Reborn stone tools to farm

Let the mountain dig, Tang Zheng ran back to the stone slab and took a piece of mud and started to rub it. Wet some water on his hands to prevent it from breaking when rubbing. After a while, he rubbed a strip of mud about [-] centimeters long. The horizontal strips pressed into a square on the side of the stone slab are about three centimeters wide.

After finishing the five horizontal strips, Tang Zheng didn't dare to move them for fear of deforming them, so she went to see the condition of the mud plate.

Because of digging a hole for a while, the clay plate was already a bit dry, so it was fine to move it, so Tang Zheng turned it over, dipped his fingers in some water, repaired the hole in the bottom, and then moved it to the campfire To bake next to it.

Because the tools are relatively crude, digging with a wooden stick is very laborious and time-consuming. Tang Zheng thought about calling him over, and picked a complete round wooden stick from the firewood pile, which was about the size of her arm. He picked a long trapezoidal stone from the pile of stones on the mountain and asked him to grind it, and flattened the wide end.

Taking out the chisel he had sharpened earlier from the side of the drying rack, Tang Zheng found a wooden stick in his hand and began to drill holes in the head of the previous wooden stick.

It was easy to chisel at the beginning, but when you tap the chisel in a little, then you can dig out a large piece of sawdust with a slanted twist, and the more you go in, the more inconvenient it becomes.

Turning around, finding the correct location and size, and chiseling away a part, Tang Zheng found some charcoal that had not been completely burnt from the fire, clamped it into the newly dug hole with a branch, and then blew on it with his mouth to burn it. The raw charcoal turns red and hot under the power of the wind, so it is less labor-intensive and faster to burn through directly.

The wooden stick was relatively thick, and when it burned through, Tang Zheng felt her cheeks were a little sore, so she pressed her tongue against the inner walls of the mouth on both sides to relieve it, and then picked up a chisel to make final trims to the hole in the wooden stick.

When Tang Zheng finished, he looked around and was satisfied, and the stones of the mountain were almost polished.

Looking for some thinner and stronger grass vines, Tang Zheng took the rocks in his hand and wedged the thin end into the hole on the stick, then found two more stones to prop up the stick, and used a Put a wooden stick against the stone blade and then knock the stone into it firmly. If you hit it directly, it will easily damage the blade.

Finally, the stones and wooden sticks were tied firmly with grass and vines, and a primitive hoe was completed.Tang Zheng waved up and down, quite satisfied, a little happy.

With the stone hoe, it became easier to dig a hole in the mountain. Under the guidance of Tang Zheng, he dug a round hole with a depth of more than 20 centimeters in a short time, and then went down from the end, and dug a hole more than 50 centimeters across the entire hole. Wide ditch, the mountain was sweating profusely when it was completed.

Let Shan trample the mud in the pit firmly with his feet, and Tang Zheng brought the horizontal bar, because it has been dry for a long time because it has been made for a long time.Embed a horizontal bar at intervals in the ditch in the pit, and then bring the clay plate to the pit, and the big head of the kiln is considered complete.

The excavated mud was just used to build the body of the kiln. Tang Zheng piled the mud together, dug a small hole in the middle, used a pottery bowl to catch water from the stream, poured it in, and then pushed the soil next to it to let the mountain Step on it with your feet.

The dry mud dug by the stream was useless, adding it was almost enough to build the kiln. Tang Zheng stopped the mountain when he saw that it was almost done. Smooth out the paste with your hands.Because one part was a ditch, Tang Zheng found some twigs to pad it and then built mud, and built a circle with a thickness of about ten centimeters, and then asked the mountain to help build it up together.

When the hunters and gatherers came back, Tang Zheng and Shan finally built the kiln. It really took a whole day of work.

The people collecting today are no different from before, and the harvest is still full. There will be about half a month of snow season, so there is no need to worry about the vegetables.

The hunters had nothing to gain today, probably because they were frightened. The group of muntjacs didn't go to the stream to drink water, because the squatting muntjacs didn't hunt other animals.

Tao brought two things to Tang Zheng, a short branch of bamboo and a mustard green.

Bamboo is of course nothing to say, it is a treasure of panacea everywhere. In fact, Tang Zheng has seen bamboo in her memory but she didn't pay attention to it. Now she is very pleasantly surprised to see it.

Mustard greens are a bit like green vegetables. They usually grow very large and can be used for pickling. Tang Zheng was overjoyed by both. During the meal, he cooked a bowl of mushroom soup for Tao as promised.

After the meal, Tang Zheng proposed to the old grandmother something she had thought about for a long time, that is, to accept apprentices, to accept the mountains as apprentices.

Although he is a modern person in the 21st century, Tang Zheng attaches great importance to and likes the traditional master-apprentice relationship.After a few days of observation, Tang Zheng felt that Shan was patient, good-natured, and good at understanding. He should be a good apprentice or master, whether it is learning or teaching others in the future.

