When he found that Shenzi had buried the unburned wood and walked back, looking like he didn't care about it, Wu finally couldn't hold his breath anymore and asked Han Cheng about the purpose of his move.

At the same time, I was also wondering if it would be planted here, and in the second year, it would grow a lot of firewood like rapeseed, right?

Thinking of this, the eyes of this old primitive man, who had already experienced the great benefits of agricultural planting, suddenly lit up.

If you want to say that firewood can be grown like this, does that mean that if you bury the rabbit in the soil, it will grow a lot of rabbits the next year?

If you bury a deer in the ground, there will be a lot of deer in the next year?

Put people ......

Wu became even more excited, and this sudden flash of inspiration allowed him to discover a path to heaven that would lead the tribe to prosperity and strength.

He couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, and looked at the Son of God with longing and anticipation, wanting to get confirmation from the Son.

Han Cheng was very strange in his heart, he didn't know what Wu thought of, and he would have such a look.

There is nothing to hide from charcoal burning, and if charcoal can be burned, then the whole tribe will benefit.

At the moment, he told Wu that he wanted to burn charcoal, and at the same time said the various benefits of charcoal, and he didn't know much about charcoal burning, so he could only explore it slowly.

In the past, whenever he heard that something beneficial to the tribe appeared, the witch would be very happy, but today it is unusual.

After Han Cheng said all the benefits of charcoal, Wu not only did not be happy, but revealed a loss that was difficult to hide.

He made Han Cheng wonder like this, thinking about when Wu's vision actually became so high, such a good thing as charcoal, he couldn't be moved, and it actually made him show a strong look of disappointment, which ......

Who is the traverser who has seen the world?

"God... Miko, no... Can't you grow firewood? ”

Wu was disappointed and unwilling to let the broad road he had just come up with be shattered, so he hesitated for a while and asked Han Cheng out loud.

"I can't."

Han Cheng was a little strange, how could Wu, who was usually very wise, ask such a question?

But it was just a little strange, and he didn't think about it deeply, and of course he didn't know the bold idea that Wu had just now.

If he knew, he didn't know if he would be able to be so calm, in case Wu suddenly had the idea of planting a god son, and then he would be able to produce a lot of god sons......

After burying the firewood, Han Chengcheng asked these people to go to the back mountain together to transport the thatch harvested by Tietou and others.

It is also convenient to transport the thatch back down, there is no need to carry the thatch bales down the mountain, and then go around the front door of the tribe to enter through the front door of the tribe, which is too troublesome, just carry the thatch bales in the direction of the tribe for a while, and throw them at the edge, and these thatch bales will jump and roll all the way to the courtyard of the Qingque tribe below.

The thatched bales were very strong, only a few of them would be broken, and the rest were intact.

When the thatched bales on top are lost, someone in the courtyard will carry them to the side and stack them in an unobstructed place.

While others were doing this, Lame was not idle, and according to Han Cheng's instructions, he used the remaining branches from the previous days to build the 'Wooden Stick Defense System' and cut off a lot of half-meter-long sticks.

One end of the stick was also sharpened after being burned with fire.

The days in winter are very short, and without much work, it is already dark.

Grinding sticks and thatching are not very important things, and Han Cheng will not let people fight at night.

However, the people of the Qingque tribe were not idle, and after drinking soup together, they went back to their houses, sat on the warm edge of the kang, and used ropes of various specifications with thread spinning tops by the light of the fire at the mouth of the kang that had not yet been blocked

Nowadays, rope is a very expensive thing in the Qingque tribe, and it can be used in many places.

From sewing socks and gloves to catching prey under rabbit covers, these have ropes, and today Miko said that the amount of thin rope will increase greatly in two days, so they need to rub the rope for a while tonight before sleeping.

This kind of thing is generally done by women, and many men in the tribe never complain about ramming the earth, digging pits, and turning the ground, but when they encounter this kind of meticulous and not very tiring work, they feel a little bald.

How awkward is the little spindle in the hand.

may be due to nature, women seem to be very patient with this kind of work that needs to be repeated constantly, rubbing it again and again, and they can't see half of the impatience.

Therefore, when it comes to rubbing ropes at night, the main force is the women of the tribe.

Of course, there will also be anomalies, such as the 'stonemason' wood that grinds a bone into a bone needle under the guidance of Han Cheng.

It may have something to do with his personality, he seems to be in high spirits when he does this thing that most men are unwilling to do, and he rubs it faster than most women, and the quality is also superior.

Han Cheng sat cross-legged on the warm kang, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the wooden door and the window, and kept thinking about the charcoal burning in his heart.

Drawing on the experience of the first pottery burning, although he was anxious to know the result, he did not immediately open the seal to look at it.

Let's wait, wait until tomorrow to see the concrete results, if feasible, expand the scale of production according to this method, if not, and then continue to find a way.

After thinking about it to no avail, Han Cheng could only relieve himself like this, and then quickly took off his clothes and slept under the warm bed.

Life is like this, there are always endless things to do, endless difficulties to solve, if everything has to be worried, then this life is too tired, when it is time to sleep, it is still necessary to sleep, when it is time to eat, to eat, to raise the spirit and body, to have the capital to fight.

Wu obviously did not understand the true meaning of life, and buried himself in a pile of furs, his eyes open in the dark, looking at the room completely shrouded in darkness, unwilling to sleep.

He was still thinking about the idea that would make people tremble with excitement just by thinking about it......

The night wind shook the doors and windows, trying to get in, tearing this last bit of warmth apart, and making the whole world tremble under its shroud.

It's a pity that the inner and outer sides of the wooden row door are densely wrapped with impermeable fur, and the windows are also covered by fur.

Its obscenity had nowhere to be exerted here, and it roared and tore through the night without destroying this small house built by human hands little by little, and finally had to die down.

The warm room on the warm kang and the beautiful people who fell asleep did not know that they were not affected by the cold wind at all, they slept soundly and deeply......

This winter is not too cold.