster.

First, Han Cheng asked people to dig out a rectangular pit with bone shovel.

The pit does not need to be too deep, just 20 cm deep.

Although the weather is cold, because it has not rained or snowed for this period of time, the ground has not been frozen so much. It is still possible to dig with bone shovel, except for some cold hands.

Exercise makes people warm. After a shallow pit that is more than one meter long and half a meter wide is dug, the few people who participated in the digging of the pit are already sweating.

Everyone wondered about the purpose of the **** son digging a hole here.

Is it to lay out the next defense here?

See if it's not too far away from the defensive belt made of sticks, thorns, and canes, I think it's very likely that way.

However, everyone's thoughts quickly disappeared, because the pit was too narrow to be dug. It only takes a little bit of force to step over, and it can't be used to block the enemy.

After the pit was dug, Han Cheng was about to let people move on to the next step, but he heard someone from the tribe shouting for dinner.

It’s the creed of food, especially in such a cold season, drinking a bowl of hot soup makes people feel comfortable.

Han Cheng immediately stopped his work and returned to the tribe for dinner with everyone.

A batch of rabbits were only resolved in the morning. Naturally, rabbits are the main food for lunch today.

After a bowl of steaming rabbit soup, all the cold was dissipated, and the body was warm, carrying a roasted golden rabbit leg, slowly biting and chewing, not to mention how comfortable it was.

After eating lunch, Han Cheng filled a half-crock pot with the hot coal left over after cooking, took the people out of the cave which was used as a storage room and a dining hall, and walked out of the tribe.

More people followed this time. In addition to the Heiwa who dug the pit in the morning, the witches who had had enough of the rabbit addiction also followed, as well as those children who were not afraid of the cold.

The iron head, wood, and balloons came out and looked here for a while, then turned and headed east.

Under their armpits, there was a stone sickle and a rope with a hook for binding things.

This kind of rope is the most convenient way to tie things. Pull up both ends of the rope that was placed on the ground in advance, wrap it around the firewood, rape, or other things placed on it, and then move the end without the wooden hook to the wooden hook. Just hang it up and pull it in the opposite direction.

The iron heads climbed onto the mountain bag where the cave was located, took out the rope and stretched it out on the ground, and then began to cut with the stone sickle.

They harvested thatch that was completely dried.

Before tile was safe and popularized, thatch has always been a very useful grass. This thatch has grown very well this year, and Han Cheng is naturally reluctant to waste it. These thatches are still useful for him.

It's just that the Qingque tribe has too many things, and it has waited until now to get people to do it.

The thatch was golden, standing on the ground and colliding with each other, the sound of ‘噼噼啵啵’ sounded.

Those who were arranged by Han Cheng to harvest thatch were people who often harvest grass. They did one thing for a long time, so that they became very familiar with using stone sickles to harvest things.

The fastest at hand is still Tietou, a mowing enthusiast. He has already started to bale thatch before the others have finished a bundle.

One leg is half-kneeling on the thatch bale, and every time it is pressed, the hand holding the rope head is pulled hard.

As he exerted his strength, the gap just squeezed out by his legs disappeared. After several consecutive attempts, the whole bundle of thatch was **** firmly, and the extra rope was tied to a tight rope. , The thatch bale will not loosen, and then use a rough straw woven straw rope to tie a piece along the rope. After binding it firmly, untie the hooked rope.

This is done to save rope, after all, it is too wasteful to use this well-woven rope to bundle thatch.

The rough rope woven from the fur is not convenient for binding. It takes a lot of effort to make the thatch bale strong and not loose. This method can solve the problem perfectly.

This method was not thought of by Han Cheng, but Tietou figured it out by himself.

Sure enough, labor can make people smart.

However, Han Cheng came up with the method of tying a wooden hook to the rope that is often used for bailing grass.

At the beginning of the binding, one end of the rope is pulled out of a loop, and after a loop, the other end of the rope is passed into the loop and pulled backward.

The process is the same as using a grooved rope.

It's just that there are a lot of inconveniences. When unbundling, the rope is easy to get stuck. Another is that if you pull it more times, the loop will be worn.

Always breaking the rope, the iron head is very distressed. At first, in order to prevent the rope from breaking, I didn't dare to use force when tying things.

The result is even more troublesome. If the grass is not tightly bundled and transported, it is extremely uncomfortable. Sometimes the resistance can't go far, the bale will loosen, and the tied grass will fall to the ground...

Han Cheng didn’t pay attention to it at the beginning, and it took two or three days to find out what was wrong, because in the past, he was full of energy when he came back from mowing with iron heads, and the bales were neat and tidy, but now he looks like a different person. of.

After asking the reason and knowing the whole story, a rope with a wooden hook came into being.

Wooden hooks are not afraid of rope grinding, the more they are worn, the stronger and smoother they become.

After Han Cheng solved this problem, Tietou's enthusiasm for mowing was raised again...

While the iron head was tying the thatch, Han Cheng was also instructing people to fill the pit with the soil dug out in the morning and piled on the edge of the pit.

Inside the pit is a pile of burning wood~www.wuxiahere.com~ Everyone has no idea what the son of God is doing, so I won’t talk about it when I set fire in the wild, why... the fire is good and it needs to be buried with mud Come on?

In this way, wouldn't all this fire be extinguished?

Everyone was puzzled, but their actions kept moving. The earth shoveled and covered the shovel, and the burning fire was hit by this sudden blow, and it was quickly extinguished. It did not wait for two struggles. Was buried alive.

After he was buried, he still couldn't understand his hatred, and Han Shenzi sent someone to go to the top to step on the clay.

It's almost the same as Niu Jinda's back then, and then he led three thousand iron horses to step on it in the middle of the night.

Until now, everyone is still at a loss as to what the son of God wants to do. The witch has been thinking about it for a while, and they can’t figure out what the son of God means.

Of course they couldn't guess it, because even the instigator, Han Cheng, didn't know what to do in his own heart. They didn't know if this seemingly unreliable method could burn carbon.