I am a Primitive Man

There are many ways to divide time, such as year, month and day, such as four seasons. Among these many time divisions, Han Cheng thinks that the best way to divide time is night and day.

It is used for work during the day and rest at night. The distribution is very reasonable.

Until people invented electricity, and the guy who had failed more than a thousand times and had persevered in inventing durable electric lights appeared, this reasonable division was increasingly destroyed.

Driven by capital and other interests, the daytime is getting longer and longer, the night is getting shorter and shorter, and the time to sleep is getting shorter and shorter...

From this perspective, Han Cheng, who lives in a primitive society and can't get electricity and lights, can indeed complain about things that are as bright as daylight.

Of course, it is not known if grapes are not eaten in this kind of complaint.

The night fell once again, and many matters such as copper smelting were left by Han Cheng comfortably, half lying on the kang, hugging the picked-up daughter-in-law, feeling the increasingly strong life in her belly, with a smile on his face. Yingying.

Since learning that Bai Xuemei was pregnant, this kind of thing has become Han Cheng's necessary homework every night.

The happiness in this is not enough to speak to outsiders...

"Stop sitting and weaving, go back to pick some mulberry leaves for the silkworms and get more activities."

The next day Bai Xuemei had to go weaving, but Han Cheng called her to pick mulberry leaves.

For those who are about to give birth, it is best not to sleep for a long time and sit for a long time, but to stand up more leisurely, so that the time is conducive to childbirth and there will be less suffering when giving birth.

A woman giving birth is just like going through a ghost gate, especially in primitive times and her first child.

Han Cheng didn't want any bad things to happen to Bai Xuemei and her own children in time, so he attached great importance to these.

Use your little poor knowledge about childbirth and try your best to reduce the risk factor.

Bai Xuemei obediently picked up a commonly used bamboo basket and went to pick mulberry leaves. Han Cheng thought for a while and followed suit, and reached out to take the bamboo basket from Bai Xuemei and let him hold it.

My wife and children, of course, want to hurt themselves. As for the copper smelting, you can push back a little bit. Anyway, it can't be done in a short time, and there is no need to rush to compete this day and night.

Looking at the Bai Xuemei who wanted to jump up because she was with herself, Han Cheng felt that his decision was very correct.

At this time, the mulberry was about to ripen, and the lumpy little fruit was a little red on the side that was irradiated by the sun and white underneath.

At this time, the mulberry is not very delicious, and the sour and astringent in the mouth still has some greenness, which is very different from the ripe, sweet and sour mulberry.

Han Cheng couldn’t put his mouth down after eating two of them, but Bai Xuemei didn’t have a tendency to shut up at all. Live to give birth to saliva.

Not greedy, but sour.

Sure enough, a woman who is pregnant cannot treat it with common sense.

Bai Xuemei likes to eat sour, which is not very unique.

The scary ones are those whose tastes become unique because of pregnancy.

Some like the smell of gasoline, and others like the smell of old houses...

For example, the daughter-in-law of a colleague of Han Cheng's later generations always liked to go to other people's pigsty during pregnancy, and then watched the pigs in other people's pigsty and swallowed.

At the beginning, the colleague thought that his wife was greedy for pork, so she hurriedly bought it and cooked it carefully, and found that his wife had only eaten two small pieces and stopped using the chopsticks.

After repeated questioning, I realized that it was not pork but pork food...

After a bamboo basket full of mulberry leaves was plucked, all the mulberry fruits on one tree were gone. Just this Bai Xuemei looked at the other trees eagerly, as if she didn't want to leave.

The thing Han Cheng couldn't stand the most was her expression, so she picked a lot more, found a big tree and wrapped it in leaves, and handed it to Bai Xuemei.

Han Cheng walked in front carrying the bamboo basket, while Bai Xuemei took the mulberry and followed to eat. It was so beautiful that her nose was bubbling.

Han Cheng, who had swallowed for a long time, felt that it would be difficult to eat mature mulberries in the tribe this year.

After returning to the tribe to help Bai Xuemei feed the silkworms, and after arranging the ‘housework’, Han Cheng found the black baby and worked with him on the new copper furnace.

The ‘cylinder’ for copper smelting needs to be specially made, and a hole must be left under the cylinder so that the molten metal can flow out of the cylinder.

Of course, the lower the opening, the better, because the lower the opening, the cleaner the copper juice flowing inside.

According to this standard, it is most suitable to open on the bottom of the tank.

But of course it didn't work. After thinking about it, I opened this hole in the cylinder wall as close as possible to the bottom of the cylinder.

As for the slag, after thinking about it, I came up with an idea, which is to use the feature of **** that is less heavy than copper liquid.

Of course, it is not to scoop it out a little bit with a spoon. This is too slow and too dangerous to be clean.

The method Han Cheng thought of was actually very simple, that is, to make a hole on the other side of the pottery jar. The position of the hole should be higher than this. In this way, the **** floating on the upper layer can be discharged. All that is left is liquid copper.

And with these two outlets, the big tank for refining copper liquid can be reused instead of smashing one at a time like yesterday.

As for the burning stove, it is also easy to solve, just replace the bricks with yellow mud and clay.

These two things are extremely resistant to burning and will not be burnt like bricks.

After some discussion and sketching on the ground, the two finally settled on the appearance of the special pottery jar.

Then the rest is the performance of Heiwa alone.

After a few years of specializing in one thing, Heiwa’s craftsmanship has become more and more proficient, and he has already left Han Cheng, the man who brought Tao into the tribe, far behind~www.wuxiahere.com~ Now it looks black. Making pottery with a baby is simply a visual enjoyment.

The good mud was as if he had a life in his hands, very obedient, and with his movements, it quickly became what he expected.

The whole process can be described as a commanding arm with a cloud and flowing water.

It was not dark yet, and a special clay mud embryo with a height of more than 1.5 meters and a bottom diameter of more than 60 cm had appeared in front of Han Cheng.

This pottery pot is different from ordinary pottery pots. The difference is that the middle and upper part of the pottery pot is a little thinner than both ends. It looks a bit like a flower-arranged bottle.

The reason why there is such a more unique shape is because when designing, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the chimney built with bricks in the steel factory that he had seen from afar, with white smoke rising from time to time. s things.

Although I don't know what it is for for the time being, it is obviously reasonable to build it like this in the world, so Han Chengcheng used it honestly.