Chapter 813 Pretend to Be a Cute Boss (3 in 1)
"Son of God, keep blowing, keep blowing!"
Just after dinner the next day, everyone could not wait to gather around, looking at Han Cheng one by one, their eyes sparkling.
Music has no borders or ages, especially music that can be widely circulated and sung enduringly has its own advantages.
Of course, races are not easy to cross, otherwise there would be no such thing as playing the piano to a cow.
Everyone in the Qingque Tribe who had never heard the flute, last night, Han Cheng's "Farewell" was heard as if they were in the clouds. The feeling was really amazing.
Although I can't say it, I can really feel the beauty of music.
So just after dinner today, everyone could not wait to look at Han Cheng, looking forward to the respected Son of God playing another song for them.
Looking at the people staring at him with bright eyes, Han Cheng suddenly saw a picture of a child who had dinner when he was a child, and half of the village gathered in the courtyard of a family, watching fiercely around a 14-inch black and white TV. scene.
Unfortunately, now he is no longer one of the people watching TV, but has become that 14-inch black and white TV...
Of course Han Cheng would not spoil everyone's interest, so he brought the bamboo flute again and played "Farewell" in front of everyone.
The sound of the flute sounded, and everyone fell silent instantly. Listening to the beautiful sound of the flute and looking at Shenzi playing the flute under the cover of the bonfire, the eyes of many primitive females in the tribe lit up.
In the past, they thought that a man who was strong and able to obtain a lot of food was the most attractive, but now, seeing the son of God playing the fife, their deep-rooted concept was suddenly shaken.
Looking at the people looking at his shining eyes, Han Cheng felt very good in his heart.
Of course, if these primitive females with stars in their eyes were all replaced with girls from later generations, and Han Cheng would gain such a large number of little fans all at once, he would definitely benefit more and be so happy that he would fly off.
However, relying on his flute, which is not considered third-rate, playing in public in later generations, it is not bad to not be thrown stones, and wanting to gain a large number of little fans, this is simply a dream.
It seems that women in the primitive era are easier to deceive!
"Son of God, keep blowing! Keep blowing!"
At the end of the song, after a long period of silence, someone yelled out loudly, and when someone took the lead, the rest of them came to their senses and started yelling together.
They couldn't get enough of the wonderful sound of the flute.
Han Cheng would naturally not refuse someone to support him like this. He put the flute to his mouth, and the melody of "Farewell" flowed out again, and everyone was instantly quiet and intoxicated...
"Son of God, keep blowing! Keep blowing!"
It was late at night, and people who used to go to bed very early, at this time, they were all full of energy and did not want to go to sleep. They couldn't get enough of this beautiful flute.
"Sleep! Stop blowing!"
After Han Dashenzi spoke, everyone's voices of desire and dissatisfaction were immediately suppressed.
This can't be blamed on Han Cheng, whoever played "Farewell" more than ten times in a row, his lips are almost bald and his brain is a little lack of oxygen, these guys are still yelling to do it again, and there is no reaction How much better than Han Cheng.
Of course, it’s okay for these guys to buy tickets, and Han Cheng is willing to come again a few times, the key is that there are no tickets, and there are so many demands, how can there be such a reason?
Therefore, everyone was suppressed by Han Dashenzi.
"Sleep well tonight, work hard tomorrow, and I will play for everyone tomorrow night."
As soon as Han Cheng said such words, everyone who was still in a low mood just now revived with blood in an instant.
Han Cheng touched his numb lips, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to do too much.
Alas, there is no way, people are too good to be such a trouble...
"Sil~~~~..."
At the chicken coop of the Qingque Tribe,
There were chickens screaming in terror, but no matter how frightened they screamed, they still couldn't escape the murderous hands of God Son Han.
A rooster was held by Han Cheng's wings, and he pulled three or four feathers from it before releasing it, and then caught another unlucky guy and continued to pull it out.
At this time, Han Cheng looked quite a bit like a witch when he was making brushes back then, and he had the tendency to turn into a hair-plucking madman.
Fortunately, he only targeted poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese, and did not attack the rest.
After a lot of chickens, ducks, geese and moaning, Han Cheng left here with a full harvest.
Seeing the two-legged beast leave, the poultry of the Qingque tribe slowly calmed down.
