"Son of God, still blow, still blow!"

Just after dinner the next day, everyone couldn't wait to gather around, looking at Han Cheng one by one, their eyes were shining.

Music knows no borders and no era, especially music that can be widely circulated and sung for a long time, has its own merits.

Of course, it is not easy to cross races, otherwise there would be no such thing as playing the piano to the cow.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe who had never heard the flute, last night, Han Cheng's song "Farewell", I heard it like I was in the clouds, and the feeling was too amazing.

I can't say it, but I can really appreciate the beauty of music.

So just after dinner today, everyone couldn't wait to look at Han Cheng, expecting the respected Divine Son to play another song for them.

Looking at the people who were looking at him with sparkling eyes, Han Cheng suddenly appeared in front of his eyes the scene of having dinner as a child, half of the people from the village gathered in the courtyard of a person's house, and watched it around a fourteen-inch black and white TV.

Unfortunately, he is no longer one of the people watching TV, but has become the 14-inch black-and-white TV......

Of course, Han Cheng would not sweep everyone's interest, so he took the bamboo flute again and played a song "Farewell" in front of everyone.

The sound of the flute sounded, and everyone instantly fell silent, listening to the beautiful flute sound, looking at the god son who was playing the transverse flute under the cover of the bonfire, and the eyes of many female primitives in the tribe were shining.

In the past, they thought that men who were strong and had access to a lot of food were the most attractive, but now, looking at Miko playing the transverse flute, their deep-seated notions were suddenly shaken.

Looking at the people who were looking at him with their eyes shining, Han Cheng felt very useful in his heart.

Of course, if all these female primitives with stars in their eyes are replaced by girls in later generations, and such a large number of little fans are harvested at once, Han Cheng will definitely be more useful and can fly happily.

However, with his flute, which is not a third-rate flute, he will play it in public in the future generation, and it will be good not to be thrown by others, and he wants to gain a large number of little fan girls, which is simply a fool's dream.

It seems that women in primitive times are easier to deceive!

"Son of God, blow it too! Also blow! ”

At the end of the song, after being quiet for a while, someone shouted unsatisfied, and someone took the lead like this, and the rest of the people came back to their senses and shouted together.

They couldn't get enough of this beautiful flute sound.

Someone cheered like this, Han Cheng naturally would not refuse, put the flute to his mouth, and the melody of "Farewell" flowed out again, and everyone was instantly quiet and intoxicated......

"Son of God, blow it too! Also blow! ”

It's late at night, and the people who slept very early in the past, at this time, are still full of energy, and they don't want to sleep, and they can't hear enough of this beautiful flute.

"Sleep! Don't blow it! ”

Han Dashenzi spoke, and everyone's voices of dissatisfaction were immediately suppressed.

This can't be blamed on Han Cheng, anyone who has blown "Farewell" more than ten times in a row, his lips are almost bald, and his brain is a little hypoxic, these guys are still there shouting to do it again, and the reaction will not be much better than Han Cheng.

Of course, it's better to say that these guys have bought tickets, and Han Cheng is willing to come a few more times, but the key is that there are no tickets, and there are so many requirements, how can this make sense?

As a result, everyone was suppressed by Han Dashenzi.

"Sleep well tonight, work well tomorrow, and I'll play for everyone tomorrow night."

As soon as Han Cheng's words came out, everyone who was still a little depressed just now instantly revived with full blood.

Han Cheng touched his somewhat wooden lips and couldn't help but smile bitterly, sometimes too much is not necessarily a good thing.

Alas, there is no way, people are too good is such a distress......

"咯~咯~咯~......"

In the chicken pen of the Qingque tribe, there are chickens there that are screaming in horror, but even if they are frightened, they have not escaped the poisonous hands of Han Dashenzi.

A rooster was held by Han Cheng on the wings, and he pulled off three or four feathers from it in a row before letting it go, and then caught another unlucky guy and continued to pull it out.

At this time, Han Cheng seemed to have some of the courage of Wu when he made brushes, and he had a tendency to turn into a hair-plucking maniac.

Fortunately, he only targeted chickens, ducks and geese, and the rest did not start.

After some chickens, ducks, and geese, Han Cheng left here with a full harvest.

Watching this two-legged beast leave, these poultry of the Blue Sparrow tribe slowly calmed down.

