Chapter 352 Three Strains of Cooking Smoke

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

The people on the boat headed downstream along with the boat.

What was different from the past was that there was no longer anything behind the six boats.

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

There are also one or two people holding pennies standing on the raft to help the raft turn around and control the speed of the raft so that the bamboo raft does not hit the boat in front of it.

These rafts are made of bamboo, no less than two meters wide and more than three meters long. The upper and lower layers of bamboo are bound together so that people can stand on them without getting their shoes wet.

Compared with small boats that sway with the water, heavy and large bamboo rafts are undoubtedly more stable, so those people who are more seasick all hold pennies to the bamboo rafts that are more like flat ground.

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

Iron Head, whose legs were no longer trembling, was holding a long penny in his hand. Seeing that the speed of the bamboo raft was too fast, he inserted the penny into the river bed and waited for a while to allow the distance between the bamboo raft and the boat.

This is definitely easier than mowing the lawn all day long.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that there were many bamboo tubes with two knots tied to his body.

It is really inconvenient to tie this thing on his body, he intends to untie these bamboo tubes, but remembering what Shenzi said before, if he falls into the water without drowning, he holds back .

After all, he still cherishes life more than being uncomfortable.

He was not the only one with bamboo pipes on his body. Except for Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei, everyone in the team had bamboo pipes on their bodies.

It's not that Han Cheng is not afraid of death, but that he and Bai Xuemei are tied to urine bubbles with stronger buoyancy and lighter weight...

These six bamboo rafts were the results that Han Cheng had achieved during the two days he led the crowd to the shore.

The production of bamboo rafts is very necessary, without them, there is no way to transport the wild hemp that has been harvested back.

After all, a few small boats are enough to hold people, and there is no extra space for wild hemp.

Moreover, even if the ship is freed to load wild hemp,

How much can a ship hold?

It is far less than that transported by bamboo rafts.

Moreover, this move kills two birds with one stone. It can not only be used to transport wild hemp, but when it is time to pull the wild hemp back to the tribe, the bamboo raft will be dismantled and a lot of bamboo will be obtained.

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

When the time comes, it will be an excellent material whether it is used to make sieves or mats.

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

Grain production will expand in the coming year, and the bamboo sieves produced will come in handy at that time.

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

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

At the same time, they also brought stone shovels that were sharpened by the soil for planing the ground.

If they didn't have these tools, they would come here with only a bone shovel like last time, and if they wanted to cut down bamboo to make such a raft, they wouldn't be able to do it even in two more days.

Brother Sha, who was carrying a bow and paddling with both hands, was also looking at these bamboo rafts, and the more he looked at them, the more he was amazed by the wisdom of the Son of God.

Earlier, he was worried about how the Son of God would transport the harvested wild hemp from the water.

From the act of Shenzi preparing so many sickles and bringing Tietou and other harvesters with him, he knew that the amount of wild hemp that Shenzi needed to harvest was absolutely indispensable.

The only ones he knew of that could walk on water and be used to transport wild hemp were the wooden boats they were riding in.

But these wooden boats were full of people, even if they were crowded enough to make room for two wooden boats, they still wouldn't be able to hold too much wild hemp.

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

"Small bamboo rafts flow with the water, the birds sing and the fish swim... In Yumi Township in the south of the Yangtze River, the small bamboo rafts flow with the water..."

Bai Xuemei also had some childish voices, mixed with the sound of water being hit by the oars, chasing the water birds that flew away close to the water.

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

When I read it at this time, it is also suitable for the occasion, but it is a little less crowded and fragrant.

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

Is it because he was single-minded when he was a child and received little external interference?

Or is it too utilitarian after growing up, and there are too many things to learn?

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

The sky darkened again, small boats and bamboo rafts docked one by one, people got off the boats one after another, the bonfire was lit, and the fish in the fish cage were taken out...

At dusk, the first wisp of cooking smoke floats from the river bank, it is the only cooking smoke here, drifting slowly against the water surface in the evening wind.

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

At this time, the cooking smoke and the hot air are mixed together, and it is no longer possible to distinguish 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 in the tribe with Wu put down his bowls and chopsticks, climbed the wooden ladder to the fence in the last light of day, looked towards the east, and could vaguely see some shining water.

Outside the gate of the tribe, squatting Fu Jiang and his five cubs who were almost as big as him.

Regarding this trip, Eldest Senior Brother was quite worried, without him by his side, he was afraid that Son of God would be in danger.

And this time when the Son of God left, half of the people he took with him were from the original bone tribe, and they were still that kind of strong.

Eldest brother understands Shenzi's intention of doing this, and it is exactly like this, so he is even more worried.

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

Although he knew that no one could match the son of God in terms of wisdom, the senior brother still couldn't help but worry.

Just like he would worry about the tribe when he went out with the Son of God.

If you live in a high temple, you will worry about your ruler; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your people. But when is the time to be happy...

Of course the big brothers don't know about the famous "Yueyang Tower" through the ages, but their feelings are interlinked.

I don't know what kind of mood Mr. Fan will feel when he learns that his thoughts and feelings coincide with the ancients who can't be more ancient.

"Bah bah..."

Among the green tribe with smoke billowing from the kitchen, the leader of the green tribe repeatedly spat out the cooked weed seeds stuffed in his mouth.

This stuff is just as unpalatable even if it’s cooked, I really don’t know why that tribe makes so much…

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