Han Cheng stuffed four chicken wings into a thin bamboo tube with a length of three or four centimeters. About three centimeters in the middle of the circular copper piece.
After it was firm, Han Cheng threw the simplified version of the shuttlecock into the air, and then the shuttlecock fell down with the feathers facing upwards and the copper pieces facing downwards.
After seeing that it was relatively successful, Han Chengcheng picked it up from the ground and threw it in the air again.
But this time, he didn't let it fall to the ground. Instead, when it fell, Han Cheng stretched out his foot to catch it, and kicked it up again.
Shuttlecock kicking is not Han Cheng's strong point, but he can't catch it after two kicks.
"Brother Cheng, this is it?"
Because Xiao Xing'er was not born for a long time, she needs more care from Bai Xuemei, the mother, and now she can't raise silkworms, so Bai Xuemei lives relatively leisurely, and her favorite thing to do is to hug her. Holding Xiao Xing'er, leading Xiao Wandou to follow behind Han Cheng like a little tail.
At this time, seeing Han Cheng doing strange actions to this thing he had never seen before, he asked curiously.
"This is a shuttlecock, which is kicked with the feet. If you kick it a lot, it can strengthen your body.
In winter, when the sports meeting is held, shuttlecock kicking will be set as a special event, and women will compete with each other, and whoever kicks more will be rewarded. "
Han Cheng smiled and explained to Bai Xuemei.
After that, he kicked twice more, and successfully increased the number of kicks from two to three. Han Cheng felt a little proud, the progress was so obvious! In just a short while, it has increased by one-third!
"You come and kick."
Han Cheng smiled and said to Bai Xuemei who was holding Xiao Xing'er.
"Brother Cheng, I won't."
Bai Xuemei shook her head, this is the first time she has seen this shuttlecock and this novel way of playing, so naturally she doesn't know how to play it.
"It's okay, it's easy, just kick and kick."
Han Cheng took Xiao Xing'er from Bai Xuemei's arms, and said to Bai Xuemei with a smile.
Persuading Xiaomeng as a senior veteran.
"When you kick, try to keep your feet up as flat as possible. You can't use too much strength. As long as you pay more attention, you can reach my level."
"Uh-huh."
Bai Xuemei nodded obediently, with the nervousness, novelty and apprehension unique to novices.
Master Han taught a few more words, and after imparting his own experience, the somewhat cautious and apprehensive Bai Xuemei threw the shuttlecock into the air.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack..."
Seeing the feather shuttlecock flying up and down on Bai Xuemei's feet, Han Cheng's face was twitching, did he need such strength to slap him in the face? He is obviously a big shot, but he insists on pretending to be a little cute here. Is it really okay to slap her in the face like this? ...
"Brother Cheng, your method of teaching is really good!"
Bai Xuemei, who kicked the shuttlecock for the first time, kicked it twelve times in a row, looked at Han Cheng and said with admiration.
Rao Han Cheng's face is thick enough, and now he can't help but blush.
"Hey, brother Cheng, what's wrong with your face? Why is it so red?"
Looking at Bai Xuemei's innocent face, Han Cheng suddenly had the urge to run away...
The appearance of the shuttlecock quickly set off a wave of enthusiasm in the tribe. Primitive females who seldom have fun activities, after getting these chicken feather shuttlecocks, they were all overjoyed. foot.
It has the demeanor of those people in later generations who "put a deck of cards in their waists and give them to whoever catches them".
Of course, if the shuttlecock alone is not enough to make these primitive women in the tribe obsessed with it, but if the shuttlecock and the horn comb are connected, such a trend can be set off in the tribe, and there is no reason at all. Makes people feel strange.
Horn combs are different from ordinary wooden combs. Horn combs are not only comfortable to use, but also look very good-looking. They are the things that can touch the hearts of tribal women the most.
When using such a thing as a reward for the top three shuttlecock kickers in the winter sports meeting, these women will not be moved by it.
The horn combs obtained through the competition are not the same as the rest. The horn combs obtained through the competition are awarded to individuals and no longer belong to the public.
After these years of continuous development and the gradual enrichment of tribal materials, everyone has gradually developed some private ideas, and can distinguish the different concepts of self-owned and public-owned.
"Kang~"
Beside the bronze-casting stove that was emitting white smoke, Heiwa held a gong tied up with a rope in one hand, and a gong hammer wrapped in cloth in the other hand, and struck on the middle of the gong.
