Be a Leader In a Primitive Tribe

Within a few days, heavy snow began to fall down one after another.

Sang Yu asked everyone to move into a bamboo house with a kang.

The bamboo house has also been widened and lengthened to facilitate weaving and other handicrafts in the house.

On the second morning after living in the kang house, some early risers pushed open the bamboo door to go to the toilet. Seeing that the mountains and plains outside were already white, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

When the people in the room heard the sound, their furry heads poked out from under the blanket made of animal skin, and they also saw the white mountains and plains outside.

The cold wind and heavy snow outside formed a sharp contrast with the warmth of the house.

This is the third winter that Sangyu has spent here, and it is getting better and warmer every year.

This year, everyone has two decent sackcloths, and the coats made of animal skins can basically be set per capita, which is barely enough for changing and washing.

There are also blankets on the kang to sleep on to keep out the cold. Some are made of animal skins, and some are made of other linen and materials sewn together, but the warmth of the kang is enough to offset the thinness of the quilt.

It snows in winter, and more people are idle, so Yuan no longer cooks for everyone in a unified way, but only needs to prepare the ingredients, and let Liangfa go to each hut every morning.

Each kang hut gets the ingredients and cooks by itself.

The ingredients are fixed, two meals a day, one meal of meat every three days to improve meals, and vegetarians at other times.

Although there is iron now, but for the time being, only some small iron needles, awls and a few hatchets can be used. This winter, iron tools still haven't been fully used in production activities.

Without tools, everyone was busy with what they could do, including sewing sackcloth and straw sandals, weaving rattan baskets, rattan chairs and rattan tables, and making furniture.

Several skilled workers in the garment workshop taught the tribe the experience of weaving and making clothes, and everyone helped them to sew and mend with needles and threads.

Sangyu’s own bamboo house was equipped with a kang last year, and she spent most of her time lying down on the kang to eat, eat and sleep, and a small part of her time went to the kitchen and Yuan to study recipes.

In the second half of this year, ten mu of soybeans and ten mu of millet were planted, and the yield per mu was about 200 catties, adding up to nearly 2000 catties each.

Except for the next year's seeds, there are still a lot left, which can be used to make food.

But if the beans want to make tofu and bean curd, they have to be ground into a pulp before they can be made.

To make pancakes, the millet has to be shelled and crushed before it can be mixed with tapioca flour for steaming or frying.

It is too inefficient to rely solely on round stone mortars.

So, Sang Yu decided to make a stone mill.

The snow hadn't fallen yet, so Sang Yu found a few suitable rocks near the tribe, and got a few strong men to pull them back.

To move these huge stones requires skill rather than brute force. Sang Yu asked them to prepare a few round wooden sticks as thick as thighs and arrange them side by side on the ground, and then put the big stones to be transported back on the wooden sticks. On the road, two people are pulling in the front, two people are holding the stone to keep it from deviating from the track, and two people are pushing it behind.

The sticks at the bottom of the stone act as conveyor belts, and the stone is constantly pushed forward by pushing and pulling back and forth.

As the stone continues to move forward, the round stick continues to move back.

The people next to them put the stick rolled out in front of the big rock and continued to extend the conveyor belt. In this way, the big rock weighing several thousand kilograms was transported to the tribe without much effort.

Seeing such a big stone being transported back, everyone's jaws dropped in amazement.

As a representative of strength, Zhuang wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and glanced at the big rock they just pushed back. At this moment, he finally had to admire that no matter how good the strength is, it is not as useful as the brain that comes from being flexible.

The leader is simply omnipotent.

"Leader, according to your method, our mountain. If we have a big enough wooden stick, can we move the mountain?"

Sang Yu, who was directing at the side, was stunned for a moment and said: "Theoretically, it is possible, as long as the mountain does not spread out, as long as we can put the mountain down on a stick big enough."

"In theory?" Zhuang and the others scratched their heads, "What is theory?"

"Uh... In principle, this method can work."

Some words made sense, and Sang Yu couldn't explain them clearly to this group of people.

