I am a Primitive Man

The wide Lu River flows slowly, and the six small boats rippling slightly.

The people on the boat went downstream with the boat.

What is different from the past is that behind the six small boats is no longer empty.

Six rafts, much larger than the boat, floated on the water, and went downstream with the boat.

On the raft, there are one or two people holding the penny to help the raft turn around and control the speed of the raft so that the raft does not hit the small boat in front.

These rafts are made of bamboo, not less than two meters wide and more than three meters long. They are made of two layers of bamboo tied up. People stand on them and can't get wet shoes.

Compared with the small boat swaying with the water, the heavy and large bamboo raft is undoubtedly more stable, so those people who are more seasick hold the bamboo raft to the bamboo raft which is more flat.

It's strange to say that when I came to the bamboo raft, I didn't feel dizzy.

The iron head with his legs no longer trembling, holding a long penny in his hand, and seeing that the bamboo raft was too fast, he inserted the penny into the river bed and waited for a while to make the bamboo raft and the boat separate.

This is undoubtedly easier than mowing the grass all day before.

The only thing that makes him uncomfortable is that he has many two-piece bamboo tubes tied to his body.

It was really inconvenient to tie this thing to his body. He deliberately untied these bamboo pipes, but when he remembered that the son of God said that there were these bamboo pipes, if he fell into the water and wouldn’t drown, he held back again. .

After all, he cherishes life more than he feels a little bit uncomfortable.

He wasn't the only one who had the bamboo tube tied to his body. Except for Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei, everyone in the team helped with the bamboo tube.

It's not that Han Cheng is not afraid of death, but that he and Bai Xuemei have more buoyant and lighter urine bubbles...

These six bamboo rafts were the results that Han Cheng had achieved during the two days that Han Cheng led everyone to land.

The production of bamboo rafts is very necessary. Without them, there is no way to transport the wild hemp back after the harvest.

After all, a few small boats are almost pretended to be installed by people, and there is no extra place to install wild hemp.

Moreover, even if the ship is freed up to load wild hemp, how much can a ship hold?

Far inferior to bamboo rafting.

And this is a two-seat move. It can not only be used to transport wild hemp, but when time is time to bring wild hemp back to the tribe, you will get a lot of bamboo if you take down the bamboo raft.

Nowadays, there are iron swords in the tribe. As long as you practice more, you can break out even and easy-to-use bamboo sticks in time.

When the time comes, whether it is used to make sieves or summer mats, they are all excellent materials.

Han Cheng looked at these bamboo rafts with a smile on his face.

Grain production will expand in the coming year, and the bamboo sieve made in time will just be able to come in handy.

With enough sieves and dustpans, even if there is no wind when cleaning the grain, there is no need to worry too much.

In order to cut these bamboos, Han Cheng brought the only iron axe and iron saw in the tribe this time.

At the same time, he also brought a stone head whose ground was ground sharper.

If you don't have these tools, just come with the bone shovel as you did last time, and if you want to cut down the bamboo to make such a raft, you can't do it even if you have two more days.

Junior Sha, who was carrying a bow and paddling in both hands, was also watching these bamboo rafts, and the more he looked, the more he was amazed by the wisdom of the son of God.

Earlier, he was worried about how the son of God transported the harvested wild hemp from the water.

From the act of preparing so many sickles and bringing iron heads and other expert harvesters, he understood that the amount of wild hemp needed to be harvested by the **** son is absolutely indispensable.

All he knows is the canoe they ride in that can walk on the water and can be used to transport wild hemp.

And these wooden boats were full of people, even if they were crowded to free up two wooden boats, they couldn't hold too much wild hemp.

Such doubts were not completely eliminated until the first bamboo raft made by cutting bamboo was launched into the water...

"Small bamboo rafts, follow the current, birds sing, fish swim... Jiangnan Yumi Township, small bamboo rafts follow the current..."

Bai Xuemei still had some childlike voices, mixed with the sound of the water from the oars hitting, chasing the water birds flying close to the water.

This passage, which resembles a poem and a simple nursery rhyme, was taught to Bai Xuemei by Han Cheng, and he learned it when he was in preschool.

At this time, when I read it out, it is also suitable, but there is a little less people and rice fragrance.

It is strange to say that many of the things I learned in childhood are deeply engraved in my mind and will not be forgotten. On the contrary, those things that I learned later and remembered with difficulty are easily returned to the teacher.

Was it a single-minded child with little external interference?

Or is it too utilitarian and learning too much after growing up?

Han Cheng thought about this, but as for the answer, he didn't know.

The sky dimmed again, small boats and bamboo rafts approached the shore one after another, people successively got off the boats, the bonfire was raised, and the fish in the fish cages were taken out...

In the evening, the first wisp of cooking smoke floated on the bank of the river. It was the only cooking smoke here. It drifted slowly against the water in the evening breeze.

When the food in the clay pot was cooked, the river water began to emit smoke-like heat due to the sun for a day.

At this time, the cooking smoke is mixed with the hot air, and it is no longer possible to tell where the cooking smoke is water vapor.

At the same time, the Qingque tribe, hundreds of miles away, was also eating.

The big brother who stayed with the witch in the tribe, put down the bowls and chopsticks, climbed the wooden ladder to the wall in the last sky, looked towards the east, and could vaguely see some shiny water.

Outside the gate of the tribe, squatting Fu Jiang and its five cubs who are about to catch up with it.

Regarding this long journey, the elder brother was more worried. Without him by his side, he was afraid that the son of God would be in danger.

And when the son of God left this time, half of the people he brought were from the Primordial Bone Tribe, and they were of that kind of physical strength.

The senior brother understands the intention of the **** son to do this, and it is exactly this, so he is more worried.

The people of the original bone tribe, after all, are not as reliable as the original people, the son of God takes them away, the tribe is naturally safe, but the son of God will be more dangerous.

Although knowing that no one can compare to the son of God when it comes to wisdom, the big brother still couldn't help but worry.

Just like he would worry about the tribe when he goes out with the son of God~www.wuxiahere.com~ If you live in the temple, you are worried about the king, and if you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you are worried about the people. But when I am happy...

Of course, the master of the famous story "Yueyang Tower" didn't know, but his feelings were similar.

I don't know what Mr. Fan's mood will be when he learns that his thoughts and moods coincide with the ancients who can no longer be ancient.

"Bah bah..."

Among the smoke-curling green tribe, the leader of the green tribe spit out the boiled wild grass seeds stuffed in his mouth.

This thing is not tasty even if it is cooked, I really don’t know why the tribe makes so many...

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