"Tell them that in the winter, the road can't be built, but our tribe still has work for them to do.

They can go to the copper mountain to mine ore, and the treatment is the same as now, we provide food, they mine, and after completing a certain amount of ore, they can exchange a certain amount of food, salt, or pottery from our tribe as if they were building roads. ”

Han Cheng said to Mao with a smile.

Regarding the future of the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe, Han Cheng had already made a plan.

The best result is slow assimilation and absorption.

If you can't absorb them in a short time, then try to prolong the time for these people to contact their own tribe, continue to assimilate, and after persevering, there will always be a day when they will be absorbed.

Moreover, in the process of assimilation, their own tribe will not suffer.

For example, Han Cheng is now talking about this method for trade.

This method had already been thought of by Han Cheng after Han Cheng had already thought about the two tribes that had collided with him, and it was just right to use it at this time.

It can not only allow these people to continue to stay in their own tribe, and accept the assimilation of their own tribe while working, but also take care of their inseparable emotions from the old tribe for a while.

"After arriving at the Tongshan residential area, tell Senior Brother Sha that when these people start mining, they will build some domed houses for them to live in."

After Han Cheng thought about it, he explained to the trade again.

The reason why he explained like this was because Han Cheng wanted to artificially establish some differences in the Tongshan residential area.

The domed semi-cave house does not have windows on it, and because it is a semi-cave house, it is naturally not as comfortable to live in as a house that is completely on the ground like the Qingque tribe.

What Han Cheng wanted to take advantage of was this discomfort, the purpose was to make the people of the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe have some yearning in this gap.

If the standard of living of the people who are still working as 'hired laborers' is directly raised to the same level as the citizens of the Qingque tribe, it will be more difficult to absorb them into their own tribe.

The reason is very simple, when they are 'hired workers', they are no different from the treatment of citizens, so why do they go further to become citizens of the Qingque tribe? Is it bad to continue working as a hired laborer?

Now these people have always lived in the wilderness far away from their tribe, and they don't have any ideas about the semi-cave houses they live in now, but when they live in the Tongshan residential area at the time, they will gradually have some different ideas when they compare with the houses of the Qingque tribe.

There is no contrast, there is no harm, and the saying is true. However, in addition to the damage, through comparison, people will become aggressive and will not be satisfied with the status quo.

When people go to higher places, when they see that there are better things around them, and they are sure that they can get these better things as long as they put in the effort, most people are still willing to work hard.

In addition to the house where you live, there must be certain differences in the tools used and the food you eat, so that you can better highlight the advantages of joining the Qingque tribe and becoming a citizen of the Qingque tribe......

After thinking about it carefully, Han Cheng explained some other things that needed to be paid attention to.

In this way, the next day, the trade party that had just returned set out again for the Copper Mountain settlement.

"Green Sparrow Flag! Green Sparrow Flag! ”

The people of the two tribes, who were building the road, cheered again.

When the old primitive people saw the green finch flag flying in the wind among the fallen leaves in the sky, and the smiling trade under the green finch flag, they suddenly smiled, and the worry in their hearts suddenly decreased a lot.

They came back so quickly, and they still looked happy, it is very likely that the wise Divine Son came up with a solution to the current predicament!

Under the leadership of the old primitives, everyone couldn't wait to meet them.

"Miko has thought of a way!"

Before the old primitives could come, the smiling trade shouted loudly,

When such words came into their ears, some of the hearts that everyone was still carrying suddenly relaxed.

"Trade, let's talk about the Son of God's method!"

After the two parties gathered together, some people immediately couldn't wait to ask, and the rest of the people also looked at them with blank eyes, looking forward to the solution that the god son of wisdom came up with.

"Miko said that you can mine in winter......"

The trade didn't sell anything, and just smiled and said.

After the trade general Han Cheng finished telling him the method, there was immediately a cheer full of excitement and joy, which was even more excited than when they came over with sheep and fruit candy not long ago.

This excitement lasted until the trade and the people of the trade team left here and went to the Tongshan settlement.

The Son of God is so wise! It's so kind!

You can think of such a good way!

In order to let himself and the others know such a method earlier, and to put their minds at ease as soon as possible, as soon as they returned to the tribe, they were sent out by the Son of God.

As night fell, lying in the dome of the dome, the old primitive man of the Wind Tribe was full of excitement, and his reverence for the Son of God went up to the next level.

His reverence for Han Cheng was not only because of these, but also because of a more important factor, that is, the old primitive man believed that Han Cheng had suffered a big loss by making such a decision.