Fortunately, the big guys have long been used to their leaders often uttering all kinds of words and principles they don't know and haven't heard before. Maybe this is something in the fairy world. They feel that they can't understand, so they don't ask any more questions. , just do as you are told.

The big stones were moved into the grass shed, ready to be excavated.

In the past, stone tools were made by chiseling stones out of stones. Although it is feasible, such stones are hard to find, and the hardness is not enough. It is often broken after a while after chiseling, the tools are not good, and the work efficiency is also very low.

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools.

Before the snow fell, Sang Yu arranged for the horns to make iron needles, awls, and three hatchets, which would come in handy at this time.

The production of the awl is not difficult, mainly because it is small in size and does not require much molten iron. A pottery cup of molten iron can make three, four or five awls at once, and it can be used after being roughly beaten and sharpened.

Anyway, it is enough to chisel stones.

Although it is snowing now, but with sackcloth and animal skins on his body, he can still work outside.

The stones were transported to the thatched shed where the guests were received, and seven or eight people dug and thumped.

The main composition of the stone mill is two upper and lower circular rocks. People chisel out two cylinders through pure manual carving, and chisel out diagonal lines on the contact surface. The most important thing to pay attention to is that the chiseling marks of the upper and lower grinding discs must be engaged with each other. There is a raised short shaft in the middle of the lower fan as a support point, and a funnel-shaped circle with a wide top and a narrow bottom is chiseled in the middle of the upper fan. The hole comes out, the funnel goes upwards, and the upper fan is put on the lower fan. A small hole is cut in the side of the upper fan and a handle is installed, so that manpower or animal power can drive the grinding disc of the upper fan to rotate.

The place where the two grinding discs meet is the grinding chamber. The opening of the upper fan should be larger than the short axis of the lower fan, so that grain can enter the grinding chamber from the funnel mouth, and then be ground into fine powder through the interaction of the two grinding discs. The tooth marks chiseled from the grinding disc overflow into the grooves on the outside of the lower fan, and the powder in the grooves is finally just swept into the container.

This kind of manual grinding was never what Sang Yu wanted.

Freeing manpower from various repetitive mechanical production activities to do more meaningful or cost-effective things is what Sang Yu wants.

However, there is no steam or electricity at present, and the only thing that can be adopted is animal power.

Now the eight strong cows and three young calves in the farm can also be pulled out for use.

But what Sangyu is most optimistic about is the hydraulic power of the river.

Such as hydraulic grinding, hydraulic pounding rice, hydraulic bellows.

Nowadays, when forging iron, there must be one person pulling the bellows and the other forging the iron. If hydraulic power can be applied to these repetitive tasks, it will save a lot of manpower.

Thinking of this, Sang Yu already knew what he was going to do next, which was to develop water power.

But right now it's snowing heavily, everything has to be done inside the house, and there's no way to arrange things by the river for the time being.

Another problem is that she only has a half-knowledge about the operating principle of the hydraulic vehicle. She still has to figure out its operating principle first, draw a rough drawing, and then make and perfect it by the handicraft team.

This is a relatively large process, and it is still not too hasty. Human and animal power should be considered first.

The tribe's current planting industry is getting better and better, and next year millet and beans will be sown on a large scale. At that time, there will be more and more grains to be ground, so make more stone mills.

The construction of the stone mill did not happen overnight. The four stone mills add up to eight huge grinding discs. A handicraft team of nine people was recruited, each responsible for a large stone disc, and it took a whole winter.

Originally, I wanted to take advantage of this time to build some furniture, but the tools were not made, so I gave up for the time being.

Everyone takes turns, working during the day and sleeping at night.

When it was cold to work outside, I went into the house to warm up, drank hot soup and continued to work.

This day is much better than hiding in the rock crevices and being hit by wind and snow in the past.

Large stone mills take a lot of work, but small stone mills are ready in no time.

Sang Yu and Yuan were tinkering with food in the kitchen, and Yu followed along to help.

At this moment, she was helping to grind the beans. Seeing the yellow beans roll in from the entrance of the stone mill and then turn into fine powder, the little guy felt a little surprised, but calmed down soon.

