Chapter 877 Donkey Saddle, Donkey Stirrup (3 in 1)
Han Cheng never thought of the effect of letting the big brother go to the north to bring back the remaining people of these tribes.
He really didn't have such a long-term consideration, he just wanted to bring these people back as slaves in the tribe, so that the tribe could grow stronger.
I really didn't think that these new slaves would identify with the tribe more because of this, and put a kind hat on themselves.
Alas, this is the benefit of being too powerful in your own tribe. Even being a slave to your own tribe is better than their original life.
Alas, this person is too good, and the tribe is too powerful. There is no way to do it. It is very frustrating to have such a big unexpected gain with an unintentional move...
In the office, I finally gave the drawing of the saddle to God Son Han. After hearing the news gathered by the old slaves and reported by the slave-born grassroots, the smile on his face never disappeared. It's like being smashed by a fart.
That kind of appearance that is cheap and good-looking, deserves as much beating as possible.
Fortunately, the grassroots on the side didn't know the inner activities of their Shenzi, otherwise, the tall and mighty image of Shenzi in their mind would collapse in an instant.
"You did a good job. Ask again to see who can know the way. Find more people who can remember the way. Let them go back with the team. It's best to find them according to their original tribe. There is at least one tribe, so that no one from any tribe will be missed..."
After getting the cheap, the very stinky and beautiful Han Dashenzi, after affirming the things done by the grassroots, gave him a new order, asking him to find some people who know the way, wait and wait. They head north together.
After receiving the affirmation from the Son of God, Grassroots seemed very happy. This guy who used to drool over the deer of the Qingque tribe and was taken back by the evil witch of the Tengshe tribe had already become a real Qingque tribe people.
After a silly smile, he went out very energetically, went directly to the slave yard, and went to do what Han Cheng had just told him.
As for Han Cheng, he stood up and stretched vigorously, and thought about what the grass root told him just now, couldn't help hey again for a while, and then went out to look for the lame.
At this time, the sun had already set, and it was time for the tired birds to return to the forest.
not just birds,
The herd of deer in the tribe and a large number of dogs following the herd also returned to the tribe.
Not far away, there was the sound of bleating, and from time to time there would be the sound of a whip piercing the air, and there would be some yelling in the middle.
This is Lao Yang and others from the original sheep tribe, who drove back the flock of sheep that were full.
In places like chicken coops and duck coops, some primitive women in the tribe brought some children and put chopped green grass mixed with some rapeseed and relatively dry millet, so that these guys can go to bed after dinner .
It is very necessary to feed the chickens. In this way, not only can the meat grow, but also the little hens can lay more eggs.
Now, the chickens in the tribe have been domesticated from generation to generation. It has been more than ten years, and they are basically no longer wild, and their living habits are getting closer to the chickens of later generations.
After a while, Han Chengcheng wanted to try to get a small part of the chickens out of the chicken coop and put them in the yard for free-range breeding, to see if their wildness would return, and if not. , he will raise more chickens from the chicken coop.
After a period of free-range breeding in the yard, to confirm that these chickens will not return to nature again, Han Chengcheng will try to get them outside the yard so that they can survive.
In this way, a lot of food for chickens can be saved, and it can also effectively reduce insects such as grasshoppers in the field.
Of course, there is another prerequisite for doing this, that you need to fence the vegetable gardens in the tribe first, otherwise these fellows who are also omnivores will peck at the leaves of the vegetables in the tribe.
After standing here for a while, a person walked over not far away, and it was the lame that Han Cheng was looking for.
About Shenzi's plan to manufacture two new tools that can be mounted on donkeys to make them easier to ride, Lame already knew about it, and Mao told him not long ago.
As an ingenious craftsman with the same reputation as Heiwa in the tribe, it is of course his duty to do such a thing.
So after getting the news, the superior wandered around here, always paying attention to the movement here, waiting for Shenzi to draw the blueprint of the tool.
At this moment, seeing Han Cheng coming out of the room with the blueprint in his hand, Lai naturally greeted him quickly, impatiently.
Han Cheng smiled when he saw the lame approaching.
More than ten years have passed quietly. It has taken away many things and left many things behind, but some things cannot be changed by time, such as lame people who never lose their chains.
