I am a primitive

Han Shenzi suddenly stopped talking, then squatted down abruptly, and looked up and down the condensed plant ash with glowing eyes.

If it hadn't been buried in the dung heap for a long time, and some unclean things were still stuck on it, it was really hard to say anything, Han Cheng had the urge to hug it up and kiss it fiercely.

The problem that he had been struggling with for so long and decided to give up for the time being was actually solved in such an extremely unexpected way. How could he not be excited?

What kind of plant ash is there? This is clearly cement!

Han Cheng turned his head and looked at the people who were looking at him puzzled, and said excitedly: "This is a good thing! We are about to have a very important material!"

Then he asked people to continue to do what was going on before, and he couldn't wait to return to the tribe, filled half a basin of plant ash, added water to it, and started to do things like the leather soaked in water before.

The rest of the people were working while guessing what good things Shenzi had discovered. Some of them were impatient and turned their heads to look at the tribe from time to time, wishing they could go back and have a look now.

Naturally, the supernatural Wu didn't have to suffer like others. At this time, he stood aside and watched the Son of God do things.

He is very familiar with these things that Shenzi is doing now, because that's how it was done when tanning leather.

Smart, he thought of those stone-like plant ashes, and he already roughly understood what the Son of God was doing now.

It was precisely because of this that he was even more confused.

Because after the plant ash is condensed, although it is like a stone, it is still not as good as a real stone. No matter whether it is building a house or making stone tools, it cannot be used, but the Son of God is so excited...

Shenzi's mind is really not something he can guess...

I don't know how many times Wu Di said this to himself.

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The clay pot was tilted, and the clarified water inside flowed along the edge of the pot into another pot, leaving plant ash that had completely turned into mud.

Han Cheng added water to it again, stirred it to clarify, and then poured the water into another basin.

This water will not be poured out directly, but the nitrated leather will be kept, so it is best to be able to recycle it.

After doing this three times, it stopped.

He took out the plant ash that had been completely soaked in water in the basin and divided it into two parts.

Freshly soaked grass and ash are soft, and they don’t clump together at all. Don’t worry too much about this. The same is true when the cement lime is just reconciled. Once it dries, it will become extremely strong.

He found several wooden sticks with a diameter of three to four centimeters, and pieced them together into an irregular rectangular frame, and pressed the outside with stones, which could prevent the wooden sticks from rolling randomly and destroying the shape Han Cheng designed for them.

After the simple mold was made, Han Chengcheng poured one of the plant ash that had been watered several times into it, and patted it as flat as possible with his hands.

Standing here and looking at it for a while, after washing his hands, he told Wu not to be touched by others, then picked up the small basket he always carried, followed by General Fu, and headed out of the courtyard wall.

If you make Han Cheng's hair into two shofar braids, make the little leather skirt less sexy, and hum a piece of 'mushroom sauce, it tastes so delicious...', you will be a girl picking mushrooms...

But instead of picking mushrooms, he wanted to get some sand back, and he was going to mix the sand with the remaining plant ash, just like the cement of later generations, and compared the two to see which was stronger.

Logically speaking, it should be stronger if it is mixed with sand, but this thing is plant ash after all, not cement.

Using plant ash as an adhesive, he has never been in contact with this before. It is very necessary to conduct certain experiments to confirm the results. Otherwise, it will not be discovered until the roof is pasted. But there are some troubles.

The place with sand is a bit far from the tribe, at a bend in the lower reaches of the small river, it is almost two miles away.

When Han Cheng came out, he happened to meet senior brother and Shang, who were walking by the door carrying a load of excrement, and called them to stop.

Let them put their burdens aside first, take up their weapons and accompany him downstream, just as a rest.

Because of the existence of this large group of people, there are generally no large beasts around the Qingque tribe.

When these monkeys who walk upright and wield sticks gather together to survive in groups, those overlords in the wild will generally not easily provoke them.

But this is not certain. After all, animals have feet and can run. Although the general large beasts have their own fixed predation territory and will not easily swim away, there are also many territories that are robbed or unrestrained love freedom. The Great Desolate Overlord likes to be a wandering bard.

If a person who is unlucky meets him, not to mention swallowing himself whole, but just lifts up that huge paw to give himself a monkey stealing peach, Han Cheng thinks that not only he can be a eunuch, but he can even play this book over……

The sand in the downstream bends is not particularly fine, which may be related to the fact that the place where the Qingque tribe now lives is closer to the source of the small river, and the sand in the river has not been washed by enough big waves.

A basket full of sand was carried in the elder brother's hand, and Han Cheng carried the extremely strenuous sand in the elder brother's hand, but he couldn't tell how heavy it was. Han Cheng shook his head and thought to himself, it seems that he still needs to eat more, sleep more and exercise more in the future , grow up as soon as possible, and have great strength, so that you can do more things, and you won't be unable to do what you want...

The sand at the inlet is washed clean by water. This kind of sand is the best and will not affect the firmness of the cement.

After the eldest brother and Shang escorted Shenzi back to fetch the sand, they were unwilling to leave immediately.

Han Cheng knew what they were thinking, so he didn't say anything to urge them. Instead, he took some sand and mixed it with the remaining ash.

The sand should not be mixed too much, and everything should be done in an appropriate amount. It is better to mix the sand without revealing the true color.

Of course, this is only a rough standard, and more detailed standards will be divided according to different uses in the next practice.

The mixed and extremely unique cement was put into a simple mold by Han Cheng as before, waiting to dry and set.

Eldest brother and Shang who were standing aside watching the commotion couldn't help but looked at each other, obviously not understanding Shenzi's intention.

Han Cheng smiled and said to them, you will know the result after waiting.

The two of them didn't ask any more questions, and went to do the work of picking manure.

Han Cheng took a look and saw that there was no water stain on the surface of the pure plant ash 'spindle' placed earlier, so he broke a small grass stem, poked it slightly, and found that it was still soft, so he used it before. I cleaned the earthen basin with mud, so as not to have time to dry on it, and it was not easy to clean.

Both cement 'spindles' are kept out of direct sunlight to avoid high temperatures affecting solidification.

What should be done has been done, and the rest can only be handed over to the magic catalyst of time, waiting for the results it brings, good or bad.

Han Cheng stayed here for a while, seeing that the results would not be seen in a short period of time, he took Fu Jiang to the autumn field again.

General Fu must be taken out. No one will tamper with things that are not allowed to be tampered with by Han Cheng, except for General Fu, this lawless stupid dog...

Outside the courtyard, the people of the Qingque Tribe are still busy. If they want to wear the crown, they must bear its weight. If they want to enjoy better living conditions, they must work hard for it.

The sun is setting to the west, and the twilight is slowly falling like a big net.

The tired bird returned to the forest, and the people of the Qingque tribe who had worked all day also brought their tools and rushed to the courtyard in the twilight. After they stopped working, they enjoyed this rare moment of leisure...

Cooking smoke curls up, and the smell of rice mixed with the twilight diffuses in the tribe, which makes people feel extremely at ease...

Without Han Cheng opening his mouth, there was a talkative little kid standing beside the two slightly congealed cement ingots, and when he saw someone passing by, he would tell people to pay attention not to step on things made by Shenzi, little repeater machine.

In fact, the place where Han Cheng placed the two cement ingots was five or six meters away from the main road in front of the cave, and generally no one would go there.

After they yelled like this, the people who came back leaned over to look at it strangely, and the children yelled even more happily when they saw the adults coming.

The twilight gradually fell, the light was dim, and the real appearance of the thing surrounded by wood could not be clearly seen, but the people who came to watch carefully looked at it for a while, and then left with a certain expectation, satisfied...