Chapter 399: From "Persuasion" to the Trolley (For What I Lost, Reward the Alliance Leader Plus 1/10)

Many of the small quantities of linen cloth that had been made with great effort had been made into something that seemed to be useless and was called a mask by the Son of God, which made many people in the tribe feel very uncomfortable.

It's not just Bai Xuemei, a cloth lover, who is uncomfortable, but even those who wear masks.

Because this thing is worn on the mouth, after the mouth and nose are blocked, it is uncomfortable to breathe.

However, when they went down to the brick kiln, the Son of God told them to bring it, and they were not allowed to be lazy.

If you don't, you're likely to get a very uncomfortable disease.

It wasn't until the illness was sacrificed that the people in the tribe who went to the kiln really paid attention to it, and they didn't dare to despise wearing extremely uncomfortable masks anymore.

Although Han Cheng was a little distressed about using the linen cloth that was originally intended to be used to make clothes, he did not cut corners at all, nor did he hesitate at all.

This thing must be done, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to have a few more tuberculosis people in the tribe by the time come.

That's a disease that can torture a strong man to the point that life is worse than death!

The temperature inside the brick kiln was still much higher than outside, and not long after entering, Han Cheng was sweating all over.

However, he didn't pay too much attention to this, but concentrated on looking at the bricks in the brick kiln.

Compared to before, these bricks have changed a lot.

One by one, they are black and blue, and when you pick up two and hit each other, they will make a clanging sound.

Han Cheng was carrying the green brick in his hand, with a smile on his face, his luck and craftsmanship were not bad, the bricks of this first kiln were basically completed!

He had the bricks carried out, and forty-three of the five hundred bricks were cracked, which was acceptable.

The middle part of these cracked bricks was blackened, and Han Cheng knew that this was a sign that they had not burned through.

It seems that this time the fire extinguishing is still a little too early, and it will be burned more next time.

He didn't throw away these broken bricks, and let people transport them back to the tribe together, and when the time came to build a house, he could also use them, after all, 'there are rotten bricks, but there are no rotten walls'.

"Dingding......

The black baby on the side had one hand of green bricks and the other hand of the red bricks left over from the previous firing of the cave, colliding with each other, and after a while, he had to admit that the green bricks fired in this way were indeed stronger than the previous red bricks.

"Son of God, when you burn pottery, don't water it in the past......"

After confirming that watering would make the bricks stronger, Heiwa immediately thought of it as firing pottery.

Fill the pottery with water when you burn it?

Nine times out of ten, it won't happen.

Although pottery and bricks are both made of clay, there are still many differences between the two.

However, Han Cheng didn't directly say what he knew, but looked at the black baby who was looking at him with joy in his eyes and said, "I don't know, if you want to know the result, you can try it yourself." ”

Consciously cultivating the ability of people in the tribe to take the initiative to think and find problems is something that Han Cheng is slowly doing.

He had already thought clearly, there were many things, and he could indeed lead the people of the Qingque tribe to shortcuts, but after embarking on this road, if he wanted to continue to develop in the future, he needed the people in the tribe to work hard and discover it.

After all, he, a pseudo-god, is not omnipotent, and there are many things, and he also knows a little about them.

"Well, I'll try!"

Heiwa's eyes flashed, and after nodding vigorously, she turned away from the brick kiln and ran towards the place where he often burned pottery......

All the bricks used in the first kiln for experiments were transported to the tribe, and after the brick kiln was cleaned up, the bricks from the second kiln were also loaded, and this time there were more than 2,000 pieces at once.

It turns out that moving bricks is not an easy job, even if it is a brick.

This is the most intuitive feeling Han Cheng got after he followed the tribesmen to install the bricks from the second kiln into the brick kiln.

The rest of the tribe was okay, after all, their strength was greater than Han Cheng's, and secondly, they had been exposed to a life that was even worse than it is now.

In Han Cheng's opinion, such a very laborious way of shoulder-to-shoulder carrying is already very rare in their opinion!

"The gentleman said: You can't learn. Green, taken from blue, and green from blue; Ice, water for it, and cold for water.

The wooden straight middle rope, the light is thought to be the wheel, and its curve is in the rules. Although there is violence, those who do not stand up will be allowed to make it ...... Therefore, if you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles......"

Looking at the smoke-emitting brick kilns and the people in the tribe carrying bricks back and forth with their burdens in sweat, Han Cheng recited an excerpt from Xunzi's famous article "Persuasion" with his hands behind his back.

It's not to pour chicken soup on yourself to cheer up, nor is it to encourage the tribesmen to persevere, if you continue like this, the light will definitely belong to you, and the blue brick and tiled houses will definitely appear.

After all, even if it is the best stone in the tribe to learn Chinese, after hearing this passage from the mouth of the god son on the side, he is also confused.

If you can't understand it, you won't be able to wake up and educate the world.

The reason why he suddenly read the same famous article is because he wants to build a car!

The most critical method for manufacturing wheels has been given by Master Xun in "Persuasion".

The people of the Qingque tribe also used a similar method to make wooden forks with an overall arc of more than 270 degrees.

At this time, with the advent of iron tools, it should not be much of a problem to spend a little more effort to get out the wheels.

After solving the key technical problem of wheels, the rest can basically be explored.

Four-wheeled cars and three-wheeled motorcycles with buckets Han Cheng didn't have the ability to make them, and it shouldn't be a problem to get the red-faced Guan Gong pushing a wheelbarrow selling dates.

Han Cheng clenched his fists like this, thinking with fighting spirit, and then couldn't help but let the red-faced old man Guan sell dates, and Lao Luo was really narrow.

Han Cheng didn't have to do it himself, he told him to burn the fire that was about to burn out of the occupational disease when he often burned the fire, and then turned around and returned to the tribe.

Lame was a man who could not be idle, and after he had nothing big to make, he was there to make the windows of the large tiled houses that had not yet been built.

"Lame, take a break and tell you something more interesting."

Han Cheng glanced at the bees that were busy coming in and out, came to the front of the lame, and said loudly.

"Something interesting?"

Limp came the spirit.

When a person has a sense of accomplishment in a certain field, he will become more immersed in it and want to do something more challenging.

Carpentry is also a job that can make people obsessed, such as Chongzhen's brother, the emperor who is obsessed with carpentry, and then the current lame.

(There are a lot of flaws in the writing, and the subscription of this paragraph is also relatively sluggish, thank you for the tolerance and non-abandonment of the book friends, and have been giving encouragement and support, thank you, thank you!) I can't guarantee how wonderful the writing will be, but I will definitely write with my heart, from the promise of an old street writer)