After more than ten years passed, lame was no longer the person who needed to eat fish intestines filled with sediment when Han Chengcai came here to satisfy his hunger but was not full.
However, the lame characteristic of grabbing a glimmer of hope and never letting go, and working hard for it has not changed.
Compared with before, he looks a bit old and his hands have already deformed, but he is still working hard for the tribe and himself.
Originally, according to Han Cheng's intention, these drawings were to be shown to Lai tomorrow.
Because he knew that this guy who has always been desperate, after getting the blueprint at this time, will definitely intensify his research tonight, so he can't sleep well.
But the matter of going north must be carried out as soon as possible, so after hesitating for a while, Han Cheng still made the decision to show the blueprint to the lame right now.
It can only make the lame work harder.
However, Lai didn't feel any pain in the slightest. After coming to the front and taking the blueprint from Han Cheng, he couldn't wait to read it immediately.
Over the years, I have read a lot of drawings from Han Cheng, and I am already used to this way of expressing tools with patterns.
At this time, it seems that it is not unfamiliar.
There are two drawings, one is a saddle drawn with lines, and the other is a stirrup.
Oh, it should be called donkey saddle and donkey stirrup now.
Compared with the complicated donkey saddle, the donkey stirrup with simple structure is much simpler.
Just by looking at the blueprints, Lai already understood how to make such a strangely named thing.
It can even be manufactured with several different materials and using different techniques.
For example, weaving rattan, making wooden leather ropes, using bone tools or stone tools, and bronze can all make the donkey stirrups painted by Shenzi.
But the donkey saddle that is slightly arched and the front and rear sides are slightly upturned is not easy to make.
Lie held it and watched it carefully for a while, and the sky had already dimmed. Han Cheng greeted Lie, who was fascinated by squinting at the drawings, and asked him to go inside and light the lamp.
After Han Cheng yelled like this, he realized that the sky had already darkened.
The two of them had just walked into the room and turned on the lights when someone came over to call for dinner.
Holding the drawing in his lame hand, he didn't want to eat it, but Han Cheng obviously wouldn't allow such a thing.
As a person who came from the food empire, Han Cheng has always adhered to the principle that eating is bigger than the sky.
No matter how busy you are, you still have to find a chance to eat some food in a hurry when it's time for dinner.
So Lai had no choice but to put down the drawings reluctantly, and went to the dining hall to eat with Han Cheng.
Because he was thinking about the drawing of the donkey saddle in his heart, he walked very fast along the way. Even Han Cheng, a man with flexible legs and feet, could hardly keep up with his speed.
After arriving at the dining hall to serve the meal, the lame eater was called a vigorous eater. Even though Han Cheng had told him not to be in such a hurry, and it would not delay to look at the drawings after eating well, the lame eating speed still did not slow down. How many.
After eating a bowl of rice in a hurry, he put the bowl and chopsticks into the big pottery basin, wiped his mouth with his hands, said something to Han Cheng, and left the dining hall to go to the room just now, and continued to look at The drawing of the donkey saddle is gone.
Han Cheng smiled gratifiedly and helplessly, and speeded up his meal, and went to that room after eating.
"...This thing can be understood as a stool, except that ordinary stools are placed on the ground, but things like donkey saddles are really fixed on the donkey's back.
But the truth is still the same.
I don't have many requirements for this kind of thing. The first is that it can be firmly fixed on the donkey's back; the second is that it will not cause any damage to the donkey's back; "
In the room, Lai Zai carefully looked at the drawing of the donkey saddle. After Han Cheng explained what he didn't understand, based on what he saw and heard, he explained the donkey saddle to Lai in this way, and said: My own requirements for donkey saddles.
Limp nodded vigorously.
"Okay, that's all for tonight. I'll do the rest tomorrow. Take the time to pack up and go to sleep. Only by recuperating can you do things better. Staying up all night won't do it."
After studying here for a while, Liao basically understood everything about donkey saddles, which were new to him.
After figuring it out, he wanted to try it immediately, but was stopped by Han Cheng.
Rice needs to be eaten bite by bite, and it is impossible to eat a fat person with one bite.
As for the donkey saddle, it doesn't mean that it can be made after a night of lameness.
Lame wanted to try to make this kind of thing, but Han Cheng's words were so dead that there was no room for him, so he had to go to sleep obediently.