After the gong is struck, the surface of the gong vibrates and makes a sound.
The sound is a bit louder than the one cast before, but it is still far from the effect that Shenzi described.
This made Hei Wa very distressed. He had already made the mold very carefully, and made the gap between the molds to the thinnest level he could achieve by hand, but the effect of the cast gong was still not ideal. .
In the past, he always wanted to do more challenging things, but now Hei Wa suddenly regretted it, because the challenge of this gong is really too great!
He has racked his brains, but still can't come up with a gong that works well.
And now the weather is getting colder and colder, and there will be heavy snowfall at some point.
Time is so tight, Hei Wa couldn't help being in a hurry.
"Put this copper gong in an iron furnace and heat it vigorously. After it is hot, beat the protruding disc in the middle with a hammer to make it thinner."
Han Cheng came over and understood Heiwa's difficulties, he held the unsuccessful gong in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, and said aloud to the second senior brother beside him.
Copper cannot be repeatedly forged like iron, but it is not a problem to heat the thick part and then beat it thin.
For Tongluo, Han Cheng's most direct contact was when he was a child, he went on patrol with his cousin who was more than ten years older than him next door, and a nephew who was five or six years older than him.
In those two years, cattle thieves were very rampant. The village where Han Cheng lived lost three cows within a year, and the nearby villages also lost some more or less.
So the various villages began to organize people to patrol and watch at night.
Three households form a group, and each household dispatches at least one person. They are divided into two groups for one night, one group is responsible for the first half of the night, and the other group is responsible for the second half of the night.
The three of them carried a copper gong, and when they left the house, the old lady explained over and over again that when they met a thief, they would hit the copper gong vigorously in their hands, but they must never go to the thief's side...
Of course, the village has been patrolling the gongs for more than a year, and no one or thief has been found.
However, the experience at that time was not in vain. At least at this time, when making gongs, he would not be as blind as he was when he was making oil presses before, and could only continue to grope step by step.
So after watching it for a while and comparing it with the gong in his memory, he can roughly see the problem and give some solutions.
Gongs and leather drums actually have something in common. They both make sound through the rapid vibration of the drum surface after being hit.
Now that the surface of the gong is made too thick, the tremor is affected, so the sound will naturally not be too loud.
Of course, in addition to the vibration of the drum surface, the sound of the drum is loud. Another reason is that the hollow drum barrel below has a certain sound amplification effect.
After listening to Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother immediately started to get busy, tidying up the iron stove that had been left unused for a long time and was made to get some iron from the iron bacteria.
After putting the best charcoal in it, light the fire and start to burn. Hei Wa, who couldn't think of a way to do it, squatted there very consciously, and pressed the hand-pressed drill-type blower to continuously send air into the stove. As he raised the temperature of the furnace, he really wanted to see the gong repaired.
After most of the charcoal was burned, the copper gong that was untied from the rope was put into the stove. After burning for a while, the second senior brother took it out of the stove with a long-handled bronze pliers, and placed it flat. On a bronze ingot with a flat surface, he held the bronze hammer and hammered down on the protruding part in the center of the gong, which looked like a bullseye.
As the bronze hammer continued to fall, it gradually became thinner.
Practice makes perfect, the second senior brother is the one who does a lot of these jobs in the tribe, so the craftsmanship is pretty good.
At the beginning, I smashed it with great strength, and when it was almost smashed, I slowed down my strength to eliminate as much as possible the traces of the smashed surface and make it flat.
"Bang!"
After a lot of careful handling, the gong was finally fixed. After tying the rope, Han Cheng swung the gong himself with a hammer, and a sound that was much louder than before spread out.
There is no sound of the gong in the later generations in memory, but it can be used to make do with it.
Hei Wa's troubles were all gone, and her eyes became brighter. It turns out that besides casting, this method can also be used to rest the casted utensils!
The weather is getting colder and colder. Although the snow has not yet fallen, people can really feel that winter has really come.
The cold wind whizzed past, the yellow leaves all over the sky fell down one after another, and the wild grass was bent down by the blow.
In such weather, cheers erupted from the future Wild Duck Inn.
People from the Feng Tribe and Linfeng Tribe headed by the old primitive man, and the road construction team from the Qingque Tribe headed by Gu met here and merged victoriously.
