Chapter 812 God's Assist From the Old Primitive (3 in 1)

"Tell them that in winter, the road cannot be repaired, but our tribe still has work for them to do.

They can go to the copper mountain to mine ore, and the treatment is the same as now. We provide meals, and after they dig a certain amount of ore, they can exchange a certain amount of food, salt, or pottery from our tribe just like building roads. "

Han Cheng said to the trade with a smile.

Regarding the future of the Wind Tribe and the Neighboring Wind Tribe, Han Cheng had already made a plan.

The best result is to slowly assimilate and absorb.

If you can't assimilate and absorb them in a short time, then try to prolong the contact time of these people with your own tribe, continue to assimilate, and after you persevere, there will always be a day when they will be absorbed.

Moreover, in the process of assimilation, their own tribe will not suffer.

Just like what Han Cheng said to the trade now.

This method had already been thought of by Han Cheng as long as he was thinking about the two colliding tribes, and it was just right to use it at this time.

It can not only allow these people to stay in their own tribe, accept the assimilation of their own tribe while working, but also take care of their inseparable emotions from the old tribe for a while.

"After arriving at the Tongshan residential area, tell Junior Brother Sha that when these people start mining, build some domed houses for them to live in."

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng explained to the trade again.

The reason for this explanation is because Han Cheng wanted to artificially establish some differences in the Tongshan residential area.

There are no windows on the semi-cave houses with domes, and because they are semi-cave dwellers, it is naturally not as comfortable to live in as a house that is completely on the ground like the Qingque Tribe.

What Han Cheng wanted to take advantage of was this discomfort. The purpose was to let the people of the Feng tribe and the adjacent Feng tribe have some yearning in this gap.

If the standard of living of those who are still "hired workers" is directly raised to the same level as that of the citizens of the Qingque tribe, then it will become more difficult to absorb them as members of their own tribe.

The reason is very simple, when they are 'hired workers', they are no different from the treatment of citizens, so why do they go one step further and become citizens of the Qingque Tribe? Is it not good to continue to be a hired worker?

Now these people have been living in the wild far away from their own tribe, and they don't have any thoughts about the semi-tavern houses they live in now, but when they live in the Tongshan residential area in time, they will be similar to the houses of the Qingque tribe. Contrast, slowly will produce some different ideas.

There is no comparison, there is no harm. This saying is true. However, in addition to harm, through comparison, people will become more progressive and will not be complacent about the status quo.

When people go to high places, when they see that there are better things around them, and they are sure that they can get these better things as long as they work hard, most people are still willing to work hard.

In addition to the house to live in, the tools used and the food to eat should be different to a certain extent. This can better highlight the advantages of joining the Qingque tribe and becoming a citizen of the Qingque tribe...

After thinking carefully, Han Cheng explained some other things that need to be paid attention to.

In this way, the next day, the trade team that had just returned set off again to the Copper Mountain residential area.

"Qingque Banner! Qingque Banner!"

The people of the two tribes who were building the road cheered again.

When the old primitive people saw the blue sparrow flag fluttering in the wind among the fallen leaves all over the sky, and the smiling Mao under the blue sparrow flag, they immediately smiled, and their worries were greatly reduced.

Mao and the others came back so soon and looked very happy. It is very likely that the wise Son of God came up with a solution to the current predicament!

Under the leadership of the old primitive man, everyone couldn't wait to welcome Mao and them.

"The Son of God thought of a way!"

Before the old primitive people came over,

With a smile on his face, Mao shouted loudly,

Such words were heard in the ears, and some of the hearts that everyone was still holding were suddenly relaxed.

"Mao, quickly tell me the way of the Son of God!"

After the two parties got together, some people couldn't wait to inquire immediately, and the rest of the people also looked at them eagerly, expecting the solution that the wise Son of God would come up with.

"Son of God said that you can mine mines in winter..."

Mao didn't make any excuses, and just started talking with a smile.

After Mao finished explaining the method Han Cheng told him, there was a burst of excited and joyful cheers here, more excited than when Mao and the others came with sheep and fruit candy not long ago.

This kind of excitement lasted until Mao and Shang left here with the trade team and went to the Tongshan residential area.

The Son of God is so wise! How kind!

Such a good idea can be thought of!

In order to let myself and others know about this method earlier and feel relieved earlier, Mao and the others were dispatched by the Son of God as soon as they returned to the tribe.

As night fell, lying in the semi-cave house with the dome, the old primitive man of the Feng tribe was full of excitement thinking, and his reverence for the Son of God went up to a higher level.

