Chapter 877: Donkey saddle, donkey stirrup (3 in 1)

Han Cheng hadn't thought of all the effects of letting the seniors go to the north to bring back the remaining people from these tribes.
He didn't really think about this long-term, he just wanted to bring these people back to serve as slaves in the tribe, so that the tribe could grow stronger.
I really didn't think that these new slaves would identify with the tribe even more, and put a kindness hat on themselves.
Alas, this is the benefit of being too strong in your own tribe. Even if you are slaves to your own tribe, it is better than their original life.
Alas, this person is too good, and the tribe is too powerful. There is no way to do it. Unintentional actions can have such a big surprise. This is also very helpless...
In the office, I finally gave the picture of the saddle to the son Han Da. After hearing that the old slaves gathered the news reported by the grassroots man, the smile on his face has not disappeared, as if It was the same by the ass.
The kind of beating you get cheap is as much as you owe you.
Fortunately, the grassroots on the side didn't know the inner activities of their son, otherwise, the tall and mighty image of the son in his mind would collapse instantly.
"It's good, you can ask again to see who can recognize the way, find more people who can remember the way, let them go back with the team, it is best to look for them according to their original tribe, and make one. There should be at least one tribe, so you can avoid any tribe from being missed..."
After getting a cheap price, the son Han Da, who was very stinky for a while, affirmed what the grassroots did, and gave him new instructions to find some people who know the way, wait and big brother They went north together.
After getting the affirmation from the son of God, the grassroots seemed very happy. This guy who once drooled at the deer of the Qingque tribe and was taken home by the witches of the evil Teng Snake tribe has long since become a real Of the blue bird tribe.
After a silly smile, he went out with great enthusiasm and went directly to the slave courtyard to do what Han Cheng explained just now.
Han Cheng stood up and stretched vigorously. He thought about what the grassroots said to him. He couldn't help but hehe again for a while before going out to look for lameness.
At this time, the sun had set, and it was time for the tired bird to return to the forest.
Not only the birds, but the deer in the tribe and a large number of dogs that followed the deer also returned to the tribe.
Not far away, there was a bleating sound, and from time to time there would be the sound of a leather whip piercing the air, and there would be some shouts in the middle.
This is the old sheep and others from the original sheep tribe, who drove the fed sheep back.
In such places as chicken coops and duck houses, some primitive women in the tribe took some children and mixed the chopped grass with some rapeseed and relatively dry millet, so that these guys could have dinner and go to sleep. .
It is a very necessary thing to fill the chickens, so that not only can the meat grow, but also the young hens can lay a lot of eggs.
Now, the chickens in the tribe have been domesticated from generation to generation. They have been domesticated for more than ten years. Basically, they are no longer wild, and their living habits are getting closer to the chickens of later generations.
After a while, Han Cheng wants to try to get a small part of the chickens out of the chicken pen and put them in the yard for free-range breeding, to see if their wild nature will return, if the wild nature does not return. , He will raise more chickens freely from the chicken pen.
After spending some time in the courtyard, it is confirmed that these chickens will not return to nature again, and Han Chengcheng will try to get them outside the courtyard to survive.
In this way, it can save a lot of food to feed chickens, and it can also effectively reduce grasshoppers and other insects in the field.
Of course, another prerequisite for this is that the vegetable garden in the tribe needs to be fenced first, otherwise these guys, who are also omnivores, will eat the leaves of the green vegetables in the tribe.
Standing here for a while, a person walked over not far away, just the kind of lame Han Cheng needed to find.
As for the fact that the child is going to make two new tools that can be mounted on the back of the donkey to make the donkey easier to ride, Lame already knows it, and Mao told him not long ago.
As a skilled craftsman in the tribe with the same fame as Heiwa, it is of course not allowed to be lame in such a thing.
Therefore, after Shang received the news, Lame wandered around here, always paying attention to the movement here, waiting for the son to draw the drawing of the tool.
At this moment, seeing Han Cheng coming out of the room with the blueprint in his hand, he naturally hurriedly greeted him, impatiently.
When Han Cheng saw the limp coming, a smile appeared on his face.
Ten years have passed quietly. It has taken away many things and left many things, but some things cannot be changed by time, such as lame ones who never drop their chains.
