Chapter 647: Urn City

Everyone in the Qingque tribe who was immersed in the painting in front of them woke up when they heard Shi Shi's words.

Yes, they still have to farm, mow, and... After so much work, how can they have the spare energy to do these things?

How could the tribe be built like this when Gu Zihuang was in his prime?

Shi Shi's words are undoubtedly like a ladle of cold water being poured head-on, dispelling the enthusiasm of the crowd a lot, and making them feel extremely uncomfortable when they want to quickly turn these things in the painting into reality.

Han Cheng had already considered the start of construction. After the spring plowing, the tribe would be relatively free.

When the time comes, let the women and children in the tribe do relatively easy things such as weeding and loosening the soil, and the strong men will participate in the construction of houses.

Although the tribe is a bit crowded now, but according to the people's low requirements for living space and environment, there will be no problem in another two or three years.

In two or three years, enough people have done all of this.

Moreover, the houses that have been built one after another can also be put into use one after another. It is not necessary to build everything before starting to use it.

Han Cheng said his plan with a smile, and everyone who was worried just now felt suddenly enlightened.

Yes, these can be built slowly, there is no need to build them all at once.

Just like the houses and walls that the tribe now owns, they were built one after another.

Hearing Han Cheng's explanation of the stone, after understanding it for a while, he stretched out his hand and scratched his head. Since it was not built when the millet was yellow, why did you paint the yellow millet in the fields around the fence?

The painting of ripe millet and fruits certainly makes the whole painting more attractive.

For everyone in the tribe, yellow and bright fruits are always more attractive than romantic things.

Han Cheng, who knows the temperament of the people in the tribe, naturally wants to prescribe the right medicine.

Wu, who had been trembling for a while like sifting chaff, finally calmed down now.

The ladle of cold water poured down on the stone made him realize a problem.

That is the wall of the tribe.

The scale of 1:200 was written by Wu's hand. As a studious old man in the tribe, Wu still knew a little about the scale.

Because before Han Cheng taught trade to draw maps, he once talked about the scale.

Roughly estimating the length of the painted wall, and then doing a rough calculation, although he couldn't come up with an accurate figure, Wu also understood that the painted wall was far more than the tribe's current wall.

If you take a closer look at this picture, you will find that many buildings will exceed the scope of the current wall.

If you want to build all these buildings, then the existing walls in the tribe must be removed...

The fence is the most time-consuming thing in the entire tribe. Not to mention building it, it will take a lot of time just to tear down the existing wall.

It will take more energy to build a larger wall than it is now.

Not to mention the rest of the houses, just demolishing the fence and building the fence, I am afraid that it will not be completed when Guzi is yellow.

For such a long period of time, the tribe will lose the protection of the wall, then...

Although there are many people in the tribe now, and they also have a lot of bronze weapons, as long as they think that they have not been protected by a wall for such a long time, Wu's heart feels uneasy at all.

He hesitated for a while, but still told the matter.

As soon as Wu's words came out of his mouth, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat. How could he forget this matter?

The other people in the tribe who were excited about the bright future were also stunned at this moment. There is no doubt that Wu's cold water was poured more heavily.

If stones are counted according to the scoop, then witches should be counted according to the bucket.

Han Cheng really didn't think of this gap period when he was planning. At this time, Wu said that,

Suddenly felt bad, how could such a big flaw be left?

However, his daze was only for a short time, and he had already thought of a solution after a while.

The solution to this matter is actually very simple, that is, don't demolish the fence first, build the large fence outside first, and then tear down the old fence inside.

Just like when you first wanted to build in the tribe, you first chose to build a fence, and then built houses inside the fence after the safety was guaranteed.

In this way, the defense of the Horde will not be a problem.

He hadn't noticed this problem before, but now that Wu mentioned it like this, he came up with a solution.

Han Cheng smiled and told everyone the solution. The people who were poured with a bucket of cold water, and under the influence of Han Cheng adding firewood and fanning the flames, soon blazed again.

Wu Ye's eyes lit up, and he felt that this method was indeed very good.

So, without any worries, everyone in the Qingque tribe who confirmed the feasibility of this matter suddenly became excited again.

This rendering of Han Cheng's painstaking drawing is regarded as a treasure by everyone in the tribe. They take turns to look at it carefully with anticipation and excitement, imagining the scene of living in it in the future, and each of them is very emotional. .

Wu Shou stood next to the painting like a miser. Those who wanted to reach out to touch the painting were all slapped by Wu without exception, for fear of being ruined by these people.

If it wasn't for Han Cheng's repeated refusal, there would definitely be a grand party in the Qingque Tribe tonight.

Because the witch wants to inform the respected god of this great thing through sacrifices.

A picture stirred up a thousand waves, and as soon as this rendering came out, the people of the Qingque tribe immediately became as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

For a while, everyone was talking about this matter, and many people were imagining the scene of living in such a tribe...

As night fell, the heat was slightly lowered. Han Cheng, who was lying on the kang, was not as excited as everyone at the moment, because he had been thinking about the old fence.

The method of tearing down the old fence after the new fence was built in the afternoon always made him feel a little inappropriate.

On the one hand, it is not easy to build the fence, and on the other hand, it is quite troublesome to tear it down. Thirdly, even though he wrote the word 'demolition' on the wall, after tearing it down, no one will give him generous compensation. .

After all, he himself is the boss of the tribe.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng stretched out his hand and slapped himself hard on the head twice.

Why do good walls always want to be demolished? Wouldn't it be good to stay here and be an urn city?

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