His respect for Han Cheng is not only because of these, but also a more important factor, that is, the old primitive people think that Han Cheng suffered a big loss for making such a decision.

"Because we want to stay, Shenzi came up with this method. Although this method is very good, but Shenzi and the others will lose a lot of things because of these things.

Salt, pottery, and food are all extremely precious. In order to solve our difficulties, there is no one else who is willing to give up so many things except the Son of God and this kind-hearted tribe!

We must keep this in mind! "

The excited old primitives conveyed this meaning to their tribe and the people of the Linfeng tribe by using the language mixed with Mandarin and adding some gestures.

Originally, the vast majority of people only felt the care and love from the Son of God at a relatively shallow level.

Now being extended by the old primitive man with such an excited expression, everyone thinks along the old primitive man's way of thinking, and immediately feels that what the old primitive man said is very right, and at the same time, they also feel the deeper care and love of the Son of God. .

What the old primitive man said was very true, except for the Son of God, who else was so kind to them?

Thinking of this, someone in the darkness couldn't help but shed tears.

There were also some minors who sobbed and cried aloud.

Crying is also an emotion that can be contagious to each other. Many other people who were already agitated by the crying sound couldn't help crying, and the old primitive man wiped his tears there.

So, in the end, this temporary work shed was full of crying. I don't know how heartbreaking people thought it was.

This crying lasted for a while before it gradually became smaller and gradually disappeared.

The old primitive wiped his eye sockets with the back of his hand, and a smile appeared on his face, which was still stained with tears.

He closed his eyes, and he was no longer so troubled to sleep as he was in the previous nights.

At this moment, he felt peaceful in his heart, and soon fell asleep, snoring cheerfully.

But even though she was already asleep, the faint smile on her face didn't fade away...

"Wow ~ wow ~"

"Oh~!"

The baby's loud cry sounded in the dark room, followed by a long and weak sigh.

Then amidst the crying of the baby, there was a rustling sound in the room. A moment later, with the sound of blowing, a little red light lit up in the room, and then a faint flame rose.

Han Cheng took the fire folder and moved it to a bowl, lit the oil lamp, and the darkness in the room was dispelled.

The little girl was crying with her eyes wide open, her tightly clenched fists waving from time to time.

Bai Xuemei was also awakened by the little girl's crying, she was sitting on the kang at the moment, gently hugging the little girl.

The saying 'Mother, have long ears' is true. Bai Xuemei, who has always been sleepy, after giving birth to her little girl, became alert when she went to bed at night.

With the help of Han Cheng, who seemed a bit sleepy, Bai Xuemei wiped the little girl's buttocks, put on a new, dry diaper, then lay on her side on the kang, took the little girl into her arms, and offered to coax the baby. The artifact, humming softly like "Ao~Ao~" in his mouth, and gently patted the girl's body with the other hand.

After doing this for a while, Xiao Xing'er's crying changed from loud to soft, and gradually stopped.

Han Cheng stretched out his head to look, and saw that the little girl had fallen asleep, so he blew out the lamp, and then lay down lightly.

It's no easier than working with a child! It's really not that easy to be a nurse.

Ever since Xiao Xing'er was born, Han Cheng, who had never slept peacefully, felt this way.

At this time, Han Cheng still doesn't know what happened after the Feng Tribe and Lin Feng Tribe, because of the old primitive man's god assist, if he knows, he will be very happy. Kung fu here feels that it is hard to be a dad...

The next day Han Cheng got up, and after another family quarrel, Han Cheng took a piece of paper to find Hei Wa.

Heiwa was still there making mud.

Most people will develop occupational diseases after doing one thing for a long time. For example, Heiwa now feels weak all day if he doesn't touch the mud for a day.

However, it is precisely because of his occupational disease-like love that he is able to make pottery and clay-related molds so well.

"Son of God."

When Hei Wa saw Han Cheng coming, she raised her head and greeted with a smile. After seeing Han Cheng holding a piece of paper in her hand, she immediately dropped the mud in her hand. She didn't even have time to wash her hands. Excitedly, he leaned over and aimed straight at the piece of paper in Han Cheng's hand.

Seeing Hei Wa's appearance, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Don't look at it eagerly, this is a new thing that needs to be forged."

As he spoke, he unfolded the paper in his hand for Hei Wa to read.

Hei Wa, who was pointed out by Han Cheng, just smiled, her eyes were still fixed on the paper that Han Cheng was opening, with an expression of excitement on her face.

