I am a Primitive Man

When the spring rain didn't stop, the entire Qingque tribe seemed to be relatively leisurely. People who have been busy can take advantage of the rain and take a break.

However, these leisurely people do not include Bai Xuemei. This is because most of her work is done indoors.

In the room that looked a little gloomy because of the rain, there were shelves made of big and small tree sticks, and dustpans were placed on the shelves.

There are some tender mulberry leaves in the dustpan with some small black spots on the mulberry leaves.

If you stay here for a while, you will find that there will be some small holes in the tender mulberry leaves.

This is the first batch of spring silkworms in the ten years of Qingque, which had been hatched by the warm spring sun two days ago.

Bai Xuemei walked slowly in the room. After standing in front of this dustpan for a while, she wandered around to another dustpan to continue staying.

In this process, sometimes I use a loose rabbit hair brush to gently sweep the inside twice, and sometimes I get some small mulberry leaves that have been dried by the rain into the pineapple from the side. In the dustpan, I did it very seriously.

In the quiet room, in front of Han Cheng, she always seemed to be a primitive little woman who had no brains and would never look the same. At this time, she was calm and serious.

This kind of calmness and earnestness is unique to people who have made achievements that others can hardly match in a certain field.

When I limped with an axe and saw and started to do woodwork, when Heiwa and Mu started to make pottery, when the second brother picked up the sling, when Sha Sha took off the longbow on his back... Similar temperament Will appear to them.

From the conference room of the large blue brick building, after telling the big brother and Shang about the armor, Han Cheng walked out of the room and went to Jamsil to find Sister Bai Xue.

Standing not far from the door, Han Cheng quietly looked at the Bai Xuemei in the room with a smile from the heart.

Serious men are attractive. Han Cheng naturally knows this. He can easily figure this out by looking at the tribe's hominid women who have nothing to do with his eyes.

Now, he suddenly made another amazing discovery-serious women are equally attractive.

Han Cheng stood here and watched for a while before moving on to the door of Jamsil.

The light in Jamsil dimmed, and Bai Xuemei, who was doing her work seriously, felt the change in the light. After a little dazed, she looked up at the door.

After recognizing the person who appeared at the door, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the serious and calm temperament just now disappeared.

"Brother Cheng~"

She yelled happily, welcoming Han Cheng...

Because of Han Cheng's arrival, the quiet Jamsil suddenly became a lot of lively.

Han Cheng asked her something about the spring silkworm, and Bai Xuemei's conversation box was suddenly opened.

After smiling and talking to Bai Xuemei for a while, Han Cheng began to talk to him about the armor.

At this time, due to the limited materials and technology in the tribe, the armor did not have much choice. After careful consideration, Han Cheng felt that these types of armor could appear in the tribe.

One is leather armor made of leather, and the other is vine armor.

As for the high-end products such as bronze armor, the technology in the tribe is limited. To do more is to wait until the leather armor is manufactured, then cast some bronze pieces with small holes, and then put them together with a strong small leather rope. Tied to leather armor.

In the end, this kind of armor that Han Cheng didn't know what to call it was formed.

The reason why I came to look for Bai Xuemei at this time and told her about the armor was because Bai Xuemei's hands were very clever.

Not only in the aspects of sericulture and weaving, the craftsmanship is ahead of people in the tribe, and even in making clothes, it is also superior to the women of the tribe.

In particular, the crotch-opening pants that Bai Xuemei sewed for the minor minors in the tribe are a must of the Qingque tribe. In this respect, no one in the tribe can surpass her.

Leather armor has a different function from clothes, but in many places it is still connected to clothes. After adding a layer of protection to the people in the tribe, Han Chengcheng came to look for Bai Xuemei.

Bai Xuemei squatted on the ground, listening seriously.

She is always so serious about what her brother Cheng explained, and she wants to do her best.

After Han Cheng told Bai Xuemei carefully for a while, after thinking about it, he felt that the expression was not clear enough, so he returned to the conference room in the big blue brick house, sat down at his desk, and recalled the ancient costumes in his mind. The image of the leather armor in the film and television drama, while holding a very fine charcoal pen on one end, slowly sketched on the stone paper.

Life is the best teacher, whether you like it or not, it can always teach you a lot.

For example, Han Cheng, who used to never paint except for some ghost painting symbols, is now abruptly tempered and able to draw the outline of some objects in his mind with a more skilled brushwork. To the point.

With the drizzle outside the window, Han Cheng sat at the table and painted seriously.

This kind of thing continued until a lamp was lit by the table, and the night became darker.

Han Changchang stretched a long waist, looked at the irregular armor pattern on the paper on the table, and smiled with satisfaction.

God didn't hate him enough for training him, and he was far from reaching the point of a human camera. He was only a wild way, and it was very good to be able to paint the armor patterns that were very complicated for him to such a point.

After all, he doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder. This kind of thing that can kill obsessive-compulsive disorder is of no use to him.

When Han Cheng got up in the morning, he felt a little backache and was very tired. He stood there thinking for a while, and suddenly remembered that last night, he seemed to dream that he was wearing an armor, holding a long ge, riding on a horse across the battlefield. Conquering the majesty of the Quartet.

Sure enough, I thought about the day and dreamed at night. I was worrying about armor and other things from yesterday to night. I had such a dream at night...

As Han Cheng recalled some dream fragments in his memory, his complexion suddenly became a little weird, and finally he couldn't help grinning.

Ma Zhen, such a high-level thing with its own ups and downs, can appear in his dreams, and it seems that this dream is indeed a dream.

However, his eyes came into contact with the Bai Xuemei on the side, and after seeing the familiar appearance of the grown-up daughter-in-law, Han Cheng couldn't help touching his chin.

