I am a Primitive Man

When he found that the **** child had buried the unburned wood, he walked back, as if not paying attention to it, Wu finally couldn't calm down and asked Han Cheng's intentions.

At the same time, I was wondering whether after planting here, after the next year, it will grow like rapeseed and so many firewood, right?

Thinking of this, the eyes of this old primitive man who had already experienced the huge benefits from agricultural planting suddenly brightened.

To say that firewood can be grown in this way, does that mean that if the rabbits are buried in the soil, a lot of rabbits will grow in the next year?

Bury the deer in the ground, and many deer will grow in the next year?

Put people...

Wu became even more excited, and this sudden flash of inspiration made him discover a road to the sky that allowed the tribe to become rich and powerful.

He couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, looking at the Son of God eagerly and unexpectedly, and wanted to get proof from the Son of God.

Han Cheng felt very strange. He didn't know what Wu had thought of, but he would have such a look.

There is nothing to conceal about burning charcoal. If charcoal can be burned out, then the whole tribe will benefit.

At the moment, he told Wu that he wanted to make charcoal, and he also said about the benefits of charcoal, and he didn't know much about making charcoal, so he could only explore it slowly.

In the past, as long as they heard of the emergence of something beneficial to the tribe, the witch would seem very happy, but today it is uncharacteristically.

After Han Cheng talked about the various benefits of charcoal, Wu Wu was not only unhappy, but revealed an inconceivable loss.

Han Cheng couldn’t figure it out because of him. He wondered when Witch’s vision became so high. A good thing like charcoal shouldn’t let him be moved, but he was disappointed. The color, this...

Who is the traverser who has seen the world?

"God... Son of God, no... can't you grow firewood?"

Disappointed, Wu was unwilling to accept that the Broad Avenue he had just thought of was shattered. He hesitated for a while and asked Han Cheng aloud.

"No."

Han Cheng is a little strange, why would a wise witch ask such a question?

But it was just a little weird. He didn't think deeply, and of course he didn't know the bold idea Wu had just generated.

If he knows it, I don’t know if he can be so calm. In case the witch suddenly planted a son of god, he could have many thoughts of son of **** in time...

After burying the firewood, Han Chenggong asked these people to go to the back mountain to transport the thatch harvested by the iron head and others.

It’s also convenient to transport the thatch back and forth. You don’t need to carry the thatch bale down the mountain, and then go around half a circle to enter through the front door of the tribe. Once lost, these thatch bales will bounce all the way to the Qingque tribe courtyard below.

The thatch bales are very strong, only a small part will be broken, and the rest are intact.

After the thatch bales on the top were thrown away, someone in the yard would carry the thatch bales aside and pile them up in a place that didn't interfere.

When others were doing this, he was not idle. According to Han Cheng's instructions, he used the remaining branches of the'wooden stick defense system' a few days ago to cut off many half-meter long sticks.

One end of the stick was also burnt and sharpened.

The daylight in winter is very short, and without much work done, the sky is already dark.

Grinding sticks and making thatch are not very urgent things, and Han Cheng makes people not let people fight at night.

However, the people of the Qingque tribe did not idle. After drinking the soup together, they went back to the house and sat on the warm edge of the kang. By the light of the fire at the mouth of the kang that had not yet been blocked, they used the spinning top. Rope

Nowadays, rope is a very expensive thing in Qingque tribe, and it can be used in many places.

Small enough to sew socks and gloves, large enough to put on a bunny cover to catch prey, these all have the figure of a rope. Today, the **** child said that the amount of thin rope will be greatly increased in two days, so they need to rub it for a while tonight Sleep on the rope again.

This kind of thing is generally done by women. Many men in the tribe never complain about ramming, digging, and plowing the ground, but they feel a little bald when they encounter this kind of meticulous and not very tiring work. .

How awkward the little spindle is in his hand.

It may be due to nature. The women seem very patient with this kind of work that needs to be repeated continuously, rubbing them one after another, and can't see the irritability.

Therefore, the main force for rubbing the rope at night is the women of the tribe.

Of course, there will also be different kinds of wood. For example, under the guidance of Han Cheng, a ‘stonemason’ wood made by grinding a bone into spicules abruptly.

It may have something to do with personality. When he started this thing that most men were unwilling to do, he seemed to be equally excited, and rubbed faster than most women, and the quality was also superior.

Han Cheng sat cross-legged on the burning kang, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the wooden doors and windows, thinking about burning charcoal in his heart.

After learning from the experience of burning pottery in the first place, although he was anxious to know the result, he didn't immediately dig through the soil to see it.

And wait, wait until tomorrow to see the specific results, if feasible, follow this method to expand the scale of production, if not, then continue to think of ways.

After some thoughts to no avail, Han Cheng could only relieve himself in this way, then quickly took off his clothes and went to sleep in the warm bed.

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Wu obviously didn't understand the true meaning of life. He was buried in a pile of fur, with his eyes open in the darkness, looking at the room completely covered by darkness, and he didn't want to sleep.

He was still thinking about the idea that just need to think about it and make people tremble all over...

The night wind shook the doors and windows, trying to get in, tearing this last bit of warmth to pieces, making the whole world tremble under its cover.

It is a pity that the inner and outer sides of the wooden row door are densely wrapped with airtight fur, and the window is also covered by fur.

Its lustful might is nowhere to be displayed here, roaring and tearing it through the middle of the night without destroying this small house built by human hands little by little, and in the end it can only die.

The warm room on the warm bed. The beautifully sleeping people don’t know that they are completely unaffected by the cold wind. They slept soundly and deeply...

This winter is not too cold.