Now this guy is like Lame, he has almost reached the point where he can't stand the cold in the tribe, he always wants to make something new and something that hasn't been done before, and in the tribe, the most creative person is the son of God, from time to time You can come up with something that they can't think of at all and let them do it, so as soon as you see Han Cheng coming over with the blueprint, no matter if it's lame or Hei Wa, they will subconsciously get excited.

The paper unfolded, and there were three circular things drawn on it.

One is placed flat, one is erected, and the other is displayed behind.

These three pictures actually depict the same thing, which is the gong.

As the weather gets colder day by day, autumn is getting stronger and stronger, and winter is approaching, Han Cheng started to prepare for the first Winter Games of the Qingque Tribe.

Gong is one of the things that needs to be prepared.

Just a drum, Han Cheng still felt that it was not lively enough to highlight the momentum of the sports meeting.

So he thought of the gong, which is as famous as the drum.

The sound of gongs and drums is not for nothing.

Moreover, after getting out the gong, it is not only used in the sports meeting, but can also be extended to the defense of the tribe.

With the construction of the tribe's outer wall, the entire tribe has been greatly expanded. With a larger area, the clappers made of wood are somewhat insufficient.

After all, the clapper is made of wood, no matter how strong the force is and no matter how suitable the wood is, the sound it can produce is limited, far inferior to that of a gong.

In addition to city defense, it can be extended to the army later.

Beating the drums to march, and beating gold to withdraw troops, these are the two most simple and easy-to-understand orders.

After Han Cheng opened the blueprint, Hei Wa's eyes were fixed on it without blinking. After getting enough of his eye addiction, he quickly ran to the side to wash his hands.

After scrubbing his hands clean and wiping his clothes vigorously, he took the blueprint from Han Cheng and looked at it carefully with a serious expression, immersed in it.

After a while like this, Hei Wa moved his eyes away, and Han Cheng began to tell Hei Wa the function of the gong, how to use it, the desired effect, etc...

It is impossible not to tell these things. After all, what is drawn on paper is just a pattern, not the real thing. For Hei Wa, who has never been exposed to such things as gongs before, it is very important to understand the effects of gongs. It is necessary.

On the way of talking between Han Cheng and Hei Wa, Hei Wa would ask some questions from time to time, and Han Cheng also explained to Hei Wa in as much detail as possible based on his own understanding of Tonggong.

After going on like this for a little while, Hei Wa stopped asking, and sat there without saying a word, thinking.

In the afternoon, Hei Wa, who was in deep thought, started to move, mixed the mud with his own hands, and then made the mold of the gong...

Han Cheng quietly left the pottery workshop when Hei Wa started to meditate. He knew that he had basically finished the matter on the gong, and the rest was Hei Wa's business.

Han Cheng was not idle either. After coming out of the pottery workshop, he found a small copper saw and went to the bamboo pole forest with it.

Find a suitable bamboo in the bamboo pole forest, and then cut it neatly from the root with a copper saw.

Originally, this is not a difficult task, but if there are two more pandas who will hug your legs from time to time and never let go, then everything will be another matter.

After a while, after being robbed of three bamboos, Han Cheng managed to escape from the bamboo forest with a bamboo thicker than his thumb.

After returning to the courtyard, use a copper saw to cut off a section of about 30 centimeters. First, use a tool to break through the bamboo joints inside and smooth them as much as possible. Then use a ruler to point a few points outside the bamboo. Click it, and then find a small hand press drill, and start drilling at the topmost point.

However, the hole hadn't been drilled yet, and Han Chengcheng stopped his movements helplessly.

Bamboo is different from wood. The texture of bamboo is clearer, and it is precisely because of this that bamboo can be broken into thin bamboo strips.

But now, it was this feature that caused Han Cheng to run into trouble.

The trouble is that when drilling holes in bamboo, there will inevitably be some small bamboo strips on the surface around the holes, making the bamboo uneven.

But what Han Cheng wanted to achieve was that the surroundings of the holes were flat, and the holes drilled were just like those drilled out of wood.

Another two hand press drills were used on the discarded bamboo pipes. After trying to drill a few holes, Han Cheng gave up the idea of ​​using hand press drills to drill holes he wanted on the bamboo. .

Rubbing his chin and thinking for a while, Han Cheng found a copper stick of appropriate thickness, lit a fire and heated it inside, took it out and pressed it on the bamboo tube, and at the same time pressed down with his hand with appropriate strength, and gently Turn lightly.

When the fiery copper rod and bamboo came into contact, green smoke rose immediately, and after a while, black powder overflowed from the inside, and the copper rod also fell into the bamboo tube.