"Because we want to stay, the Son of God came up with such a solution, although this method is very good, but the Son of God will lose a lot of things because of these things.

Salt, pottery, and food are all extremely precious, and there is no one else who is willing to give so much to solve our problems but the Son of God and this kind tribe!

We all need to keep this in mind! ”

The excited old primitive people used Mandarin language mixed with some gestures to convey this meaning to their tribe and the people of the neighboring wind tribe.

Originally, the vast majority of people only felt a relatively shallow level of care from the Son of God.

Now that the old primitive man was so excited, everyone thought about it according to the old primitive man's train of thought, and immediately felt that what the old primitive man said was very right, and at the same time, they also felt the deeper care and love of the Divine Son.

The old primitive man was very right, except for the Son of God, who else was so good to them?

Thinking like this, someone suddenly couldn't help but shed tears in the darkness.

Some minors even sobbed and cried.

Crying is also a kind of emotion that will infect each other, and many other people who are already agitated by this cry can't help crying, and the old primitive people are also there to wipe their tears.

So, later, this temporary living shed was crying, and I don't know how heartbreaking things people thought had happened.

This cry continued for a while before it gradually became smaller and faded away.

The old primitive man wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and a smile appeared on his face, which was still stained with some tears.

He closed his eyes, and he didn't fall asleep as he had been the night before.

At this moment, his heart was quiet, and he soon fell asleep and snorted happily.

But even if he was asleep, the faint smile on his face did not disappear......

"Wow~Wow~"

"Alas~!"

The baby's loud cry rang out in the dark room, followed by a long, feeble sigh.

Then, amid the baby's crying, the room resounded with the sound of Si Si Suo, and a moment later, with the sound of blowing, a little red light lit up in the room, and then a faint flame rose.

Han Cheng took the fire fold and brought it to the bowl, lit the oil lamp, and the darkness in the room was dispelled.

The little girl was squeezing her eyes and growing her mouth, crying, and her little fists clenched tightly were waving from time to time.

Bai Xuemei was also awakened by the cry of the little girl, and she was sitting on the kang at this time, gently picking up the little girl.

The phrase "child, long ears" is not false at all, Bai Xuemei, who has always been sleepy, after giving birth to a little girl, when she sleeps at night, she also becomes smart.

With the help of Han Cheng, who seemed a little sleepy-eyed, Bai Xuemei wiped her little girl's buttocks, put on a new, dry diaper, and then lay on her side on the kang, took the little girl into her arms, sacrificed the baby coaxing artifact, hummed softly in her mouth like "Ao~Ao~", and patted her other hand gently on her daughter.

After a while, Xiao Xing'er's crying changed from loud to small, and slowly stopped.

Han Cheng stretched out his head to take a look, and saw that the little girl was already asleep, so he blew out the light, and then lay down lightly.

It's not easier than working with a child! Daddy and mom are really not that easy to be.

Since Xiao Xing'er was born, Han Cheng, who has not slept much in An Sheng'er, sighed.

At this time, Han Cheng didn't know that the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe had what happened after the old primitive man was assisted, if he knew, he would definitely be happy and didn't know what to say, where would there be kung fu to sigh here that it was difficult to be a dad......

The next day, Han Cheng got up, and after another short time with his parents, Han Cheng took a piece of paper to find Heiwa.

Heiwa is still there and mud.

Most people who do something for a long time will form occupational diseases, such as the current black baby, if you don't touch the mud for a day, you feel uncomfortable.

However, it is precisely because of his love for occupational diseases that he is able to make pottery and mud-related molds so well.

"Son of God."

After seeing Han Cheng coming, Heiwa raised her head and greeted with a smile, and after seeing Han Cheng holding a piece of paper in his hand, she immediately dropped the mud in her hand, and her hands couldn't be washed, so she came over with an excited face, and her eyes went straight to the paper in Han Cheng's hand.

When Han Cheng saw Heiwa like this, he couldn't help but smile and scolded: "Don't look at it blindly, this is a new thing that needs to be cast." ”

As he spoke, he unfolded the paper in his hand for Heiwa to see.

The black baby who was broken by Han Cheng just smiled, her eyes were still fixed on the paper that Han Cheng was opening in her hand, with a look of excitement on her face.

Now this guy is the same as the lame, he has almost reached the point of being overwhelmed in the tribe, always thinking about getting something new and undone, and in the tribe, the most creative person is Miko, who can come up with something they can't think of at all from time to time and let them do it, so as soon as he sees Han Cheng coming over with the drawings, whether it is a lame or a black baby, he will subconsciously get excited.