This guy now comes with its own navigation...

I was sighed for a while for one of his extra skills. After the **** son Han Da washed, he used breakfast, and started to take out the blueprints that he had done so hard to draw yesterday, and called both Xuemei Bai and the lameness to explain together.

The two types of rattan armor and leather armor Hancheng are prepared to make some. If they are not made and tested for comparison, Han Cheng does not know their specific advantages and disadvantages, nor does he know the two. Which kind of armor is more suitable for the tribe.

Rattan armor and leather armor are different in materials and specific aspects, but in the final analysis, they are armors, and they have a lot in common. Therefore, Han Chengcheng called Lame and Bai Xuemei to explain together.

After all, this can save a bit of talking.

Lame, because the legs and feet are not very handy, the people who were not very popular in the tribe, after nearly ten years of tempering, are now no longer what they used to be.

This refers to not only his status, but also his accomplishments in woodworking and weaving.

As the person in the tribe who followed in the footsteps of the gods and created the most new things, Lame has long been accustomed to Han Cheng’s way of speaking, and his ability to understand and accept the new things Han Cheng made has been tempered. Up.

So after Han Cheng pointed to the painted pattern and said it for a while, he basically understood it.

Bai Xuemei's understanding of the armor is not slower than lame.

This is probably because things like clothes are her strengths, and Bai Xuemei is the closest person to her in the tribe.

After a long time of contact, I was invisibly influenced by my own cleverness, and everyone became smarter gradually.

Sure enough, those who are near Zhu are red, and those who are near Mo are black!

A shameless god, looking at finding out the leather and the copper knife, and preparing to start making armor, Bai Xuemei, with her hands on her back, her face is intoxicated...

Bai Xuemei began to make armor, and naturally the newly born silkworms were not very well taken care of.

But there is no need to worry about this. After so many years, especially after Bai Xuemei took the silkworm cocoons and wove a cool, slippery cloth with silk, the tribe’s emphasis on silkworms became more invisible. A lot.

Coupled with Han Cheng's advocacy, up to now, Bai Xuemei is not the only person in the tribe who can raise silkworms. It is just that Bai Xuemei is very interested in raising silkworms and is better cared for by everyone.

Han Cheng watched Bai Xue making leather armor here for a while, then got up and went to the lame carpenter's room.

Sitting limp on a small wooden pier covered with leather, the armor was woven there with soft rattan.

Now that spring is here, the branches that are very fragile in winter, and the branches that break when they are broken, are now very resilient, and they are most suitable for weaving things.

The limping fingers that looked extremely rough were extremely flexible at this moment, and these canes were constantly swinging back and forth in his hand, and then they were brought together and formed without knowing how.

As for the lame knitting skills, Han Cheng, as a guide, has nothing to point out.

Because the lame has already learned the fur of the **** son Han Da who knows a little about fur, and on this basis, it has been extended a lot.

However, not only did the **** son Han Da not feel the slightest frustration, but he was also very happy.

Because this is what he taught...

It is not such a simple thing to weave individual rattans into rattan armor. Even though the lame knitting skills are already very high, at this time, when weaving these, I still stop thinking about it from time to time. Ah, sometimes the compiled ones are torn down or discarded, and new ones are started again...

In such a groping and splitting, the days passed quietly.

The expensive spring rain stopped, and after the ground was dried for a while, and the feet were not touched, the Qingque tribe began spring planting.

Some people continued to plow the unfinished land, while the other people who planted the seeds better separated from the plow and began to support the columbine in the very fragmented land that had been plowed and raked. sowing.

The donkey being led by someone wailed its throats from time to time, leaving some hoof marks in the ground.

With its traction, the columbine behind it kept moving forward.

On the way forward, a thin line of grain with shells leaked from the eyes of the warehouse, diverted into three columbine legs, and then buried in the ground, making a nice sound.

When the person holding the columbine sees that the eyes are blocked and the seeds are slow, they will vigorously shake the columbine left and right...

Yuan felt that her eyes were not enough.

This unprecedented cultivation method gave her enough shock.

She really wanted to understand how these three-legged things called columbine were made.

I want to learn how to farm with these three-legged things~www.wuxiahere.com~ But at the same time, she also really wants to know what kind of armor is being made in the tribe and the gods are trying to make.

After all, this is the first time since she came to the tribe, the wise **** son solemnly let people in the tribe do something new.

It is naturally the best to be able to witness the whole process. In this way, she can easily understand the truth and feel the wisdom from the Son of God more deeply and intimately.

Fortunately, considering the need to establish more positive values ​​for the people in the tribe, and not to bias the people in the tribe, Han Cheng did not tell the story of "Journey to the West", which is well-known at home and abroad, to the people in the tribe.

Otherwise, Yuan at this time might have plucked all the hair of her whole body and became a clone...

In fact, it's not just her, most of the other people in the tribe are very curious about what the **** child said called armor.

Following the divine son to see the wonder has long become a consensus of the Qingque tribe.

Especially Shang, the attention to this matter is far more than others.

Because that smile before the son of God always made him feel a little chill in his body unconsciously.

As a militant, he was a little disturbed by the smile of the son of God. If this matter is known to those who have been stabbed to death, they will definitely feel that they are dead...

In the carpenter's room, Han Cheng looked carefully at the freshly baked rattan armour in his hand.

After seven or eight days of continuous hard work, the first more decent rattan armor in the tribe finally appeared.

I don’t know why, looking at the set of vine armor in his hand, before Han Cheng was happy, he suddenly remembered the story of Zhuge Liang burning the vine armor...

(Finally the code came out, and I felt my body was hollowed out... the normal update will resume tomorrow.)