I am a primitive

To weave the stump head, you need to prepare the materials.

One of the important materials is the analysis of the head.

That is, the handle of the head of the tree.

Like the handle on the bamboo basket, it is a wooden stick bent into a circular arc.

Obviously, a wooden stick, under normal circumstances, is very difficult to grow into this shape.

So just need people to carry out acquired processing.

The method of processing is very simple.

That is to choose a wooden stick with the right length, thickness and material. After cutting it, while it is wet, put it into a fire made of broken firewood together with its skin and burn it.

After it is cooked through, take it out and bend it into the shape you want while it is still hot.

This kind of thing immediately woke up Junior Brother Sha.

So, Junior Brother Sha, with his eyes shining, hastily started to use this method to process the horns.

He learned from the man who made the shank, gathered some broken wood made of broken tree leaves, small firewood sticks, etc. After lighting it, he buried the horns in it, and then waited here full of expectations.

Under Junior Brother Sha's full expectation, the broken firewood finally burned out.

Junior Brother Sha couldn't wait to peel it off, and then harvested - a scorched ram's horn!

This kind of thing made Junior Brother Sha want to cry without tears.

But there is also good news, the good news is that the scorched horns have become softer.

That said, this line of thinking is entirely correct.

So, Junior Brother Sha continued to try, and later he stopped directly burning it and changed it to roasting...

In the process of making mistakes and correcting mistakes again and again, the horn bow that never appeared in the Qingque tribe finally slowly appeared in the Qingque tribe!

Although during this process, many of the sheep grazing in the Qingque Tribe became bald because of this matter, all of this was worthwhile for Junior Brother Sha and the Qingque Tribe. of!

Although the ram's horn bow is a low-end version made by Junior Brother Sha when he couldn't find ox horns, the power of this new bow is really impressive.

All kinds of performance should exceed the original bow used in the tribe!

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The cattle and sheep living in the Qingque tribe are indeed quite hard.

Especially cattle.

Not only do you need to pull plows, pull carts, and do all kinds of heavy work and farm work.

After they die, they still need to contribute their skin and flesh. What's even more sad is that in order to make great progress in the Qingque tribe's weapons, they still need to become bald for it!

This matter, just thinking about it, makes people feel extraordinarily sad...

The ox horn bow of the Qingque tribe was made after Han Cheng and some people brought the ox over the mountain and returned after a long time.

The reason for this is that the horns are not easy to obtain.

In order to get two horns from the cow, which was regarded as a treasure and cared for like eyeballs by the people in the tribe, Junior Brother Sha spent a lot of thought.

This must be another story that not only has twists and turns, but also makes people feel a little sad.

For reasons of time and word count, I won’t make more descriptions here.

With the foundation of the horn bow, making the horn bow is not too difficult for Junior Brother Sha.

It only needs to be improved in some places on the basis of the horn bow.

Drawing a scoop according to a gourd is not a difficult task for Junior Brother Sha, who is extremely knowledgeable in bows and arrows...

The weather is getting colder and the yellow leaves are covering the ground.

People in the Red Tiger tribe are working hard to make bows and arrows, and they are very happy about it.

When the people of the Red Tiger tribe kept charging towards the bow and arrow, and were delighted with the current achievements of their tribe, and dreamed of catching up with the Qingque tribe, the bow and arrow of the Qingque tribe had already been completely reborn.

There are not only seven or eight hundred sheep's horn bows, but also nine of the more powerful ox horn bows!

At this time, the number one sharpshooter of the Qingque tribe held a bow of ox horns in his hand, and looked at the children who were running towards him with joy, carrying a rabbit that had been shot dead by an arrow, and showed his face. All smiles.

Under the sunshine in late autumn and early winter, the bow body made of horns, bamboo slices, beef tendon, swim bladder glue, mulberry wood and other things, wrapped with python skin, exudes some dazzling and charming luster...

At the same time, no one was idle here in Jinguan City, which was separated from the Qinling residential area by a mountain.

Except for some people who were busy building houses in the tribe, most of the rest went down to the paddy fields.

Some people here are cultivating the fields that have been plowed before and have already harvested a crop of rice, while more people are carrying things such as shovels and copper shovels to open up wasteland.

"what!"

Amidst the shouts of "ox-handle style", the ox in the harness and pulling the plow strode forward vigorously with hooves.

As the ox pulled hard, a strip of wet soil turned over and buckled aside...

"nest!"

The man who made the ox suddenly yelled a command to stop the ox, and took advantage of the opportunity to pull the 'skimming rope' tied to the handle of the plow at the back.

The 'skimming rope' is attached to the cow's nose ring.

Under the double action of the password and pulling the skimming rope, the ox pulling the plow stopped.

Holding the plow behind the handle, after the ox stopped, he began to hold the handle of the plow with both hands, preparing to pull the plow out of the soil.

I tried twice in a row like this, but couldn't pull it out.

This is because the ox pulls the harness too tightly, and the plow is deeply buried in the soil under the action of this pull, leaving no room for it to go backward.

After two attempts without success, the ox-hand pose no longer exerts such idle energy.

"Shao!"

"Shao!"

The person shouted such a password, and took advantage of the situation to pull back the skimming rope in his hand.

Under the double action of the password and the rope, the ox pulling the plow began to back up.