After more than ten years, the lameness was no longer the person who needed to eat fish intestines filled with sand when Han Chengcai came over.
However, the lame nature of not letting go after a glimmer of hope and working hard for it has not changed.
He looked a little old compared to before, and his hands had already been deformed. He was still working hard for the tribe and himself.
Originally, according to Han Cheng's intention, these drawings were to be shown to Lame tomorrow.
Because he knew that this guy who has always had the energy to work hard, after getting the drawings at this time, he will definitely step up his studies tonight and not sleep well.
However, the matter of going north was to be carried out as soon as possible, so after hesitating for a while, Han Cheng still made the decision to show the drawings to the lame at this moment.
It can only make the lame work harder.
However, the lameness didn't mean to feel hard. After he came to the front and took the drawing from Han Cheng, he immediately looked at it impatiently.
Over the years, I have read a lot of drawings from Han Cheng, and I have become accustomed to this way of expressing tools with patterns.
At this time, it looks familiar.
There are two drawings, one is a saddle drawn with lines, and the other is a stirrup.
Oh, it should be called donkey saddle or donkey stirrup now.
Compared with a complicated donkey saddle, a simple donkey stirrup is much simpler.
Just by looking at the drawings, Lame understood how to make something with a strange name.
It can even be manufactured with several different materials and different techniques.
For example, weaving with rattan, making with wood leather rope, using bone tools or stone tools and bronze, etc., can all be made out of the donkey stirrup painted by the child.
But the donkey saddle that is somewhat arched up and the front and back sides is a little upturned is not easy to make.
He limped and looked carefully for a while, the sky was already dimmed, Han Cheng greeted him with a fascinated limp, squinting his eyes to look at the drawing, and asked him to light up the lamp inside the room.
After Han Cheng yelled like this, he realized that the sky had darkened.
Two people just walked into the room to light up the lights, and someone came over and shouted for dinner.
He didn't want to eat with the blueprint in his hand, but such a thing would obviously not be allowed by Han Cheng.
As a person from the food-food empire, Han Cheng has always adhered to the principle of eating more than the sky.
No matter how busy you are, you should find the opportunity to eat some food in a hurry when you arrive at the meal.
So the lame had to put down the drawings and went to the dining hall for dinner with Han Cheng.
Because he was worried about the drawing of the donkey saddle in his heart, he walked on the road very quickly. Even Han Cheng, a man with flexible legs, could hardly keep up with him.
After the meal was served in the dining hall, the lame one was called a violent, although Han Cheng had already told him that he should not be so anxious, and it would not be delayed to eat well before going to the drawings, but the speed of the lame meal did not slow down. How many.
After eating a bowl of rice in a hurry, he lamely put the bowls and chopsticks into the big pottery bowl, wiped his mouth with his hand, said to Han Cheng, and went out of the dining hall to the room just now, and continued to look. The drawing of the donkey saddle is gone.
Han Cheng smiled with relief and helplessness. He also speeded up his meal a bit, and went to the room after eating.
"...This thing can be understood as a stool, except that an ordinary stool is placed on the ground, but something like a donkey saddle must be fixed on the back of the donkey.
But the truth is still much worse.
I don't have many requirements for this kind of thing. One is that it can be firmly fixed to the back of the donkey, the other is that it will not cause any harm to the back of the donkey, and the third is that people should sit on it securely and comfortably. "
In the room, the lame boy carefully looked at the drawing of the donkey saddle. Han Cheng explained what he didn't understand, based on what he saw and heard, and explained the donkey saddle to the lame. My own requirements for the donkey saddle.
Nodded lamely.
"Okay, I will stop here tonight. I will do the rest tomorrow. I will take the time to clean up and go to bed. Only with good energy can I do things better. It's impossible to stay up late."
After studying here for a while, lameness is basically a donkey saddle, which is a new thing to him, and almost understood it.
After I figured it out, I wanted to try it immediately, but Han Cheng stopped it.
Rice needs to be eaten bite by bite. It is impossible to eat a fat man in one bite.
And the donkey saddle does not mean that it can be made by limping all night.
Lame wanted to try to make this kind of thing, but Han Cheng died like this, leaving him no room, so Shang had to go to bed obediently.