After a while, the temperature of the copper stick dropped and the progress slowed down. Han Chengcheng put the copper stick back into the fire and burned it. After heating up, he took out the stick and pointed it at the small shallow pit above the bamboo tube, and continued to repeat the previous action.

After doing this three times, the bamboo was burnt through, and Han Cheng removed the copper stick, and a round hole appeared on the bamboo tube with smooth edges, unlike a hand-pressed drill.

Han Cheng showed joy.

Immediately, I used a copper saw to cut off a bamboo about 30 centimeters long, and opened up the other two bamboo joints, leaving the one near the top of one end.

Then continue to use a ruler to compare marks on it, and after burning the copper stick red, burn holes one by one against the marks.

"God, what is this?"

Wu didn't know when he came over and watched intently. He didn't ask until Han Cheng had burned all the holes.

"This is a flute, a bamboo flute, which can make a nice sound."

Han Cheng found a piece of waste linen, squatted there and carefully wiped the black ash at the entrance of the cave bit by bit, and answered Wu's question aloud.

"A nice voice? Is it better than my sister sitting on the bow?"

Bai Xuemei, who was holding Xiao Xing'er, came over at some point, and answered Han Cheng's words curiously.

Han Cheng's face twitched, the silly woman remembered that her sister was on the bow.

"I'll blow it off and you'll know."

Han Cheng said with a smile, and at the same time peeled off a layer of film from the inside of a split bamboo, wet it with a little water and stuck it on the second hole, so that a bamboo flute can be considered completely finished up.

With one hand inside and one hand outside, Han Cheng separated his fingers to press the remaining hole, brought the bamboo flute horizontally to his mouth, slightly pursed his mouth, and tried to blow air into the first hole.

Playing the flute, Han Cheng is also a half-player, a kind of half-way monk.

The reason why I came into contact with this is because a guy from their search and rescue team in later generations likes to play the flute.

The time that touched Han Cheng the most was when they went on a mission together.

It was an evening, the round and warm sun set on the top of the sand dunes, surrounded by yellow sand, the sky and the earth seemed vast, and a group of birds fluttered in the sky, the guy took out his flute and held it to his mouth, Facing the sand dunes and the setting sun, I sang "A Laugh from the Sea".

At that time, Han Chengcheng was stunned by this guy's arrogance. In that situation, hearing such a song was really touching. idea.

It's a pity that I haven't learned the mastery yet, and I only learned one "Farewell" and "A Laugh from the Sea" for the songs that can be played together. The rest were sent to the primitive society before they had time to master. A flute player with limitless achievements.

After coming here, all kinds of things were busy, and there was no one around to show off the flute, so Han Cheng left it behind.

Now he started to plan for the sports meeting, thought of musical instruments, and then started to make the flute that he had lost for more than ten years.

Han Cheng is not a professional at making bamboo flutes, and Han Cheng is not a professional at playing flutes. When the two non-professionals meet together, the miracle does not happen, and there is no effect that the negative will make the positive.

Under the expectant gaze of Wu and Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng didn't even play the sound for the first time.

After trying several times in a row, I slowly found some feeling, and intermittent flute sounds began to sound when I flicked my fingers lightly.

Wu's eyes lit up, this is really amazing, it's just a piece of bamboo with some holes drilled into it, yet it can play such a beautiful sound!

Bai Xuemei tilted her head and thought about it carefully, and she felt that it was not as good as "Sister Riding on the Bow"...

As night fell, the faint moonlight fell, the wind blew, and the bamboo shadows danced outside the window. Han Cheng stood in front of the window and danced his fingers, and a song "Farewell" flowed out from his fingertips.

The sound of the flute echoed through the window in the courtyard under the moonlight. The already quiet courtyard became even quieter after the sound came out.

Yuan who was entangled with Wu suddenly stopped moving. After listening quietly for a while, a quietly flowing river appeared in front of his eyes, and a few falling red leaves gradually went away with the river.

Bai Xuemei looked at the back of her brother Cheng, her eyes were full of little stars.

Han Chengman snorted arrogantly. He said it a long time ago. One day, he will definitely become a world-class flute player. That guy always laughs at himself for being too frivolous. How is it now? Haven't you already successfully stood at the top of the world?

And it was played with a not-so-good bamboo flute.

The wind blew in from the window, shaking Han Cheng's clothes, making him look even more coquettish.

This flirting didn't last long, because Xiao Xing'er burst into tears there.

Facing the crying of his daughter, Han Cheng, who had been self-indulgent and coquettish just now, immediately failed.

The lethality brought by a daughter's cry is greater than that of the hooligan Da Suona in the musical instrument industry.