I am a Primitive Man

Compared with everyone's surprises, Han Cheng was not as happy as he imagined. He looked at the debris in the pile of grass and ash on the ground, and even felt a little depressed.

Because he clearly remembered that when he watched the video, the grandmother of the ethnic minority burned as many as sixty or seventy pieces in one kiln. When the kiln was opened later, only two were broken, and the rest were intact.

And now, I have a total of twenty-two entered the kiln, and after the first one came out, there were only eight whole ones, and nearly two-thirds either had cracks on them, or the cracks were more thorough, and they became fragments.

Even if this is the first time I have fired pottery, the gap can't be so big!

Fortunately in the misfortune, the tank made by Heiwa survived, it was very whole, without any cracks on it, which made Han Cheng feel once again that talent is really important.

Han Cheng, shrouded in the halo of God, was caught off guard and accepted the worship of the crowd.

Compared with the initial bewilderment, now he is much calmer.

He helped Wu up, and then asked everyone to stand up too. In order not to spoil everyone's joy, he also showed the same cheerful smile on his face.

People in the tribe showed enough interest in pottery, a novelty. Excited, they filled all the pottery with water and transported it to the tribe.

With this water, they don't have to go all the way to the river to drink water when they are thirsty in the future!

The second senior brother blushed tiredly and had a thick neck, and moved forward with a large tank full of water in his arms.

The elder brother who was following him shook his head from time to time, expressing that this one is too big, and it is too inconvenient to use it to hold and transport water, so it is not as easy to use as those small ones.

This scene stunned Han Cheng on the side. It was the first time he saw such a tank being used!

It would be strange if you use it like this!

This operation is simply better than Sima Guang.

After Han Cheng was stunned, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly stepped forward to tell them, even talking and gesticulating for a while, finally let them understand that this thing called 'tank' was left empty in the tribe, and then used a few smaller sizes' The can' carries water and pours it into it.

The first senior brother and the second senior brother scratched their heads in embarrassment, carefully placed the tank on the ground, poured out the water in this tank, and walked towards the tribe with the tank several times lighter.

The whole Qingque tribe was very happy, and the son of God did not disappoint them, saying that mud can make good things, so he made them!

Under the leadership of Wu, the crowd performed another sacrifice in the cave to thank the gods.

The sacrificial offerings are not food, but pottery just out of the kiln.

In front of the totem pole, the witch wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff spoke a language that Han Cheng and other people in the cave could not understand, communicating with the gods that he had never sensed before.

Thanks to the gods for sending the Son of God to their tribe and bringing boundless grace to the tribe,

Among Wu Gupu's incantations that no one could understand, the word 'Tao' popped up from time to time, which was taught to him by Han Cheng not long ago.

This made the priest, who was supposed to be full of mystery, look a bit out of play, and Han Cheng even wanted to laugh, because it made him feel like a prank had succeeded.

The sacrifice lasted about 30 minutes and ended after Wu was dripping with sweat.

The children in the tribe were more excited than one, especially the six or seven children who personally participated in making pottery.

Lame also grinned, for this was pottery making, which he also participated in.

Limp used his actions to prove once again the importance of following a good boss. For example, on the battlefield, the general's personal guards usually die less than others...

The elder brother was also very happy, because Han Cheng gave him a bowl.

For ordinary things, such as prey, the elder brother as the leader has absolute distribution rights,

But this time it was different, what appeared this time was something new, created by the gods inspired by the Son of God, which had never appeared in the history of the tribe, and the senior brother did not dare to act rashly.

Han Cheng didn't notice these things. In his subconscious mind, he felt that this was something he led the people to create, and he already had the right to distribute these items.

This is not because he is too maverick, but because a lot of his thinking is still unconsciously influenced by later generations, and he is not used to this kind of public ownership system in the tribe.

Among the eight pieces of pottery, besides the big vat made by Hei Wa, there are also two jars and five bowls.

Crocks and jars are public goods, while bowls are more private.

Han Cheng gave the best bowl to Wu, and kept the second one for himself, and the remaining three, one for each of the three seniors.

No one has any objections to this distribution method, because this is how they distribute food on weekdays.

Even Lame, who was busy with work, had no objection either. Like those children, he was just a little envious, and didn't think there was anything wrong with Han Cheng's assignment.

There are too few jars and pots, and they are not enough at all, but there is no need to worry. Now the facts have proved that this method of firing pottery is feasible, and it only needs to spend a little more time in the future to supplement what is lacking.

The food they hunted yesterday was enough, so the big brother and the others didn't go out to hunt today. Instead, following Han Cheng's order, they followed the children to the river to participate in the pottery making business.

Han Cheng asked for a while, and asked them all to learn from Hei Wa.

This made Heiwa a little nervous, but at the same time, he also felt that he had a lot of face and a great responsibility. He did things meticulously, and took the trouble to demonstrate and pass on experience to everyone.

Han Cheng watched from the side.

People probably have something they are good at, such as pottery making.

At the end of the day, there are three or four people who do very well, and most of the rest are at the middle level, either above or below, and there are a few who do particularly poorly, such as the second senior brother.

At the end of the day, I was sweating all over my body and muddy my face, but I didn't make a decent one.

It is precisely because of the differences in people that there is a division of labor and cooperation. Putting people in their areas of expertise and doing what they are good at is a good way to improve production efficiency.

So after today's day, Han Cheng made personnel arrangements, let the four best adult primitive people, in their spare time, that is, when they don't need to hunt and fish, specialize in making mud embryos and the like, while The rest, according to their own characteristics, respectively carry out work such as digging, mixing mud, collecting hay, and crushing hay.

Of course, it was all done without affecting the normal life of the tribe. After all, getting food is the tribe's top priority.

A large batch of mud embryos made a few days ago can be burned, but Han Cheng did not carry out this work, because he has not figured out why his yield rate would be so low after the same method.

If you fail once, you must find out some experience from it, otherwise it will not make much sense to keep repeating it.