I am a primitive

As long as these descendants can persevere in this matter unswervingly, basically within ten generations, the thing of being able to fly into the sky in a hot air balloon for a while can still be achieved.

Of course, the premise is that the Qingque tribe can be passed on, and it must be stronger than it is now, and there must be more new things.

At this time, it seems that there is not much difference between Kongming lanterns and kites.

As a latecomer, Han Cheng can be foresighted in many things.

It is precisely because he understands the huge difference between the two that he still chooses Kongming Lanterns even though he knows that Kongming Lanterns are not easy to make.

It's a pity that such good intentions can't be explained to outsiders, but can only be touched by oneself.

The skeleton of the Kongming lantern is tied up, and the next thing to do is, of course, paste the snake skin on it.

Looking at the two people who were running fast and being rushed to collect pine resin by him, Han Cheng, whose eye sockets were a little hot after being touched by him, couldn't help sniffling.

It is reasonable for the stone to run fast, but it is a bit outrageous for a lame adult with inflexible legs to follow and run so fast.

Sure enough, if the lame is not lame, he will go to heaven.

The Han Dashenzi, who was somewhat resentful by the Kongming lantern, looked at the direction that made people leave quickly, and couldn't stop complaining, using it to vent some of the depression in his heart.

Tucao is Tucao, but what should be done is still to be done.

Han Cheng, who had finished complaining, carried the pickaxe and continued to dig the soil to dig trenches and build flower beds.

When digging the soil, what was in my mind was how to solve the problem of refractory materials for Kongming lanterns.

The reason why he thinks about it while digging the soil is not because Han Cheng cherishes time like gold and is so hardworking, but to avoid the verbal harm from Bai Xuemei.

An innocent and ignorant expression, coupled with a sentence of unconscious but extremely precise words, will do the most harm to people, and every sentence is a critical blow.

But you still have nothing to do with her, after all, your child is still in her womb.

This kind of thing is the most uncomfortable.

Han Cheng's prediction was not wrong at all, and his big lame mouth has never disappointed people.

It's just that I went to collect some pine resin with the stone. The fact that the son of God will make a tool that can fly into the sky has already spread in the tribe.

Even in later generations, flying into the sky is an eye-catching thing, worthy of national joy, let alone now.

As soon as the news was released, the entire Qingque tribe was blown by the chilly spring breeze. Even the slaves and some three-year-old children with halazi knew about it, and they all showed great enthusiasm. curious.

Everyone endured the torment until the sun set, and immediately packed up their things and rushed to the tribe.

After returning to the tribe, instead of surrounding the rice tank as usual, they approached the son of God, as if Han Cheng had become a sweet pastry.

It wasn't until Han Dashenzi, who had been watched like a monkey for a while, got angry, grabbed a few guys in front, and kicked each of them on their buttocks, that this matter was temporarily over...

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As the sun set and night fell, all the hustle and bustle was instantly annihilated by the darkness, and everything inside and outside the tribe became quiet.

This is one of the great benefits of primitive times.

Without those ubiquitous lighting facilities that illuminate the night as if it were day, people in this era are doomed to not be able to work around the clock and die like the later generations.

As long as you lie on the kang and sleep obediently, and don't sing those primitive tunes too much, you can still get enough sleep.

However, among these people, Han Cheng was not included.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes and couldn't stop thinking about how to solve the Kongming Lantern issue.

Stones, pottery, bones, leather, trees... He considered these things one by one many times, but found that none of them could replace the wire.

This discovery made his head mess up and his mood became a little irritable.

After I don't know how long this state lasted, Han Cheng became even more impatient.

Because he had already decided to ignore these things for now, and after having a good night's sleep, he found that his mind was still in a mess, and he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Insomnia has always been a very uncomfortable thing.

After tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, Han Cheng, still unable to sleep and feeling uncomfortable all over, decided to give up resisting.

At this time, if you want to sleep peacefully, you can't rely on yourself alone. You must take a sleeping pill.

Otherwise, this night and tomorrow will be ruined.

After making such a decision, Han Cheng groped down the kang.

Taking advantage of the faint red light from the mouth of the fire pit, Han Cheng picked up a grass stalk that was easily ignited, opened the almost sealed kang mouth a little, and stuck the long grass stalk in. In the dark fire.

After waiting for a while, as the smoke rose, a flame rose.

Han Cheng pulled out the burning grass stem and lit the oil lamp on the earthen platform.

The room suddenly became much brighter.

Han Cheng extinguished the burning grass stalks, and quickly sealed the kang's burner mouth, leaving only a small gap.

In just a short while, the fire inside the kang became much bigger.

It won't work if it goes on like this, the kang will be too hot to sleep in a short time.

After doing this, Han Cheng, who was a little chilled from the cold, quickly got on the kang and got into the warm bed.

The previous preparations have been done, and now he is going to start taking sleeping pills.

After warming her hands, she reached out and touched Bai Xuemei who was sleeping beside her, shaking her gently constantly.

In her sleep, Bai Xuemei uttered a few whispers in her sleep, and then opened her sleepy eyes.

Han Cheng smiled and leaned closer to Bai Xuemei.

Bai Xuemei, who was already familiar with these things, did not even say a word. After propping up her body with two arms, she fell down again and began to feed Han Cheng sleeping pills.

It is not sloppy at all, and has the straightforward style of primitive people.

This kind of sleeping pill is undoubtedly very comfortable to take, just look at Han Chenggong who is looking at Bai Xuemei with a cheap smile on his face.

The sleeping pills took a little too long to feed.

It wasn't over until Bai Xuemei's cheeks were numb and stiff.

It was said that Han Cheng took sleeping pills, but in the end it was Bai Xuemei who ate something.