The paper unfolded, and three circular objects were drawn on it.

One is placed flat, one is erected, and the other is behind the display.

These three pictures actually depict the same thing, and this thing is a gong.

As the weather gets colder day by day, autumn is getting stronger and stronger, and winter is approaching, Han Cheng began to prepare for the first winter games of the Qingque tribe.

Gongs are one of those things that need to be prepared.

With just one drum, Han Cheng still felt that it was not lively enough, and it could not highlight the momentum of the sports meeting.

So he came up with the idea of a gong, which is as famous as a drum.

The noise of gongs and drums is not in vain.

Moreover, after the gong is made, it is not only used in sports events, but can also be extended to the defense of the tribe.

With the construction of the outer wall of the tribe, the whole tribe has been greatly expanded, and the area is larger, and the pillars made of wood are somewhat insufficient.

After all, the bangzi is made of wood, and no matter how strong and suitable the wood is, the sound it makes is limited, and it is far from catching up with the gong.

In addition to city defense, it can also be extended to the army later.

Marching with drums and retreating from the army are the two most simple and easy-to-understand orders.

After Han Cheng opened the drawing, Heiwa's eyes stared at it without blinking, and after he was too addicted, he quickly ran to the side to wash his hands.

Rubbing his hands clean, wiping and drying the clothes on his body, he took the drawings from Han Cheng's hand, looked at them carefully, looked serious, and immersed himself.

After a long while, Heiwa looked away, and Han Cheng began to tell Heiwa about the role of the gong, how to use it, and the effect to be achieved......

It's impossible not to tell these things, after all, it's just a pattern drawn on paper, not a real object, for the black baby who has never been in contact with a gong before, it is very necessary to understand the effect of the gong.

On the way to tell Han Cheng and Heiwa, Heiwa would ask some incomprehensible things from time to time, and Han Cheng also told Heiwa in as much detail as possible according to his understanding of the gong.

After a long time like this, Heiwa stopped asking, sat there without saying a word, and thought.

In the afternoon, the contemplative black baby began to move, making mud with her own hands, and then making a mold of the gong......

Han Cheng quietly left the pottery workshop when Heiwa began to ponder, he knew that he had basically completed the things on the gong, and the rest was all Heiwa's business.

Han Cheng was not idle, and after coming out of the pottery workshop, he found a small copper saw and carried it to the bamboo pole forest.

Find the right bamboo in the bamboo pole forest, and then cut it neatly from the roots with a copper saw.

Originally, this is not a difficult task, but if there are two more pandas around you who will hold your legs from time to time and never let go, then everything will have to be said separately.

After a long time and three bamboos were robbed, Han Cheng successfully escaped from the bamboo forest with a bamboo thicker than his thumb.

After returning to the courtyard, I sawed a piece of about 30 centimeters with a copper saw, first used a tool to open the bamboo inside, flattened it as much as possible, and then used a ruler to point a few points on the outside of the bamboo, and then found a small hand-pressed drill to start drilling at the top point.

However, this hole has not been drilled yet, and Han Chengcheng stopped his movements helplessly.

Bamboo is different from wood, the texture of bamboo is clearer, and it is precisely because of this that bamboo can be broken into thin bamboo strips.

But now, it is precisely this characteristic that makes Han Cheng in trouble.

The trouble is that when drilling holes in the bamboo, there will inevitably be some fine bamboo strips on the surface around the hole, which will make the bamboo unsmooth.

However, the effect that Han Cheng wanted to achieve was that the perimeter of the hole was flattened, and the hole drilled out was like being drilled out of wood.

After trying to drill a few more holes on the scrapped bamboo pipe, Han Cheng gave up the idea of using a hand-pressed drill to drill holes on the bamboo that suited his heart.

Touching his chin and thinking for a while, Han Cheng found a copper stick of appropriate thickness, lit a fire and heated it inside, took it out and pressed it on the bamboo tube, and at the same time pressed it down with the appropriate force with his hand, and gently rotated it.

When the fiery copper stick and the bamboo came into contact with each other, green smoke suddenly rose, and after a while, black powder overflowed from it, and the copper stick also sank into the bamboo pipe.

After a while, the temperature of the copper rod dropped and the progress slowed down, Han Chengcheng put the copper rod back into the fire and burned it, and after it was hot, he took out the small shallow pit that was burned out on top of the bamboo pipe, and continued to repeat the previous action.