Han Cheng stuffed the four chicken wings into a thin bamboo tube three or four centimeters long, plugged it and made some gum to stick it firmly, and then pressed it tightly together with the thin bamboo tube in the middle of a round copper sheet about three centimeters in diameter.

After it was secure, Han Cheng threw the simplified version of the shuttlecock into the air, and then the shuttlecock fell with the feathers up and the copper plate down.

After seeing that it was relatively successful, Han Chengcheng picked it up from the ground and threw it in the air again.

However, this time he didn't let it fall to the ground again, but when it fell, Han Cheng stretched out his foot to catch it and kicked it up again.

Kicking the shuttlecock is not Han Cheng's strong point, but he can't catch it after two kicks.

"Brother Cheng, what is this?"

Because Xiao Xing'er was born for a short time, she needs to take care of Bai Xuemei, a mother, and she can't raise silkworms now, so Bai Xuemei's life is relatively leisurely, and her favorite thing to do is to hold Xiao Xing'er and lead the little pea behind Han Cheng, like a little tail.

At this time, seeing Han Cheng doing strange things to this thing that he had never seen before, he asked curiously.

"This is a shuttlecock, kicked with your feet, and if you kick more, it can have the effect of strengthening your body.

In the winter, when the sports day is held, shuttlecock kicking is set up as a special event, and the women compete with each other, and whoever kicks more will be rewarded. ”

Han Cheng explained to Bai Xuemei with a smile.

Then he kicked twice, and successfully increased the number of kicks from two to three, Han Cheng felt a little proud in his heart, this progress was too obvious! In just a few moments, it's a one-third improvement!

"You come and kick."

Han Cheng said with a smile to Bai Xuemei, who was holding Xiao Xing'er.

"Brother Cheng, I won't."

Bai Xuemei shook her head, this shuttlecock and this novel way of playing was the first time she had seen it, so naturally she didn't know how to play.

"It's okay, it's easy, just kick it."

Han Cheng said to Bai Xuemei with a smile while taking Xiao Xing'er from Bai Xuemei's arms.

Persuaded as a comeover, and looked like a senior old bird pointing out the little sprout.

"When you kick, try to keep your feet flat and go up, you can't use too much strength, as long as you pay a little more attention, you can reach my level."

"Uh-huh."

Bai Xuemei nodded obediently, with the nervousness, novelty and apprehension unique to novice rookies.

Han Dashenzi taught a few more words, and after imparting his experience, Bai Xuemei, who was a little careful and apprehensive, threw the shuttlecock into the air.

"Pap, pap, papa, papa, pap......"

Watching the feather shuttlecock flying up and down on Bai Xuemei's feet, Han Cheng's face was twitching, could he use such strength to slap his face? It's obviously a big guy, but I have to pretend to be a little new here, is it really good to slap my face like this? ……

"Brother Cheng, the method you taught is so good!"

The first time she kicked the shuttlecock, Bai Xuemei kicked twelve times in a row, looking at Han Cheng and saying with admiration on her face.

Rao is Han Cheng's skin is thick enough, and he can't help but blush at this time.

"Hey, Brother Cheng, what's wrong with your face? Why is it so red? ”

Looking at Bai Xuemei's innocent appearance, Han Cheng suddenly had the urge to flee from the wilderness......

The appearance of shuttlecock soon set off a boom in the tribe, and the female primitive people, who rarely had fun, got these feather shuttlecocks, and they were all happy, and they wanted to touch out and kick twice when they had nothing to do.

It has the style of those who 'put a sub-card in their waists and catch whoever comes to whom'.

Of course, if shuttlecock alone is not enough to make these female primitive people in the tribe so obsessed, but if the shuttlecock kicking and the croissant comb are linked, it will not be surprising that such a trend can be set off in the tribe.

The croissant comb is different from the ordinary wooden comb, the croissant comb is not only comfortable to use, but also looks very good-looking, and it is the thing that can most touch the hearts of tribal women.

Using such a thing as a reward for the top three people who kicked the shuttlecock at the Winter Games, these women are not impressed.

The croissant comb obtained through the contest is not the same as the rest of the things, the croissant comb obtained through the contest is awarded to the individual and is no longer in public ownership.

After years of continuous development, the tribe has gradually become rich in materials, and people have slowly developed some private ideas, able to distinguish between their own ownership and public ownership.