Millet and sun-dried cassava chips are crushed into small pieces and put into a stone mill to grind together, and finally a fine powder is also obtained.

But the stone mill is small, and the efficiency of grinding powder is not high. Only two pots of flour were ground in one morning.

Yuan boiled the dried wild vegetables, chopped them, mixed them into fine powder, added water and kneaded them, and finally made palm-sized vegetable leaf dough.

This kind of vegetable leaf dough is very precious in the tribe. People have found that this dough is more delicious than cassava. As long as they have dough, they will not choose cassava.

In the past, Yuan used a stone mortar to beat rice, and the efficiency was slower. These doughs can only be eaten by mulberry elm. Others have eaten them twice at most, and only one small one at a time, which is very greedy.

More than two hundred rice dough, all steamed, and sent to each house for dinner.

According to the memory of Xiang and others, Yu was born not long after the snow fell, and it should not have passed New Year's Eve. So every year, Yu's birthday is celebrated first, and New Year's Eve is only celebrated.

Later, Sang Yu decided to make her birthday the day before New Year's Eve.

However, there is no need to be extravagant about one's birthday, and Sang Yu didn't do anything special.

But other friends have been very concerned about this matter since they learned the meaning of birthdays.

Now it's Yu's birthday, so I want to celebrate her.

Yu has always been used to keeping a low profile. She doesn't want to celebrate her birthday because she finds it boring.

The two little sisters Hong and Bai held her hand and tried to persuade her, Hong said: "Why not, you also gave me a gift when I visited a few days ago, and we will also pass it to you."

Bai Lianlian agreed, in fact, he just wanted to find an excuse to play together.

"Let's go, let's go, we have made an agreement with Qing, when the time comes, the few of us will be together."

"But Qing thinks that you may not be able to pass. So thinking that if you fail at that time, he will ask the leader to come out to play that day."

As soon as Yu heard Hong say that, his ears perked up instantly, and he hurriedly asked, "Then did he bark?"

"Hey, why are you like this? When you talk about Qing, you look like this. You are willing to live if Qing comes."

Yu was silent, and after a while he said: "Don't call the leader, call Shangqing, let's play by ourselves."

The two little sisters giggled, thinking they had guessed what she was thinking.

"Can I order rice?"

As soon as Yu thought of facing Qing, he couldn't help being irritable, so he didn't care who he called.

After the matter was settled, that night, a few friends made an appointment to dig up the snow in the snow behind the kang hut and light a bonfire to celebrate by themselves.

Unexpectedly, when Qing came, she brought a boy with her.

It was the boy named Liang that he wanted to help with when he was at the farm that day.

Yu instantly felt like wanting to go berserk. But looking at the bright eyes of the little sisters Hongbai and Rice, he finally suppressed his breath.

Bai deliberately took a piece of rice dough with Yuan, and under the background of the fire in the stove, he inserted a dry reed into the rice dough, lit it, and said, "Happy birthday, Yu."

At this time, Yu felt that it was cold outside, and the rice dough in front of him looked hard, and he didn't know why his friends were so happy, how warm the room was, if it wasn't for...

She looked at Bai speechlessly and said, "What is this?"

"You don't know that. I asked the leader on purpose. The leader told me that her hometown celebrates birthdays like this."

When Yu heard this, he instantly felt that the rice dough was not so hard anymore.

"Then let's share the food."

"Not yet, you have to close your eyes and make a wish, then blow out the fire before eating."

"It's still so particular, okay, let me make a wish."

Yu closed his eyes, his long eyelashes flickering under the firelight, and the two boys beside him couldn't help staring blankly.

When she opened her eyes, Rice couldn't wait to ask, "Yu, what wish did you make?"

Bai hurriedly covered her mouth: "You can't ask, you can't ask, hey, you can't say it, it won't work if you say it."

Several people burst into laughter instantly.

Then several friends also gave Yu their gifts, including food and some handmade gadgets.

As for the food, Yu took it out on the spot and shared it with the big guys. As for the handmade bird that Liang sent, whether Yu took it or not.

