I am a primitive

After such a thought arose, Han Cheng immediately had an answer in his heart.

The answer is machines.

Replace people with real machines, and let machines do the work that should be done by machines and requires a lot of repetition.

Well, even more emotionless machines than emotionless killers.

Han Cheng had long thought of making a machine that was a primitive spinning tool, such as a real spinning top.

But it has never been put into action.

On the one hand, it was because he himself didn't know much about these things.

On the other hand, he has always been busy with many things.

Of course, another reason is that he feels that through the slow development of the tribe, people's understanding of textiles and other things continues to deepen, and more and more technology has been accumulated, and they will eventually be able to break through these limitations.

But now it seems that if the tribe can break through these technologies, they can break through these technologies, but this time is a bit touching, and I don't know how long it will take.

In the past, Han Cheng didn't think it was a big deal, but now, when he turned his eyes from other places and landed on the matter of spinning, he quickly abandoned his original thoughts and wanted to do as much as possible. This matter is about to be resolved.

After the emergence of machines, there are still people who operate the machines. However, compared with the original time, the people who operate the machines are much more relaxed.

Moreover, because of the relatively high efficiency of the machine, many people can be freed from the matter of spinning.

Whether it's resting or doing other things, it's good.

"Have you ever thought about creating a tool that can be used to spin yarn so that spinning can be done easily and quickly?"

Han Cheng looked away from the spinning top in Bai Xuemei's hand that she was twisting, and looked at Bai Xuemei and asked aloud.

Hearing Han Cheng's question, Bai Xuemei stopped what she was doing, looked at Han Cheng and said, "Think about it, even dream about it!"

Bai Xuemei's eyes sparkled when she said these words.

But it quickly dimmed.

"It's just that there is no idea, and it can't be done well."

Han Cheng reached out and touched Bai Xuemei's head.

"I want to do it too."

Han Cheng said with a smile, with some smiles on his face, as if he had already thought of a way.

Under such a hint, Bai Xuemei's eyes lit up again.

"Brother Cheng, do you have a solution?!"

She jumped up and grabbed Han Cheng's hand, looking extraordinarily excited and happy.

Han Cheng stretched his face forward, did not speak, and still had a suggestive look on his face.

Bai Xuemei, who was signaled, didn't hesitate at all, and went up to peck Han Cheng directly.

When Han Cheng saw that he succeeded in tricking his wife, he couldn't help showing some wretched smiles.

"I have no way."

Han Cheng watched Bai Xuemei tell the truth.

Bai Xuemei was taken aback for a moment: "Didn't you say you knew? You also said that you would tell me as long as I kissed you?"

Han Cheng looked shocked: "When did it happen? I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I just asked if you want it."

Bai Xuemei became even more confused, and soon, she realized that she had been tricked by someone.

"Brother Cheng, you are bullying!"

Bai Xuemei said this full of grievances.

After thinking about it, he also stretched his face forward, putting on a look of unwillingness to suffer, and insisted on getting back the kiss that he just kissed Han Cheng...

The playfulness between husband and wife can easily turn sour. After a while, the content and scale of the play begin to change.

more in-depth.

"We can't go on like this. We have to find a way to solve this problem, otherwise we will be too tired."

Han Cheng held Bai Xuemei's hand drawing circles on his chest, and said this.

He seems to have itchy flesh all over his body, the same parts, the same movements, he likes to do it to Bai Xuemei, but if Bai Xuemei does it to him in turn, he will feel itchy...

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"Bang!"

"Bangdang~"

Some voices could not be heard, and it seemed very empty.

On the edge of the river in the Qingque Tribe, the wheels of the water reel are constantly turning in circles under the washing of the current, and the water reel in the house is driven by the rotating wooden pole, like a cock pecking at food, rising and falling together.

During such ups and downs, the millet contained in the stone mortar placed below was gradually cracked, revealing the yellowish millet...

Standing here, Han Cheng was fascinated by looking at the running water pestle.

The people pounding rice here didn't know what the Son of God was thinking, and they didn't dare to ask.

When doing the work of pounding rice, I try my best to be as careful as possible and not make much noise.

Worried that it might disturb Miko.

After Han Cheng stood here for a while, he suddenly came back to God.

He nodded to the person beside him who was busy pounding rice, then turned around and left the house without saying a word, and walked all the way back to the tribe.

He didn't go anywhere else, but went all the way to the carpenter's room.

Lame, and the other carpenters who, along with Lame, devoted their energies to making sailboats, were not in the carpenter's room.

These people are staying outside the tribe at this time.

To be more specific, they stayed on the lower bank of the river more than three miles away from the main tribe.

The water surface in that place is wider than the river in front of the Qingque Tribe.

They have gained a lot of experience on the small sailboat, and they are going to make a bigger sailboat. It is not realistic to do such a thing in the small carpenter's yard.