The people of the Qingque tribe who were immersed in the painting in front of them heard the words of the stone at this time, and many people came to their senses.

Yes, they still have to farm, they have to mow the grass, and they have to ...... With so much work done, how can you have the spare energy to do these things?

How could the tribe be built like this when the grain was yellow?

The words of the stone are undoubtedly like a scoop of cold water poured on their heads, which dispelled everyone's enthusiasm a lot, and made them feel extremely uncomfortable when they wanted to quickly turn these things in the painting into reality.

Han Cheng had already considered the start of construction, and after the spring ploughing, the tribe would be relatively much more idle.

When the time came, the women and children of the tribe were allowed to do relatively easy things such as weeding and loosening the soil, and the able-bodied men were more involved in the construction of houses.

Although the tribe is now a little more crowded, according to the low requirements of the people for living space and environment, there will be no problem in two or three years.

In two or three years, enough people can get these things right.

Moreover, the houses that have been built one after another can also be put into use one after another, and it is not necessary to build everything before starting to use it.

As soon as Han Cheng said his plan with a smile, everyone who was worried just now immediately felt a sense of enlightenment.

Yes, these can be built slowly, and there is no need to build them all at once.

Just like the houses and walls that the tribe now owns, they are being built one after another.

Hearing Han Cheng's explanation, after understanding it for a while, he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his head, since it wasn't built when the grain was yellow, then what are you doing with the yellow and clear grains painted in the fields around the wall?

Painting ripe millet and fruits certainly makes the whole picture more attractive.

For the people in the tribe, the fruits of Huang Chengcheng will always be more attractive than things like wind and snow.

Han Cheng, who knows the temperament of the tribesmen, naturally wants to prescribe the right medicine.

Wu, whose body trembled like chaff for a while, finally calmed down at this moment.

The ladle of cold water poured down on the stone, and he also realized a problem.

That's the walls of the tribe.

The scale of 1:200 is written on Wu's hand, as a studious old man in the tribe, Wu still knows something about scales.

Because before Han Cheng, when he taught trade to draw maps, he once specifically talked about scale.

A rough estimate of the length of the wall drawn, and a rough calculation, although no accurate number was reached, Wu also understood that the wall on the painting had far exceeded the current wall of the tribe.

A closer look at this drawing reveals that many of the buildings would have been beyond the boundaries of the current walls.

If these buildings were to be built, the existing walls of the tribe would have to be removed......

The wall is the most time-consuming thing in the entire tribe, not to mention the construction, it takes a lot of time to tear down the existing wall.

If you want to build a wall that is bigger than the current one, it will take more energy.

Not to mention the rest of the houses, just tearing down the walls and building the walls, I'm afraid it won't be completed by the time the grain is yellow.

For such a long time the tribe will lose the protection of the wall, that ......

Although the tribe is now outnumbered and has a lot of bronze weapons, as long as he thinks about the lack of protection by the wall for such a long time, Wu's heart feels not stable at all.

He hesitated for a moment, but still told the story.

As soon as Wu's words came out, Han Cheng chuckled in his heart, how could he forget about this matter?

The rest of the tribe who were excited about a bright future were also stunned at this time, and there was no doubt that the weight of Wu's cold water was much more sufficient.

If the stone is counted according to the scoop, then the witch must be counted according to the bucket.

During this gap period, Han Cheng really didn't expect that when he was planning, he suddenly felt bad when he was said by Wu at this time, how could he leave such a big flaw?

However, he was stunned for a short time, and after a moment he had already thought of a solution.

The solution to this is actually very simple, that is, not to tear down the wall first, first build the big wall on the outside, and then tear down the old wall inside.

It's like when you first wanted to build in the tribe, you chose to build a wall first, and then build a house inside the wall after the safety was guaranteed.

In this way, there will be no problems with the defense of the Horde.

He hadn't noticed this problem before, but now that Wu mentioned it, the solution came out.

Han Cheng smiled and told everyone the solution, and the people who were poured a bucket of cold water, and then Han Cheng added firewood and fanned the flames, and soon a raging flame burned again.

Wu Ye's eyes lit up, and he felt that this method was indeed very good.

So, without any worries, the people of the Qingque tribe, who confirmed the feasibility of this matter, suddenly became excited again.

This rendering that Han Cheng worked so hard to draw was regarded as a treasure by everyone in the tribe, and everyone stepped forward in turn, looking at it carefully with longing and excitement, imagining the scene when they lived in it in the future, and they were in a surging mood.

Wu guarded the painting, like a miser, and those who wanted to reach out and touch the painting were all slapped by Wu with his hand without exception, for fear that they would be damaged by these people.

If it weren't for Han Cheng's repeated resignations, there would definitely be a grand party in the Qingque Tribe tonight.

Because the witch wanted to inform the revered gods of this great event through sacrifices.

A picture stirred up a thousand waves, and as soon as this rendering came out, it immediately made the people of the Qingque tribe as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

For a while, everyone talked and talked about this matter, and many people fantasized about living in such a tribe......

When night fell, the heat was slightly lowered, and Han Cheng, who was lying on the kang, was not as excited as everyone at this time, because he had been thinking about the old wall.

In the afternoon, he told everyone that after the new wall was built, the old wall was torn down and that it was not right for him to do so.

On the one hand, it is not easy to build the wall, and on the other hand, it is very troublesome to tear it down, and thirdly, although he wrote the word 'demolition' on the wall, after it is demolished, no one will give him rich compensation.

After all, he is the boss of the tribe himself.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng reached out and slapped his head twice.

Why do you always want to tear down a good wall? Isn't it good to stay here and be an urn city?