In the end, he returned it to him on the spot: "I can't accept this gift, you should keep it."

The meaning of this is self-evident, Liang's face was paled by the ice and snow, but he still silently took the things back.

Qing felt a little sorry, after all, he always thought that Yu liked him. Now Yu refuses Ryo's gift, which is also expected.

Not wanting to make his friend sad, he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Yu, are you still sleeping with the leader?"

Yu's face softened slightly, "Her feet are cold in winter, warm her feet."

Qing was a bit apprehensive, "Isn't there a kang now, is it you..."

Hong smiled and said: "Qing, what are you talking about, you don't envy the leader who can sleep with Yu."

Among them, Qing is the oldest, already sixteen years old, while Shiro and Hong are also fifteen years old, but they were born at the beginning of the year, and Hanyu at the end of the year.

But before this age, they are already mothers, and they are not just ignorant about some things. So sometimes when speaking, it is inevitable that there will be some meat and vegetables.

It's just that as soon as her words fell, Qing and Yu showed indescribable expressions on their faces.

In the end, Qing still felt uncomfortable, and said: "Otherwise, you can move back to sleep, the leader is usually not good at rejecting others."

Hearing these words in Yu's ears, he immediately became angry.

As soon as Hong and Bai saw her expression, they knew something was wrong, and they also felt that Qing was wrong, so they directly turned back.

"Qing, what are you talking about, the leader Rang Yu went to accompany him."

It was only at this time that Qing realized that he had said the wrong thing, and raised his head to look at Yu. The other party's cold eyes made him feel uncomfortable for a while, and he couldn't hold back his face.

He also said that he likes himself, such a girl, he can't bear it.

He murmured: "I'm not the only one who thinks this way. There are so many people in the tribe, and everyone wants to get close to the leader. It's fine if the leader is always indifferent, but he only treats you well."

Bai couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and reprimanded: "Qing, you have to know that the leader's affairs cannot be left behind by other people's nonsense."

"Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk, Liang, let's go."

Qing felt bored, and caught cold after speaking, the two of them took advantage of the firelight and ran towards the kang room.

A few people were left standing in place.

Hong stepped forward to hold Yu's hand and said: "Don't pay attention to him, he must like you, and he doesn't want you to get too close to others, so he said that."

Bai seemed to see something, and said, "Maybe Qing doesn't like Yu."

Having said that, the cards are on the table, and all signs can be traced.

Rice pouted and said, "The leader won't like him, the leader is an adult, how could he like children."

As soon as these words came out, Yu's ears buzzed.

Bai said helplessly: "The leader is so beautiful and powerful, which man doesn't like it. But they had better be more realistic. When I look at the leader, I always feel that she is far away from us. She is a god. How can she be with us mortals? together."

"Anyway, there is no man in the tribe who is worthy of the leader, and the leader should confess."

After speaking, he turned his head and said to Yu: "Don't pay attention to him, I think he has changed, and he dares to say this and that to others because he likes the leader."

These words undoubtedly gave Yu Lai another knowing blow, and his face was as white as paper in an instant.

However, she thought she was no longer a child, suppressing all the emotions in her heart, and said to a few good friends: "Thank you tonight, it's getting late, let's go back."

The red and white originally wanted Yu to be happy tonight, but they didn't expect to end up in this state, and felt uncomfortable in their hearts. They went up and patted her arm before saying goodbye and going back to sleep.

After Yu went back, as usual, he came out with an earthen basin, scooped up hot water to soak his feet, and didn't bring the cold to the kang.

Sang Yu was sitting on the kang writing and drawing.

The tung oil lamp was dim, and she couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

Soon, the writing was covered with a pair of slender hands with well-defined knuckles, but they were also obviously rough.

She raised her head, looked at the girl in front of her, and smiled: "I'm getting fatter, take care of me."

Hearing this, Yu seemed to recall what he had just heard when he was outside, and silently took his hand back.