The old grandmother didn't understand what master-apprentice meant, but she knew that inheritance was a very important thing. She listened carefully to what Tang Zheng said to her. Tang Zheng said, "I have to do many things. Tao needs a Individuals are responsible for it, but pottery making is very important and cannot be learned by everyone. If there are too many people, it will be easily stolen by other tribes.

The old grandmother thought for a long time after listening, and finally agreed to Tang Zheng's decision. She asked everyone to gather around the campfire quietly, and used a special dark green plant juice to draw two lines on Tang Zheng's face, and asked her to sit on the side of the campfire. On the other side, a stone tablet engraved with tribal totems was brought out from the cave.

Put the head of an animal in front of the stele, it was the muntjac from before, and then the old grandmother danced a strange dance with Tang Zheng around the fire, chanting words, Tang Zheng couldn't understand, but it was about asking for the blessing of the ancestors such words.

Everyone was extremely quiet, sitting cross-legged, with their bodies bent forward on the ground.

After dancing the whole weird dance, the old grandmother pointed the strange stick in her hand on Tang Zheng's head, like the spine of some animal.

"Go."

Tang Zheng nodded and stood up: "Shan, come here."

Shan got up from the ground, limped to Tang Zheng and knelt down again. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew the rituals of ancestor worship and inheritance, but the person standing in front of him was not the old grandmother but Hazel.

It was very strange for an adult to kneel in front of a child, but everyone did not have any doubts, and still crawled respectfully.

"Shan, from today onwards, I will take you in as an apprentice and teach you how to make pottery."

As soon as the words fell, Shan suddenly raised his head in surprise, unbelievable and uncontrollable ecstasy, and there was a faint exclamation behind him.

Tang Zheng took the stick from the old grandmother and placed it on Shan's forehead. There was a big difference in height, even if Shan was kneeling, she was still about the same height as Tang Zheng.

"I am your master, I will teach you the skills, so that you can have the ability to survive and continue to contribute to the tribe and the tribe. You are my apprentice, you should respect me and obey my teachings."

Tang Zheng was a small person with a straight face, and what he said sounded a little strange to Shan, but it didn't prevent him from understanding, and he could roughly understand what she meant.

Removing the stick and returning it to the old grandmother, Tang Zheng broke his serious expression and said with a smile: "Kowtow three times to the ancestors, and kowtow three times to me, and call me master."

Shan solemnly kowtowed six times as Tang Zheng said, his forehead turned red, and shouted "Master" to Tang Zheng, sonorously and forcefully, full of joy.

Tang Zheng took another pottery bowl from the old grandmother, the one she made for the first time, and handed it to Shan: "In the future, we must respect our teachers, work hard to make pottery, be loyal to the tribe, and dedicate ourselves to the tribe, you know?" ?”

"understood!"

Shan, who is in his early twenties, smiles like a child. From now on, he is no longer a useless cripple!

Then Tang Zheng said loudly to the people behind him: "Master is the inheritor of a craft. Maybe you will have a master in the future. He may not be as young as me. He teaches you skills. You should respect and love him." He, if he is old, should he use the food he got to feed him and repay him!"

"Yes!"

Listening to the answers of the clansmen, Tang Zheng smiled. In ancient times, teachers were like fathers and mothers. The low-level craftsmen did not ask for their skills to pass on their skills. A little selfishness.

Tang Zheng is still young, only less than ten years old and doesn't need these things, but she wants to guide such a concept, which is correct and understandable, and implant it bit by bit early.

A ceremony did not bring much change to this small tribe, and no one knew what the future would hold. It was already dark, and it was still time to work and sleep. The only one who could not sleep was Shan people.

"Master, master, I can't sleep." Shan sat down on the ground at the entrance of the cave, next to where Tang Zheng was lying.

"Close your eyes and fall asleep naturally."

"..." After a moment of silence, Shan said hesitantly, "But can I really..."

"Is there anything wrong with it, can you be my apprentice now." With his back to the mountain, Tang Zheng said indifferently.

"...Thank you, Master."

"Sleep quickly! You have to work tomorrow."

"Oh." Shan casually lay down on the spot, pulled the animal skin on his body and closed his eyes to sleep.

Shan Shan's soft snoring gradually came from behind, but Tang Zheng, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes, staring at the burning red fire in front of him, the high temperature distorted his vision, and the soot flew upwards with the airflow.

Is it really possible?

Tang Zheng tightened the animal skin on her body. A tribe of 20 people is really small, so small that a continuous heavy snowfall can wipe them out. Can her little butterfly flapping its wings really make such a small tribe? The tribe broke through the cocoon, no longer had a meal like this, but could see a stable future, Tang Zheng himself didn't know.

Close your eyes again, it's useless to think too much, since God let her come here, it should give her luck a boost.

The author has something to say: the chisel was wrongly written as a file before, and the difference between the two things is still quite large. Now I have changed it, and the writing is a bit cumbersome. I don’t know if you will like it