Looking at the lame who was going to sleep, Han Cheng smiled with satisfaction. Talents like Mao are a treasure for the tribe, and lame is also an unobtainable talent.
Even if the team going north was delayed for a few days, Han Cheng was not willing to suffer from lameness and fatigue.
"Father, wash your feet..."
Back in the room where she lived, Bai Xuemei brought Han Cheng footwashing water, and Xiao Wandou rushed to serve it when she saw this.
After bringing it to Han Cheng, he put down the footbath and called Han Cheng to wash his feet.
Xiao Xing'er, who was not asleep at the side, followed Little Pea's example and yelled indistinctly: "Father, wash your feet."
After being teased by the two little guys, Han Cheng smiled all over his face.
Reaching out to touch the heads of the two little guys, Han Cheng took off his shoes and socks, and put his feet in the footbath filled with hot water.
Xiaowandou followed Bai Xuemei's example and knelt down to wash the feet of Han Cheng, the father.
The younger Xiao Xing'er also imitated her elder brother, squatting down a little unsteadily, putting her two little hands in the footbath and scratching carelessly.
The son's and daughter's little hands felt soft on their feet, which was a very comfortable feeling. The comfortable Han Cheng felt warm in his heart.
Perhaps this is the joy of being a parent. It is common for children to be naughty, but these children also often do some very touching things.
This is not the first time Han Cheng has washed his feet, nor is it the best one, but it is the most memorable one for him...
In the lighted room, when Han Cheng was deeply moved by what his two young children did, the Tongshan residential area, 180 miles away, hadn't started to rest yet.
At this time, in the Tongshan residential area, several bonfires were lit, and the fire light illuminated a large area.
The smell of food wafts through the residential area of Copper Mountain.
Everyone was enjoying the food, whether there was anyone speaking or not, there were smiles on their faces.
Everyone was of course happy, because at noon today, people from the main tribe arrived here and told them the news that the Son of God and his party had returned safely.
At the same time, he also talked about the news of finding a south suitable for tribes to live in, and about rice and sweet millet stalks.
Regarding Shenzi and the others' journey, the people living in the Tongshan residential area were no less worried than the people in the main tribe.
Hearing such news at this time, everyone's hanging heart was completely relieved at once, and then they were filled with deep joy.
And then there is the present scene.
"Look, this is rice! Son of God specially asked us to bring it here!"
After a while, the people from the main tribe carefully took out a small package from the backpack, opened it layer by layer, and two grains of rice and four grains of millet with their shells appeared in Tongshan. in front of everyone in the district.
Seeing this, everyone gathered around one after another, scrambling to watch this new crop that is said to be no less than rice in every aspect...
Unlike the Tongshan residential area illuminated by the bonfire, the slave courtyard of the Qingquezhu tribe was already pitch black at this time.
However, although the lights have already been turned off and they have entered sleep mode, many people have not fallen asleep.
In the darkness, the sound of someone turning over on the kang could be heard from time to time.
Today, after the news that the Son of God will send people north to pick up the rest of the people, many people were so excited that after a day of hard work, everyone who had already fallen asleep in the past arrived Not even falling asleep now.
Especially those who have been selected and will go north with the team going north in the next few days, return to their original place of residence, and take the rest of the tribe to live in the Qingque tribe. As a human, it is even more difficult to restrain the excitement in my heart.
Many people couldn't help but think about the scene when they and others followed the Qingque tribe to the north, returned to the original tribe, and told the good news to the rest of the tribe.
People in the Time Tribe will surely jump for joy, right?
Thinking of this, they only felt that their hearts were burning.
After coming to the Qingque tribe, the quality of sleep has not been very good. Of course, the leader of the grass tribe did not fall asleep at this time.
It's just that compared with those who were simply happy and excited, the mood of the leader of the grass tribe was more complicated.
This time, as the team went north, the leader of the grass tribe was also selected among the new slaves who returned to their original place of life.
The reason why there is a leader of the grass tribe is not because she is a woman, but because when the grassroots came to ask who knew the way to go back and determined the candidate, the leader of the grass tribe was very sure that she remembered.
In fact, only the leader of the grass tribe knew in her heart that she was not particularly clear about how to go back.
But she was still very sure that she knew the way.
Because she really wanted to leave this wealthy, powerful, safe, but also scary and powerless tribe.
