Chapter 528: Questions from the soul

"This can't fly?
You wait, I will make a flying one. "
Shenzi Han Da said to the stone very calmly.
The stone holding the small snakeskin parachute suddenly became cheerful again.
With a look of surprise and joy, seeing Han Cheng wanted to kick his fiercely.
Don't you know how difficult it is to make a Kongming lantern at this time?
Smiling Han Cheng, there are actually 10,000 strange animals deep in his heart, running away and whizzing past.
"Go and chop a bamboo pole back, and chop from the root."
Han Cheng handed the stone head to the stone's hand and said to the stone.
At this moment, the stone was more excited than a chicken blood, and he agreed, carrying the shackles, and leaving the courtyard at a speed faster than the rabbit, rushing toward the bamboo forest with smoke billowing all the way.
Seeing the stone quickly leave the courtyard gate, Han Cheng stood with his hand held, with a calm smile on his face, his complexion suddenly collapsed.
Squatting on the ground, holding his head in both hands, slowly sucking teeth.
Children who like to be more serious and love to learn too much can't afford to hurt it, it will be hard for Master!
This is Han Cheng's silent wailing.
It is said that it is only a Kongming lantern, and the structure is very simple. Later, the riverside square will only cost five yuan each when encountering the Lantern Festival. This shows that its structure is simple and low in cost.
The problem is that the times are different, and materials that are extremely common in later generations, at this time, can make people alive and dead.
There is no thin paper or glue sheet, you can use punched snake skin instead, this guy is the same thin and airtight.
The inner skeleton can be tied with thin bamboo strips, which won't weigh too much.
You can use some burlap scraps for things that burn fire, soak them in heavy oil or turpentine, which can be handled carelessly. These three points are all well solved.
The key is that the material used to tie the oily linen under the Kongming lamp is something that can make people lose their hair.
Ordinary twine will definitely not work. Use them to bind, I'm afraid that the Kongming Lantern has spontaneously ignited on the spot before it flies into the sky.
Even if it is replaced with leather ropes and animal tendons, the effect is not much worse. It is estimated that if the flight is less than two meters high, the rope will burn, the fire ball will fall from the air, and the lamp made of snake skin will also fall. .
The best material is thin soft iron wire.
The problem is that there is no.
Not to mention the thin and soft iron wires, even other copper wires, steel wires, aluminum wires...all the things that touch metal, the Qingque tribe has nothing.
The only metal products he possesses are hammers, iron drills, axes... this big one.
Don't say that these things can't be used to bind the oil-soaked cloth and connect it to the Kongming Lantern. Even if it was possible, Han Cheng would not do it.
The reason is simple. To make such a heavy object, how big a Kongming lamp and how big a flame is needed?
This is really a difficult problem.
"Brother Cheng, you...what are you doing on the ground?"
In melancholy thinking, the voice of Bai Xuemei suddenly sounded behind him. Han Cheng, who had not noticed the arrival of Bai Xuemei, was startled.
Looking up at this woman who walks without sound and is still in the category of minors in later generations, Han Cheng suppressed the shock and said: "I'm tired of planing, squat down and rest."
The lie opens up.
He would not say anything embarrassed by Kong Mingdeng when he was killed.
After all, the son of Han Da is also a person who wants face.
As a person from future generations, but embarrassed by such a small thing, how can this be said?
Especially in front of Bai Xuemei, I can't say that I can't.
"Then... why are you holding your head?"
The questioning from the soul continued, and Han Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart.
Sure enough, the deepest hurt always comes from the closest person.
However, the crit from Bai Xuemei's inquisitive attack is obviously not over yet.
Seeing Han Cheng didn't answer, she tilted her head and thought for a while, and then she said with joy as if she had figured out something: "I know, I must rest with my head, and recover faster."
While talking, he squatted down beside Han Cheng, learning Han Cheng's appearance, holding his head with both hands, looking like two Chinese cabbages waiting to be stolen.
Han Cheng looked at the black line in his forehead who looked at his sister Bai Xue with joy.
You know what a shit!
You can easily get beaten by doing this, you know?
Looking at Bai Xuemei's belly, Han Cheng hummed to himself, but after all he could not reach out his hand.
For the sake of the child, please forgive you generously.
Han Cheng put his hands off his head, stood up, and stood up with his hands again.
It was not stimulated by the stupid wife, but a cloud of smoke rose outside the courtyard wall, quickly coming towards the gate.
Sure enough, he had just stood up, with a shackle on his shoulder, and a stone with a bamboo pole in his hand had appeared at the gate.
The bamboo branches behind the bamboo poles were not cleared, so I rushed back all the way. No wonder I was able to make the movement so big, so I hurried to catch up with the Dangyang Bridge, and let my subordinates tie branches to the horse’s tail and ran back and forth. The movement came out.
With the effort of Han Cheng to make complaints, the stones have been rushing into the yard without stopping, and the bamboo poles and branches behind them swept to the gate of the tribe, sweeping the gate back and forth.
Before the gate calmed down, the stone came to Han Cheng's side with the bamboo poles and billowing smoke.
Don't say anything, just hey straight.
But this meaning has been expressed very clearly, that is, I have already got the bamboo pole back, let's get started.
Han Cheng wanted to hit him a few times.
But after all, he held it back, and after breaking the bamboo for a while, it began to break the bamboo strips.
This thing, Han Cheng is not professional, broke for a long time and did not break a suitable one.
After understanding what kind of stone the son of God wanted to make, he was very winked at this time~EbookFREE.me~ Without a word, he turned his head and ran.
In a short while, he came with a limp that was dragged by him.
Seeing the limp figure, Han Chengcheng couldn't help but wailed.
The little Stone is really fine to find trouble, and he wants to beat himself to death!
Lame-breaking bamboo strips is professional, and he knows this as a person who cultivates lameness.
The reason why I know that the technique of lame is very good, but does not look for it, but insists that I am here to do it myself, because in addition to living well, lame is still a big mouth!
Anything new that he knows will soon be yelled at, especially when it comes to Han Cheng's creation of new things, there is even a persistent presence.
In the past, Han Cheng still enjoyed this kind of strange atmosphere where many people gathered around to watch, after all, he could better put on a touch of force.
But this time, it's quite different. Regarding refractory materials, he hasn't had a clue until now...