Their hands were tightly held together, and they laughed excitedly. After half a year and countless sweats, they finally built the road before the snow fell!
Although there are still many places where the bridge mentioned by the Son of God needs to be built, it is undeniable that the main body of this road has been built by them!
When the road construction teams from both sides tamped the last bit of road together, they held each other's hands tightly.
At this time, they are no longer from any tribe, but a group of people working together for the same goal!
"Go, the road has been repaired, now you can walk down this road and go to the main tribe!"
Stone extended an invitation to these people with a smile on his face.
More than half a year of wind and sun, and being away from the tribe to determine the road here alone, plus teaching the minors of the two tribes to learn Mandarin and Chinese characters, made the stone much darker and stronger. At the same time, there are more Calm and confident.
Some roads can only be walked by one person. After walking this road, the whole person will gain something more or less, and become different from before. This is growth.
Having been with the people of the two tribes day and night for more than half a year, Shishi already has some special feelings for the people of the two tribes, and he also knows their wishes very clearly. The reason is that I want to go to my big tribe to see after the road is built.
Now that the road has finally been built, amidst the cheers of the crowd, Stone immediately brought up this matter.
After Shi Shi's invitation was sent out, the place fell silent, and then more enthusiastic cheers erupted. The minors of the two tribes jumped up and down excitedly, with joy and longing in their hearts.
The adults of the two tribes were also very happy.
After waiting for such a long time, they finally finished building the road, so they can go to the big tribe of this kind-hearted tribe and meet the kind-hearted son of God!
However, after such joy lasted for a while, someone stood up and poured cold water on it.
Those who throw cold water are the old primitive people of the Wind Tribe.
Like the rest of the people, he was also very eager to visit the big tribe of the kind tribe. However, after seeing the many fallen leaves blown by the wind and the weeds bent by the wind, he felt more and more cold. After the high temperature, I still suppressed this idea.
The weather is getting colder and colder, winter has come, and heavy snow may fall at any time.
They had no time to delay any longer.
Although Shenzi thought of a way for himself and others before, so that he and others can continue to live in a kind tribe in winter, but before doing this, they need to go back to their own tribe first, and take this For more than half a year, the salt and other things obtained from the kind Qingque tribe were transported back to the tribe, and the people who stayed in the tribe needed it very much.
And they need to go back and tell the people in the tribe that they continue to work in the kind tribe in winter, otherwise the people in the tribe will worry.
These need to be done before the snow falls, otherwise things will become uncomfortable.
Whether the heavy snow fell before they returned to the tribe, or the heavy snow fell after they returned to the tribe, it was a worrying thing.
Although the old primitive man also wanted to go to the kind-hearted Qingque Lord tribe very much, but after thinking of these, the old primitive man could only temporarily suppress it, because compared with this matter, it was impossible to catch up before the heavy snow fell. It is even more important to arrange things and bring these people back to the kind Qingque tribe.
Because if one fails, I and others will spend the winter in my tribe, and it will take a long time to come to the kind tribe again and see these kind people.
This saying is true, especially in this era when there are not many channels for acquiring knowledge and experience, and more attention is paid to acquiring various knowledge based on one's own experience. Small people are smarter.
So when everyone was rejoicing about going to the Qingquezhu tribe, the old primitive people of the Feng tribe thought of these more far-reaching things.
After expressing such a meaning, the cheering people immediately stopped cheering.
They thought carefully about what the old primitive man said, and found it very reasonable. In order to spend this winter in the kind Qingque tribe, what they need to do most at this time is to return to their own tribe quickly, and then hurry to the village. The kind Qingque tribe chased away.
However, they understand that they understand, but it is also unavoidable to feel uncomfortable. After all, they have been looking forward to this matter for so long, and it can finally be realized, but such a thing happened again.
After understanding everyone's worries, Shitou laughed. Not only Shitou, but also the rest of the people who understood the concerns of the old primitive people and the Qingque Tribe also smiled kindly.
If the old primitive people were worried about other things, they might not be able to help, but now, this is really not a problem for them who took advantage of the heavy snow to wipe out the semi-agricultural tribe last winter.
"Walk even if there is snow, we have a way..."
Shitou explained to the old primitive people with a smile, as Shitou told them, the people of the two tribes, who were originally depressed, gradually showed joy...