Chapter 644: Gardenia and Red Vine

Gardenia is a wonderful thing.

When the white gardenias are in bloom, their sweet smell can spread far and wide, comparable to sweet-scented osmanthus.

Moreover, compared to small osmanthus, large gardenias are more ornamental.

The gardenias that come out after the flowers bloom are very good for making tea.

Of course, for Han Cheng now, these are not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the gardenia color is very good.

Buckle two or three gardenias, throw them into the pot, and boil them with a little water to dye a pot of water yellow.

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

Now the linen woven by the tribe has begun to be dyed one after another.

No longer only the taupe dyed with smelly mud, but also the yellow dyed with gardenia water.

It was not Han Cheng's idea to dye linen with gardenia water, but the grass in the tribe.

The reason is that when drinking gardenia tea, I accidentally sprinkled yellow water on the newly made solid-colored sackcloth, leaving spots of yellow at that time.

Everyone has a love of beauty, and the same is true for Qingcao. Wearing newly made linen clothes makes her very happy, and she even looks a little cautious when walking.

Now that the good clothes are soiled like this, it would be strange if I feel better.

Immediately, I hurried back to the house to take off my clothes and wash them with water.

The result was different from usual. After the yellow gardenia water fell on it, it seemed to have taken root. The green grass almost tore the clothes, and the yellow stained on it could not be washed away.

Not to mention Qingcao's sadness at that time, tears came out when she saw the clothes that were dirty when she just put them on.

Later, with an idea, I used more gardenias to boil water, then threw the clothes into the water and boiled them vigorously. As a result, a very beautiful color of clothes came out in the Qingque tribe.

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

For a time, the clothes in the tribe were all yellow.

This is often the case, bad things are not necessarily bad things, and at the same time, the discovery of many things is actually unintentional.

Nature is selfless, it is rich in things, and can provide people with many things they need, provided that you need to discover and use them.

Compared with 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 a large area of ​​cultivated land around the tribe. Nothing has changed.

Red paint falls on a vine.

The whole body of this vine is red. After peeling off the skin and soaking it in water, a basin of clear water will soon be dyed red.

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

With the three plants of indigo, gardenia, and red vine, the three primary colors Han Cheng needed were also available.

The characteristics of these types of plants were discovered, and the latest ones were more than a year ago, so they are preserved in the tribe.

Even if spring has just arrived at this time, it doesn't matter if many vegetation have not sprouted.

Those stored before are enough for Han Cheng to use.

After going in and out for a while, three pottery pots were set up in the courtyard. Most of the pots were filled with water, and the water was soaked with red vine bark, gardenia, and indigo.

The flames under the clay pots are burning, and as the water temperature continues to rise, the colors contained in the three plants are quickly forced out and blended into the water.

Han Cheng was worried that the color was not enough, so he boiled it vigorously, and only stopped when the water was boiled to about a quarter.

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

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

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

Even if Han Cheng knew in advance that the pigments of these colors would change color when they were mixed together, he still felt that it was very novel to actually do this with his own hands at this time.

After tinkering for a while, after thinking about it, I found a small brush and several clean brushes of normal size.

Every time a paint is mixed, it is recorded on the paper which paint was used and how much of each paint was used.

Then use a clean pen to paint on the back to leave the color.

After coming here for a few years, Han Cheng has developed the habit of making records.

It's not that he loves to learn, but that if you don't keep records of many things, you won't be able to keep improving.

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

Han Cheng, who was concentrating on painting a color on the paper, suddenly heard such a sound behind him, which immediately made him tremble with fright.

When he turned his head to look, he saw Wu, who had been quietly standing behind Han Cheng for a while.

If you don't catch your mice, what are you doing here to scare people? How can you be so careless?

Han Cheng, who hadn't completely calmed down, complained about Wu in his heart.

Wu Ke didn't care how Han Cheng complained about him in his heart, but at this moment he was completely stunned by these three colors and the magical changes after they were mixed together.

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

Wu stretched out his finger to point at the paint bowl, with an agitated and incredulous expression on his face, he was speechless.

Seeing Wu's appearance, Han Cheng graciously forgave Wu for scaring him just now.

A kind of joy of "bullying" primitive people and old people rose to my heart in an instant, filling my whole chest.

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

Obviously, he was also very surprised by the changes in the paint that he hadn't seen much before, but at this moment, 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 Wu Zhen was really taken aback by Han Cheng's calm and breezy appearance. In his opinion, this thing was already very miraculous, but the son of God actually said it was just a trivial matter?

With a little comparison like this, the huge gap was immediately revealed, and the worship of the Son of God in my heart suddenly turned into a torrent of water...

The stinky Han Dashenzi greatly satisfied his vanity through Wu's reaction, and then stopped 'bullying' the elderly.

He handed the spoon to Wu, and he commanded remotely, letting the novelty Wu do these things instead of him.

Water of different colors can turn into another color after being mixed together. Wu was amazed by this miraculous transformation.

So, after a lot of tossing, when Han Cheng remembered the business, the three pigments of red, yellow and blue had been wiped clean.

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