I am a Primitive Man

Gardenia is a very good thing.

When the white gardenias bloom, the sweet smell can spread far and wide, which is comparable to sweet-scented osmanthus.

Moreover, compared to the small sweet-scented osmanthus, the large gardenia is more ornamental.

The gardenias produced after the flowers bloom are great for making tea.

Of course, for Han Cheng, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that the gardenias are very well colored.

Unbutton two or three gardenias, then throw them into the pot, boil them in water for a little bit, and you can dye a pot of water into yellow.

Two or three gardenias have such a big effect, put more, the color will become better.

Now the linen cloth woven in the tribe has begun to be dyed.

There is no longer only the grayish brown dyed with smelly mud, but also the yellow dyed with gardenia water.

Dyeing the linen cloth with gardenia water was not what Han Cheng thought, but the grass in the tribe.

The reason is that when drinking gardenia tea, I accidentally sprinkled yellow water on the new pure-color linen, leaving behind the dots of yellow.

Everyone has a heart for beauty, and the same is true for the grass. Wearing the newly made linen clothes makes her unhappy, and even walking seems a little cautious.

Now the good clothes are so soiled, it would be weird if I feel better.

Immediately go back to the house and take off the clothes to wash with water.

The result was different from usual. After the yellow gardenia fell on it, it was as if it had taken root. The grass almost washed out the clothes and failed to wash off the yellow stained on it.

Don't mention Qingcao's sadness at the time, and tears came out of her eyes when she saw the clothes that got dirty as soon as she wore on.

Later, when I didn’t know how, I used more gardenias to boil out the water, and then threw the clothes into the water and boiled vigorously. As a result, a very beautiful dress came out in the Qingque tribe.

As soon as this color came out, it immediately attracted many people in the tribe to imitate it first.

The clothes in the tribe were all yellow.

This is often the case. Bad things are not necessarily bad. At the same time, many things are discovered unintentionally.

Nature is selfless. It has a wealth of things and can provide people with many things they need, provided that you need to discover and use them.

Compared to later generations, the plants and animals of this era are undoubtedly extremely rich. Even the people of the Qingque tribe, under the leadership of Han Cheng, have created tracts of arable land around the tribe. Nothing has changed.

The red paint fell on a vine.

This kind of vine is red all over, after peeling off the skin, soaking in water, a basin of clear water will soon be dyed red.

Based on this characteristic, Han Chenggong named this vine a red vine.

With the three plants of Polygonum, Gardenia, and Red Vine, the three primary colors Han Cheng needs are also available.

The characteristics of these types of plants have been discovered, and the latest ones are more than a year old, so they are all retained in the tribe.

Even if spring has just arrived at this time, it does not matter that many vegetation have not sprouted.

Those previously stored are enough for Han Cheng to use.

After going in and out for a while, three clay pots were set up in the courtyard. The pots contained more than half of water, and the water was soaked in red rattan bark, gardenia, and polygonum.

The flame burned under the clay pot, and as the water temperature continued to rise, the colors contained in the three plants were quickly forced out and merged into the water.

Han Cheng worried that the color wasn't enough, so he boiled vigorously, and only stopped when he boiled about a quarter of the water left.

I found a brush and paper, and dipped the boiled paint on the paper respectively. The color is not particularly positive, but it is enough.

Finding three spoons and a few small bowls, Han Cheng scooped up some red paint and then some cyan. The two mixed together and stirred and then turned into a dark blue.

I scooped some yellow paint in, and the cyan paint turned black again.

Even if Han Cheng knew in advance that the paints of these colors would change color when mixed together, at this time, he really did this by himself. It still felt very novel. He couldn't help but start scooping out several kinds of paint for various combinations.

After a while, I thought about it and found a small brush and several clean, normal-sized brushes.

Every time a kind of paint is adjusted, it is recorded on the paper that it is used and how much each kind of paint is used.

Then dipped a clean pen to draw on the back, leaving the color.

Coming here, after a few years, Han Cheng has developed the habit of keeping records.

It's not that he loves to learn, but if you don't keep a record of many things, there is no way to keep improving.

"God... Son of God..."

There was such a sound behind Han Cheng who was focusing on painting a color on the paper, which immediately made him tremble.

When I turned my head to look, what I saw was Wu, who had been standing quietly behind Han Cheng for a while.

If you don't catch your mouse, why are you scary here? How can you fail to do business like this?

Han Cheng~www.wuxiahere.com~, who hasn't completely calmed down yet, made complaints about Wu.

Wu Ke no matter how Han Cheng complained to him, he was completely stunned by the three colors and the magical changes after mixing them together.

"The Son of God...this...this..."

Wu pointed his finger at the paint bowl, and his expression was incredibly excited, and he couldn't say anything.

Seeing Wu's appearance, Han Cheng greatly forgave Wu for what had scared him.

A kind of "bullying" primitive people plus the happiness of the old man instantly rose to my heart, filling my chest.

"Well, this, it's just a small trick, it's not worth talking about..."

Obviously he was surprised at the paint changes that he hadn't been exposed to much before, but at this time Han Cheng was very stinky and shameless, pretending to be calm and breezy.

It seems that these things are really not worth mentioning.

The upright witch was really bluffed by Han Cheng's calm and breezy appearance. This thing seemed to him to be very magical, so the **** son actually said it was just a small thing?

This is a slight comparison, and the huge gap is immediately revealed, and the worship of the Son of God in my heart suddenly turns into a torrent...

Through the witch’s reaction, the stinky **** son Han Da greatly satisfied his vanity, and then he stopped bullying the elderly.

Give the spoon in his hand to Wu, and he remotely directs it to the side, letting the novel Wu do these things on his behalf.

The water of different colors would turn into another color after being mixed together. This magical change surprised Wu.

So, after some tossing, when Han Cheng remembered what was going on, the three pigments of red, yellow and green had already been cleaned up.

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