"Bang~"

Next to the white smoke of the bronze furnace, Heiwa carried a gong tied to a rope in one hand, and a gong hammer wrapped in cloth in the other, and struck it in the middle of the gong.

When the gong is struck, the surface of the gong shakes and makes a sound.

The sound was a little louder than what had been cast before, but it was still nowhere near the effect that Miko had told.

This made Heiwa very distressed, he had been very careful to make the mold, and had made the gap between the molds to the thinnest degree that he could achieve by hand, but the cast gong effect was still not ideal.

Before, he always wanted to do something more challenging, but now Heiwa suddenly regretted it, because this gong was too challenging!

He's racked his brains, but he still can't make the gong that works perfectly.

And now the weather is getting colder and colder, and there is no telling when heavy snow will fall.

Time is so urgent, it can't be that Heiwa is not in a hurry.

"Put the gong in the iron-striking furnace and burn it vigorously, and when it is hot, then beat the protruding disc in the middle with a hammer to make it thinner."

Han Cheng walked over, understood the difficulties encountered by Heiwa, took the unsuccessful gong in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, and said to the second senior brother on the side.

Copper can't be forged repeatedly like iron, but there's nothing wrong with heating the thick part and then beating it thin.

For the gong, Han Cheng's most direct contact was to patrol and fight with his cousin next door, who was more than ten years older than him, and a nephew who was five or six years older than him.

Cattle thieves were very rampant in those two years, and Han Cheng's village alone lost three heads within a year, and the nearby villages also lost some more or less.

Therefore, the villages began to organize patrols and patrols at night.

Three households are in a group, each household dispatches at least one person, and the night is divided into two groups, one group is responsible for the first half of the night, and one group is responsible for the second half of the night.

The three of them carried a gong, and when they went out of the house, the old lady explained over and over again, saying that when they met a thief, they would knock the gong in their hands vigorously, but they should not go to the thief's side......

Of course, the gong has been patrolling the village for more than a year, and not a single thief has ever found it.

However, the experience at that time was not in vain, at least when making the gong at this time, he would not be as blind as he had made an oil press before, and could only continue to explore step by step.

So after watching it and comparing it with the gong in his memory, he was able to roughly see the problem and give some solutions.

In fact, the gong and the leather drum have a certain similarity, both of which make a sound through the rapid tremor of the drum surface after being hit.

Now that the gong surface has been made too thick, the tremor has been affected, and the sound will naturally not be too big.

Of course, in addition to the tremor of the drum surface, one of the main reasons for the loud sound of the drum is that the hollow drum barrel below has a certain amplification effect.

After listening to Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother immediately began to get busy, cleaning up the iron stove that had been idle for a long time and had not been used in order to get some iron from the iron bacteria.

After putting the top charcoal into it, the fire began to burn, and the black baby who couldn't think of any way to come squatted there very consciously, pressing the hand pressure drill blower again and again to continuously send air into the furnace, raising the furnace temperature, he really wanted to see the gong be rectified.

After most of the charcoal had been burned, the gong that had untied the rope was put into the furnace, and after burning for a while, the second brother used a bronze tongs with a long handle to clip it out of the furnace, lay it flat on a bronze ingot with a flat surface, and then held the bronze hammer and hammered it at the bullseye-like and protruding part of the gong.

As the bronze hammer continued to fall, it gradually became thinner.

Practice makes perfect, the second senior brother is the one who does a lot of these jobs in the tribe, so the craftsmanship is still good.

At the beginning, I smashed it with great strength, and when I was almost done, I slowed down my strength and eliminated the marks on it as much as possible to make it flat.

"Bang!"

After some careful processing, the gong was finally done, and after tying the rope, Han Cheng took the gong hammer and picked it himself, and a sound that was much louder than before spread out.

I don't remember the sound of the gong in the later generations, but I can already use it if I make do with it.

The troubles of the black baby are all removed, and the eyes become brighter, it turns out that in addition to casting, you can also rest the casting utensils in this way!

The weather is getting colder and colder, and although the snow has not yet fallen, people can already feel that winter has really arrived.

The cold wind blew howling, the yellow leaves fell one after another, and the wild grass was bent down.

In such weather, the future Wild Duck Station resounded with cheers.

The people of the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe led by the old primitive people, as well as the people of the Qingque Tribe Road Repair Team led by Gu met here and met in victory.