Looking at the lame who went to sleep, Han Cheng smiled in satisfaction. The talent of trade is a treasure for the tribe, and lame is also an inaccessible talent.
Even if the team going north was left late for a few days, Han Cheng was unwilling to be lame because of this.
"Dad, wash your feet..."
Back to the room where she lived, Bai Xuemei brought footwashing water to Han Cheng, Xiao Wandou rushed to take it when she saw it.
After reaching Han Cheng, he put down the footbath and called Han Cheng to wash his feet.
Little Myolie, who was not sleeping on the side, also learned the appearance of a small pea, shouting vaguely: "Dad, wash your feet."
Han Cheng smiled all over his face when he was played by the two little guys.
Reaching out and touching the heads of the two little guys, Han Cheng took off his shoes and socks and put his feet in a footbath filled with hot water.
Little Wandou followed the example of Bai Xuemei, squatting down to wash the feet of Han Cheng's father.
The younger Myolie also followed her brother's appearance, squatting down unsteadily, putting her two little hands in the footbath and scribbling randomly.
The little hands of sons and daughters felt soft when they touched their feet. It was a very comfortable feeling. The comfortable Han Cheng felt warm in his heart.
Perhaps this is where the joy of being a parent lies. Children are often naughty, but these children often do things that are particularly moving.
This is not the first time Han Cheng has washed his feet, nor is it the best time to wash his feet, but it is the most memorable one for him...
In the lighted room, when Han became moved by what his children had done, the residential area of ​​Tongshan, one hundred and eighty miles away, had not yet begun to rest.
At this time, in the Tongshan residential area, several bonfires lit up, and the fire light illuminates a large area.
The scent of the food wafts in the Tongshan residential area.
Everyone is enjoying these foods, and there is a thick smile on their faces whether they are speaking or not.
Of course everyone was happy, because at noon today, someone from the main tribe arrived here and told them the news of the safe return of the Son of God and their party.
At the same time, he also said that he had found a south suitable for the tribe to live in, and about rice and sweet millet.
Regarding the divine son and their journey, the people living in the Tongshan residential area were no less worried than the people of the main tribe.
At this time, upon hearing such news, the hanging hearts of the people were completely let go, and then filled with deep joy.
Then there will be the present scene.
"Look, this is Paddy! The son of God specially asked us to bring it here!"
After a while, the people from the main tribe carefully took out a small package from the backpack. After opening it layer by layer, two grains of rice and four grains with shells appeared in Tongshan. In front of everyone in the district.
Seeing this, everyone gathered around to watch this new crop, which is said to be no less than rice in every respect...
Unlike the Tongshan residential area, which was illuminated by a bonfire, the slave courtyard of the Green Bird Master Tribe was already completely dark at this time.
However, although the lights have already been extinguished and they have entered sleep mode, many people have not fallen asleep.
From time to time in the darkness, someone could be heard turning over on the kang.
Today, after the news that the Son of God is about to send people north to take the rest of the people over, many people are so excited that after a day of hard work, the people who have fallen asleep in the past have arrived. I am not asleep either.
Especially those who have been selected and will go north with the northbound team in the next few days and return to the original place of residence, and bring the rest of the tribe to the Qingque tribe. People can hardly contain the excitement in their hearts.
Many people couldn't help thinking about the situation when they followed the Qingque tribe's people northward, returned to the original tribe, and told the rest of the tribe the good news.
People in the time tribe will surely jump up happily, right?
When they thought about it this way, they just felt hot.
After coming to the Qingque tribe, the quality of sleep has not been very good. The chief of the grass tribe certainly did not fall asleep at this time.
It's just that compared with those who are simply excited and excited, the mood of the chief of the grass tribe is more complicated.
This time with the team going north, the new slave candidates who returned to the original place of life also included the leader of the grass tribe.
The reason why there is a leader of the grass tribe is not because she is a woman, but because when the grass roots came to ask who knows the way back and determine the candidate, the leader of the grass tribe is very confident that she remembers.
In fact, only the leader of the grass tribe knew in her heart, she was not particularly clear about how to go back.
But she was still so sure that she knew the way.
