I am a primitive

There was a lot of charcoal fired this time, which was enough to hold two large grass baskets, which was more charcoal than the sum of charcoal fired many times before.

The cold and falling snow blocked Han Cheng's enthusiasm for burning charcoal. The cylindrical kiln that had just been emptied was filled with firewood again in a blink of an eye.

The next step is to paste the cylinder with mud, leaving only a hole the size of a bowl.

The problem of the soil is easy to solve. The dry mud clods that were removed from the kiln before are crushed and poured with water, which can be reused continuously.

Having learned from his previous experience that his hands were too cold when the roof was pasted, Han Cheng directly used hot water and mud this time.

After mixing the mud, taking advantage of the heat, Hei Wa and Hei Wa quickly made it together, it was much better.

The flame is fed in from above and quickly ignites the firewood in the kiln, and as time goes by, the flame in the kiln begins to move down.

Standing on a rock, Han Cheng watched what happened, thinking why there was such a big difference between lighting a fire from below and from above in the same way.

After thinking for a while, apart from knowing that it has something to do with oxygen, I don't know anything about the rest.

At this time, he felt very regretful that he was a liberal arts student in his previous life. If he was a science guy or a technical geek, he would encounter a lot of difficulties in these aspects, right?

Thinking of this, he smiled and shook his head, and then felt a little lucky, because he remembered the approximate proportion of bronze.

This is what I saw when I read the history of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties in a comprehensive history book. Because the ratios are all integers, Han Cheng also wrote it down.

This made him more confident about the next few things.

The bronze proportions recorded in the book are somewhat inaccurate, but the general framework has already come out, which will greatly reduce the time and workload.

If you want bronze with better performance, just experiment with this ratio.

In fact, Han Cheng didn't remember the matter of the bronze ratio at the beginning, but kept thinking about it later, and the memory of that period suddenly popped up for some reason.

Worried that he would forget it later, Han Chengcheng recorded it on a ceramic board.

In fact, since about a year ago, Han Chengcheng would write things down on the ceramic board from time to time.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. This sentence is not bad at all. After gradually adapting to the life here, when I think about the future generations, sometimes I feel very close, and sometimes I feel extremely far away.

But it is undeniable that many things have gradually become blurred in my mind.

This is also the most fundamental reason for Han Cheng to record some things that he can think of that are useful to this era.

Because this era is too far away from future generations, so many things that seem to be very common in future generations are groundbreaking creations here. If you record more, you will be able to go too far in some aspects in time. detour.

For example, the proportion of bronze that comes to mind by accident, such as the steel forging method that I don’t know where to look, but it does exist in my mind, but it is somewhat vague, and the curved shaft plow used for farming, the columbine cart of the ancestor of the combined seeder, and the oxen. The hoe used to weed and loosen the soil in the crop field...

For this era, these are very important things, and it will make the road ahead for him and the Qingque Tribe broader and easier.

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The knowledge brought from later generations, or what can be called common sense, is the foundation of his existence in this era.

There is a truth that will not change at any time, that is, a person who can bring benefits and usefulness to others is far more popular and even respected than others, and can also integrate into a group more easily.

You don't need to look far away, you just need to think about the process of Han Cheng from the meat that the second senior brother wanted to eat at the beginning to the son of God that the entire Qingque tribe respects very much today.

These things that exist in his mind are his greatest wealth, and they are also his reliance to survive better in this era.

For such an important thing, how could he treat it casually?

As for the matter recorded on the pottery board, which will be seen by others, and his status as the Son of God will be affected from now on, Han Cheng has considered it as early as when he decided to record the things in his mind, and adopted corresponding countermeasures. The countermeasure is Hanyu Pinyin.

The things he recorded were all written in Chinese pinyin. In the era he lived in, no one except him could really understand these things.

Even those three foreign friends who were trying to die were turned over, and faced with something that looks similar to English but is not a system at all, they are also helpless.

This is an insurance that Han Cheng added to himself.

He is not a great person, nor is he a selfless person. It is impossible that he will not make some funeral arrangements for himself.

At this time, the Qingque Tribe is happy and harmonious, and everyone hugs together to keep warm. Everyone respects him as a son of god, but this is just the present, who knows what it will be like in the future?

The butterfly's wings have already fluttered, the original historical process has quietly changed, and the entire Qingque tribe has been led astray by him. Who knows what will appear in such a rapid development?

No matter what aspect he considers, he must leave such a path for himself...

"Son of God, kiln..."

Hei Wa's voice pulled Han Cheng out of his imagination, and when Han Cheng realized it, he saw Hei Wa looking at him.

He was asking himself about sealing the air intake.

Han Cheng shook his head slightly, not letting himself think about these messy things anymore. He thought about such things too much, and always felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

He bent down and saw that the fire had spread to the air inlet, he nodded towards Hei Wa, indicating that he could block it.

After the top hole of the kiln was sealed, all that was left was to wait.

Because of the snow, the days became shorter. He stretched out his hands outside the kiln to feel the temperature on the kiln, and then looked at the sky. Han Cheng finally gave up the idea of ​​opening the kiln today to see the results, and Hei Wa Several people walked to the tribe together.

The swirling snowflakes fell on the warm kiln, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

The dinner of the Qingque tribe is still soup. Since Han Cheng brought out the pottery and cooked the pottery to eat, soup has gradually increased in the diet structure of the Qingque tribe.

And as the weather gets colder, the soup is cooked more and more. Now, soup is basically eaten three meals a day.

"Bah…"

The sound of the chopsticks falling to the ground sounded, and the second senior brother held the bowl in one hand, bent down, and seemed a little difficult to pick up the chopsticks.

This is already the fourth time he dropped his chopsticks tonight.

He tapped the chopsticks he picked up on the bottom of the bowl twice to shake off some of the stains on them. After picking up the chopsticks, he was ready to pick up the meat in the bowl and eat.

As a result, the hand holding the chopsticks shook uncontrollably, and the chopsticks tended to fall again.

After two more attempts in this way, he had no choice but to give up this practice, and instead of using the chopsticks in his hands, he just went to the bowl to drink the soup.

After finishing the soup, go to the meat.

The second brother tonight is very strange. In the past, he would have at least three bowls of this kind of broth, but tonight he only ate one bowl and put the bowl down. He got up and walked out of the cave, stepping on the snow all the way towards Sleeping houses go.

Tonight is much brighter than other nights because of the blanket of snow.

The second brother stomped his feet vigorously on the open space that was swept out in front of the door and covered with a layer of sand, shaking off the snow on the straw sandals before entering the house.

The room he lives in is adjacent to Junior Brother Sha's room, and to enter his room needs to pass through Junior Brother Sha's room.

When he passed the room where Junior Brother Sha lived, he stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked at the wall above the edge of the Kang.