Their hands were clasped tightly together, they laughed excitedly, and after more than half a year and countless sweats, they finally built the road before the snow fell!

Although there are still many places where the bridge mentioned by Miko needs to be built, it is undeniable that the main body of this road has been built by them!

When the road construction teams of the two sides tamped the last bit of road surface together, their hands were tightly clasped together.

At this time, they are not from any tribe, but a group of people who work together for the same goal!

"Let's go, the road is repaired, now you can go down this road and go to the main tribe!"

Stone smiled and extended an invitation to the men.

More than half a year of wind and sun, as well as being far away from the tribe to determine the road here, plus teaching minors from the two tribes to learn Mandarin and Chinese characters, made the stone much darker and stronger, and at the same time more calm and confident.

Some roads can only be walked alone, and when you walk through this road, the whole person will gain something more or less and become different from before, which is growth.

After getting along with the people of the two tribes day and night for more than half a year, Shi already has some different feelings for the people of the two tribes, and he also knows very clearly the wishes of these people, and understands that one of the main reasons for their efforts to build the road is to go to their own big tribe after the road is built.

Now that the road had finally been built, the stone was the first to mention it to the cheers of the crowd.

After the invitation of the stone was given, there was silence here, and then there was an even more enthusiastic cheer, and the minors of the two tribes jumped up and down excitedly, and their hearts were full of joy and longing.

The adults of both tribes were also overjoyed.

After waiting for so long, now that they have finally finished building the road, they can go to the big tribe of this kind tribe, and they can meet the kind Divine Son!

However, after this joy lasted for a while, someone stood up and poured cold water on it.

The people who poured cold water were the old primitives of the Wind Tribe.

He, like the rest of the people, was very eager to visit the great tribe of the good tribe, but after seeing the many fallen leaves falling in the wind, and the wild grass bent by the wind, and feeling the colder and colder temperatures, he still suppressed this thought.

The weather is getting colder, winter has arrived, and heavy snow can fall at any time.

They don't have time to delay any longer.

Although Miko had thought of a way for himself and others before, so that he and others could continue to live in the kind tribe in winter, but before doing this, they needed to go back to their tribe first, and transport the salt and other things that had been received from the kind Qingque tribe for more than half a year back to the tribe, and the people who stayed in the tribe needed these very much.

And they need to go back and tell the tribe people about continuing to work in the good tribe in winter, otherwise the tribe people will be worried.

This needs to be done before the snow falls, otherwise things will become uncomfortable.

Whether it was a heavy snow before they returned to the tribe, or a heavy snow after returning to the tribe, it was a worrying thing.

Although the old primitives also very much wanted to go to the kind-hearted Qingque main tribe to have a look, but after thinking of this, the old primitives could only temporarily suppress it, because compared to this matter, it is more important to arrange things before the heavy snow falls, and then take these people back to the kind Qingque tribe.

Because one can't get it right, he and others will have to spend the winter in their own tribe, and it will take a long time before they can come to the kind tribe again and see these kind people.

People become old and refined, this sentence is not false at all, especially in this era when there are not many channels to obtain knowledge and experience, and more attention is paid to acquiring various knowledge according to their own experience, old people are generally smarter than younger people.

So when everyone was rejoicing about going to the Blue Sparrow Lord's tribe, the old primitives of the Wind Tribe thought of these more far-reaching things.

When this was expressed, the cheerers immediately stopped cheering.

They thought carefully about what the old primitive man said, and felt that it was very reasonable, in order to spend this winter in the kind Qingque tribe, the most important thing they needed to do at this time was to hurry back to their own tribe, and then hurry to the kind Qingque tribe.

However, understanding is understanding, but feeling uncomfortable is also unavoidable, after all, they have been looking forward to this thing for so long, and it can finally be realized, but such a thing has happened.

After understanding everyone's worries, Shi laughed, not only Shi, but the rest of the people who understood the old primitives and their worries Qingque tribe also showed a kind smile.

If the old primitives were worried about the rest, they might not be able to help, but for now, this is not a problem for them who took advantage of the heavy snow last winter to wipe out the half-peasant tribe.

"You can walk even if there is snow, we have a way to ......"

The stone smiled and explained to the old primitives, and as the stone spoke, the people of the two tribes, who were originally depressed, gradually showed joy......