Because she wanted to leave this rich, powerful, safe, but also scary and powerless tribe.
This time the head of the grass tribe felt that this should be a very rare opportunity, a chance to leave the Qingque tribe and return to life in his own tribe.
So she did so without much hesitation.
Although he can't remember how to go back, the leader of the grass tribe is not worried at all.
Because this time, she was not the only one who went back with the northbound team. She didn't remember the way, and the rest of the people just remembered how to walk. As long as she followed forward, she could return to where she lived.
And as long as they return to the place where they lived, the leader of the grass tribe has the confidence to find the position of his tribe from there.
In this way, no one would find that she actually didn't know how to take this section of the road.
If it were in the past, the leader of the grass tribe would be very proud of being able to come up with such a good way, but now, she really can't get any pride in her mind.
Because in this period of time in the Qingque tribe, she has seen a lot of great wisdom, especially the son of God, it is like a mountain that weighs heavily on her heart.
But there is still some excitement. After all, not long ago, I was still worried about how to leave here, but now such a great opportunity has directly appeared.
And I also caught it...
The leader of the Cao tribe thought this in his heart, thinking about what he might encounter during this return, and after a long time, he finally fell asleep...
"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"
A new day starts with iron strikes.
After seeing the usefulness of the hammer made of meteorite iron, the second senior brother became even more excited in his heart. Early the next morning, he and Heiwa re-ignited the iron-making furnace and burned two pieces of meteorite iron. After that, I took the turn of the meteor hammer to start a life of hitting iron again and again.
After such a sound, it was impossible to sleep in late, so God Son Han Da cleanly crawled out of the bed.
After washing, he took the little peas out of the tribe and ran back and forth along the stone-paved road for a while. After the sweat soaked from his forehead, Han Cheng returned with the sweaty little peas that also ran.
After washing his face again, Han Cheng went to the tinking blacksmith's shop to watch the two brothers and the two hit iron here.
This time the two brothers made an axe and a chisel.
As before, after having good materials in the tribe, priority must be given to creating a set of tools for carpenters and stonemasons.
Once these tools are built, people in the tribe can make more useful objects.
It’s just that these two meteorite irons have just been beaten once. They look very irregular. There is still a long way to go before they become tools such as axes and chisels. They need to continue. Withstand the burning fire over and over again, and the hammer over and over again.
Han Cheng watched here for a while, rubbed his buzzing ears, and walked towards the carpenter's room.
Here in the carpenter's room, Lame and several other carpenters he brought out are busy here.
The lameness has been up for a long time, and even before the second brother and their blacksmith's donkey was on fire, he was already busy in it.
When Han Cheng came over, three more donkey stirrups appeared in the carpenter's room.
One is woven with strong rattan, the other two, one is made of wood, and the other is supported by a mixture of bones and rattan.
As for the bronze donkey stirrups, if you want that all made of bronze, you need a black baby to make a mold.
Han Cheng picked up three simple donkey stirrups supported by different materials, put his feet in and tried them one by one.
The lame craftsmanship is as good as ever, and it is very comfortable to reach in.
While putting his feet in to test whether it was appropriate, he also used both hands to pull the upper leather cords and tugged vigorously to check their firmness.
The result is also very satisfactory, any of them has not been broken by him anyway.
Of course ~EbookFREE.me~ is it easy to use or not, you need to make the donkey saddle and put it on the back of the donkey together for experimentation.
At this time, the lame is holding a ruler there to compare, and after the measurement is done, draw a line, and then give it to the cat's ears and several apprentices, let them either follow the line to intercept with a saw, or use an ax to raise it The place is flattened.
The lame in the working state looks like a master.
After standing here for a while, Han Cheng left, and didn't bother to lame them at work any more.
This is the benefit after cultivating the talents in the tribe. Many things just need to be explained, and there is no need to do it personally, which is very leisurely.
Otherwise, if you have to deal with things regardless of size, Han Cheng feels that he will go in the footsteps of Zhuge Prime Minister Zhuge if he can't handle it. It's not fun at all.
In fact, Prime Minister Zhuge was still very able to delegate power before, but since Ma Di lost the street pavilion, he had serious self-doubt about his ability to use people, and then he was exhausted...