After doing this three times, the bamboo was burned through, Han Cheng removed the copper stick, and a round hole appeared on the bamboo pipe, the edge was smooth, not like a hand pressure drill.

Han Cheng showed joy.

Immediately, he used a copper saw to cut off a bamboo of about 30 centimeters again, opened the other two bamboo joints, and left the one near the top of one end.

Then continue to use a ruler to compare and put a mark on it, and after burning the copper rod red, burn holes in the marks one by one.

"Miko, what is this?"

Wu didn't know when he came over, and watched intently, until Han Cheng had burned all the holes, and then he asked.

"This is a flute, a bamboo flute, which can play a nice sound."

Han Cheng found a piece of waste linen, squatted there and carefully wiped the black ash at the entrance of the cave, and after hearing Wu's inquiry, he replied out loud.

"Nice sound? Is it better than my sister sitting on the bow of the boat? ”

Bai Xuemei, who was holding Xiao Xing'er, didn't know when she came over, and after hearing Han Cheng's words, she answered with curiosity.

Han Cheng's face twitched, and this stupid woman remembered that her sister was on the bow of the boat.

"I'll blow it and you'll know."

Han Cheng said with a smile, and at the same time, he took off a thin film from the inside of a split bamboo, and put a little wet water on top of the second hole, so that a bamboo flute could be considered completely done.

Han Cheng held the remaining hole with the fingers of both hands apart, brought the bamboo flute horizontally to his mouth, and slightly pursed his mouth, trying to blow the air into the first hole.

Playing the flute, Han Cheng is also a half-hanger, belonging to the kind of halfway monk.

The reason why I came into contact with this is because one of the guys in their search and rescue team likes to play the flute in later generations.

The time that touched Han Cheng the most was when they went on a mission together.

It was dusk, the round and warm sun fell on the top of the sand dunes, all around was yellow sand, the sky and the earth seemed vast, there was a group of birds in the sky flapping their wings and flying over, the guy took out the flute, put it to his mouth, and played a song "A Laugh in the Sea" at the sand dunes and the sunset.

At that time, Han Chengcheng was stunned by this guy's commotion, in that kind of situation, hearing such a song was really touching, since that time, Han Chengcheng had the idea of learning the flute.

It's a pity that I haven't learned Dacheng yet, and the tunes that can be played together have only learned one "Farewell" and one "A Laugh in the Sea", and the rest have not had time to master it, so they were sent to the primitive society, so there is one less person who plays the flute with unlimited achievements in later generations.

After coming here, all kinds of things were busy, and no one around him would show off a flute when he was fine, so Han Cheng also left it behind.

Now that he was planning for the Games, he remembered the musical instrument, and then he began to make the flute that he had lost for more than ten years.

Han Cheng is not a professional in making bamboo flutes, and Han Cheng is not a professional in playing the flute.

Under the expectant gaze of Wu and Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng didn't even play a voice for the first time.

After trying several times in a row, I slowly found some sensations, and the intermittent flute sound began to sound between the light movements of my fingers.

Wu's eyes lit up, this is really amazing, it's just a piece of bamboo, and there are some holes drilled into it, and it can actually play such a beautiful sound!

Bai Xuemei tilted her head and thought about it carefully, and felt that it was still not as good as "Sister Sitting on the Bow of the Boat......

When night fell, the faint moonlight sprinkled down, the wind blew, the bamboo shadows outside the window were swaying, Han Cheng stood in front of the window and his fingers jumped, and a song "Farewell" flowed out from his fingertips.

The sound of the flute echoed through the window in the moonlit courtyard, and the already quiet courtyard became even quieter after such a sound came out.

The circle that was entangled with the witch suddenly stopped moving, and after listening quietly for a while, a quietly flowing river appeared in front of me, and a few falling red leaves gradually disappeared with the river.

Bai Xuemei looked at the back of her brother Cheng, and her eyes were full of little stars.

Han Cheng snorted arrogantly, he had already said that one day, he would definitely become a world-class flute player, and that guy always laughed at himself for being too frivolous, what about now? Haven't you managed to stand on top of the world anymore?

And it is still used to play a bamboo flute that is not very good.

The wind blew in from the window, stirring the corners of Han Cheng's clothes, making him look even more sassy.

This kind of commotion didn't last long, because Xiao Xing'er was there and cried.

Facing the cry of his daughter, Han Cheng, who was still self-absorbed and sassy just now, suddenly broke his work.

The lethality brought by the girl's cry is greater than that of the hooligan suona in the musical instrument world.