The two have been together day and night for nearly three years, and Sang Yu is too familiar with every expression of hers. She closed her notebook and asked with concern:

"What's the matter, isn't it your birthday today? I'm so depressed. I didn't have a good time just now?"

Yu shook his head, and said for a while: "Have fun, Bai put a reed on the rice dough and lit a fire for me to celebrate."

When Sang Yu heard this, she burst out laughing, "She came to ask me, but I actually didn't tell her that. But we don't have conditions, and that's what your friend did his best to do."

"Well, so I'm pretty happy."

Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, Sang Yu urged her loudly, "Wipe your feet and go to sleep."

Yu Wen got up and poured water, wiped his hands and feet, then sat down on the edge of the kang, took off the animal skin and blew out the oil lamp by the bed in one breath, and then lay down.

Just laying down, a warm body from behind snuggled up, and Yu felt his shoulders being held.

"In a blink of an eye, it feels like you were still in Dakeng yesterday. You are still a little one, like a child of seven or eight years old. Look at you, you have become a big girl now."

After hearing these words, Yu, who was originally in a depressed mood, couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling up a little.

We were acquaintances at that time, but unfortunately I was indifferent at that time.

"You were so cool back then. You looked so cold at such a young age. I really wanted to rub your little face to see what kind of expression you had."

"It's the same now, but now it's a boring little fart."

After Sang Yu finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing.

Yu just turned around and lay flat at this time, and because of her turning over, Sang Yu's chin rested on her shoulder at this moment, and he seemed to be able to bite her ear when he opened his mouth.

"I may have to move back to the big kang house to sleep tomorrow."

Sang Yu was a little surprised when he heard that, and said, "Why, you want to abandon me after my birthday."

When Yu heard the word abandonment, her heart tensed instantly, although she knew that Sang Yu didn't mean it that way.

"No, it's not good to sleep in your room all the time."

"What's wrong, did someone say something, don't pay attention to them, I have to ask other people's opinions on who I'm going to sleep with?" Sang Yu said with a smile, teasing.

"No…"

"That's right. Don't pay attention to them. You see, the house is not locked. Why don't you sleep with me to protect me? What if someone comes here?"

Yu's original determination collapsed instantly after hearing these words.

Nothing is more important than Sang Yu's safety.

It took her a while to spit out the question she had wanted to ask in her heart, "Then do you want others to protect you?"

Sang Yu hugged her arm and said, "No, I just want you to protect me, no one else is as good as you."

"Then—then what if someone is better than me, for example, Ya."

Subconsciously, Yu pushed a woman out as an example.

When Sang Yu heard this, she couldn't help chuckling: "My bed is small, as big as Ya, two people can't sleep."

When someone heard the words, his heart was sour and he said, "Let Yan build a bigger kang again."

"What are you thinking..." Sang Yu couldn't help knocking her on the head and said, "Do you just like me sleeping with other people that much?"

Yu shook his head instantly to deny it, but in the end he didn't say anything to refute it.

Sang Yu lay down on his back at this time, and said: "What other people say is what others think, I only follow my own ideas, no one can force me to do things I don't like, if I don't like you appearing on my bed , I will not force myself."

Having said that, there is still something I don't understand.

But Sang Yu didn't know what to think of, and smiled again: "But you kids, you like to play, eat and sleep with the same age as yourself, but it's wrong for me to hold you back."

When Yu heard this, her slightly closed eyes instantly opened, grabbed her hand, and hurriedly explained: "No..."

"Not what?"

"It's not that I don't like being with you. As I said, I will support you in the future."

Thinking about it carefully, it has another meaning. Sang Yu didn't want to discuss this issue with her at this time, so she lightly rubbed her finger with her left thumb and said, "I remember this, since I don't dislike it, then go to bed with peace of mind." Bar."

But just when she was about to close her eyes, she felt her little finger move.

"Why, can't sleep?"

"..." Yu finally remained silent, and lay down quietly.

The young man's body is prone to sleepiness, and he soon falls asleep.

On the other hand, Sang Yu turned around, hugged her sleeping body, gently rubbed her soft hair, and said, "Happy birthday."