This time going north, the leader of the grass tribe felt that this should be a very rare opportunity, an opportunity to leave the Qingque tribe and return to life in his own tribe.
So she did so without much hesitation.
Although he couldn't remember how to go back, the leader of the grass tribe was not worried at all.
Because this time she was not the only one who went back with the team going north. She didn't remember the way, and the rest of the people just remembered how to get there. As long as she followed along, she could return to the place where she used to live.
And as long as they return to the place where they lived, the leader of the grass tribe has the confidence to find the location of his tribe from there.
In this way, no one will find out that she actually doesn't know how to take this part of the road.
If it was in the past, the leader of the grass tribe would be very proud if he could come up with such a good solution, but now, she really can't feel proud at all.
Because during this period of time in the Qingque Tribe, she has seen a lot of great wisdom, especially the Son of God, which weighed heavily on her heart like a mountain.
However, there is still some excitement. After all, not long ago, I was still worried about how to leave here, but now such a great opportunity appeared directly.
And I also caught it...
The leader of the grass tribe thought this way in his heart, thinking about what he might encounter during his return trip, and after a long time, he finally fell asleep...
"Bang Dong Dong! Bang Dong Dong!"
A new day starts with a strike.
After seeing the usefulness of the hammer made of meteoric iron, the second senior brother couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart. Early the next morning, he and Hei Wa re-ignited the iron stove and burned the two pieces of meteoric iron to red After that, it was the turn of the meteorite hammer to start the life of blacksmithing again and again.
After such a sound, it was impossible to sleep late, so God Son Han crawled out of the bed neatly.
After washing, he took Little Peas out of the tribe and ran back and forth along the stone-paved road for a while. After hot sweat dripped from his forehead, Han Cheng came back with the same sweaty Little Peas.
After washing his face again, Han Cheng came to the tinkling blacksmith's shop to watch the second senior brother and the two of them forging iron here.
This time what the second senior brother forged was an ax and a chisel.
As before, after the tribe has good materials, it is necessary to give priority to building a set of tools needed by carpenters and stonemasons.
If these tools are well built, the people in the tribe can make more useful objects.
It's just that the two pieces of meteoric iron today have just been hammered once, and they look very irregular. There is still a long way to go before they become tools such as axes and chisels, and we need to continue Withstood the burning of the fire over and over again, and the beating of the hammer over and over again.
Han Cheng looked here for a while, rubbed his buzzing ears, and walked towards the carpenter's room.
Here in the carpenter's room, Limp and several other carpenters he brought out are busy here.
Lame has been up for a long time, even before the second senior brother and their blacksmith donkey were lit, he had already started to work in it.
When Han Cheng came over, there were already three pairs of donkey stirrups in the carpenter's room.
One is woven with strong rattan, and the other two are made of wood, and the other is supported by a mixture of bones and rattan.
As for the bronze donkey stirrups, if you want one that is all made of bronze, you need Hei Wa to make a mold.
Han Cheng picked up three simple donkey stirrups supported by different materials, and tried putting his feet in them one by one.
The lame workmanship is still as good as ever, and it is very comfortable to put your feet in.
While putting his feet in to see if they fit properly, he also used both hands to pull the upper leather cords and pulled hard to check their firmness.
The result is also very satisfactory, anyway, none of them were damaged by him.
Of course, whether it is useful or not depends on making the donkey saddle and putting it on the donkey's back for experimentation.
At this time, the lame is holding a ruler for comparison, and after the comparison, draw a line, and then hand it over to Mao Er and his apprentices, so that they can either cut it with a saw according to the line, or use an ax to cut it out. The place is flattened.
The lame who entered the working state looks like a master.
After Han Cheng stood here and watched for a while, he left and didn't bother them to work anymore.
This is the benefit of cultivating the talents in the tribe. Many things only need to be explained, and there is no need to do it yourself, which is very leisurely.
Otherwise, if Han Cheng had to intervene in everything, no matter how big or small, Han Cheng felt that he would follow in the footsteps of Prime Minister Zhuge if he failed, then it would not be fun at all.
In fact, Prime Minister Zhuge was very capable of delegating power before, but since Ma Di lost the street pavilion, he had serious self-doubt about his ability to employ people, and then he exhausted himself to death...