It turns out that stories are always more engaging than mere preaching, not only for modern people, but also for primitive people.

The people who were originally excited to listen to the Cowherd and Weaver Girl were quickly extinguished and became drowsy after encountering the complicated and difficult calendar.

Han Cheng patted the stones with half a bright moon in his eyes, and motioned him not to think about it anymore, go back to sleep first, and then continue to observe the record tomorrow.

Everyone dispersed one after another, and through the moonlight spread on the ground, through two doors, they entered the room one after another to rest on the kang.

Some people who are in good spirits look at the stars in the sky through the window that has not put down the rolled animal skin, and want to find the two stars of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

It's a pity that after the moon came out, many stars were hidden, and the windows were small, so you could only see a small night sky and a few scattered stars.

The people who had been hypnotized by the Son of God with an incomprehensible calendar before, after entering the house from the outside, the drowsiness disappeared all of a sudden, and the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that I had heard twice before came to mind again.

Some people are looking at the night sky, while others are lying on the kang and hugging each other to discuss this wonderful story, relishing, interested, and unwilling to sleep.

It is conceivable that in the future, the Qingque tribe will be in the 'Cowherd and Weaver Girl' fever, and there will be many more 'wise men' who look up at the stars when they have nothing to do.

It's a pity that no paper has been born in the Qingque tribe now, and everyone has not developed the habit of writing, otherwise there will definitely be a situation of 'Qingque paper is expensive'.

Unlike ordinary people, it is not the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl who appear most often in the heart of the stone, but the cow that can only speak and put on its skin and can fly to the sky, as well as the four seasons and different shapes of the moon.

The cow could not be found now, but the moon could be seen at any time, and he had never looked forward to the next long night as he did now.

He had developed a great interest in what the Son of God had said today.

Ever since he became the next witch and came into contact with the mysterious 'god' who never communicated with him, the number of times and the time Stone looked up at the sky has gradually increased.

For that is where the gods dwell, and where the Son of God came.

It's a pity that after watching it for a long time, he only saw the vastness, nothingness, ethereal, and mysterious, which he could feel but couldn't express.

It made him very uncomfortable.

Tonight, the words of the Son of God made him very encouraged, and he suddenly had a way to start with something that he couldn't get his hands on, one was a cow, and the other was to observe and record the moon.

Although he had wondered why the moon rose and set, and why it was full and waning, he had never thought about doing anything in the past, but now with the prompting of the Son of God, it was completely different.

The moon is also a heavenly thing, and it is said that it has existed a long, long time ago, just like the gods.

He was too stupid, no matter how the witch taught, he just couldn't communicate with the gods, which made the stone very painful.

Not now, the gods can't see or touch it, but they can see the moon in the sky with the gods, and if you study the moon thoroughly, you may be able to communicate with the gods......

He looked through the window at the half-bent moon that had shifted a lot, thinking distractedly, his two little fists clenched tightly......

Han Cheng didn't know the idea of the stone, and if he knew, he would definitely sigh that this little primitive man actually coincided with the propaganda method of a later generation surnamed Wang.

Of course, there is a big difference between the two in terms of ambition and approach.

Han Cheng hadn't fallen asleep yet, he wasn't intoxicated by the primitive version of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl like everyone else, but was worried about Fu Jiang.

In a three-room independent house, he was the only one who lived, and it seemed a little deserted.

Wu still refused to move in, and Han Cheng was also a little worried about this.

Not long ago, when he sent Wu into the cave, Han Cheng felt the coldness inside.

Because the people had moved out of the cave and there was no fire, it was much colder inside than before.

It's time to find a way to get this old man out and live in a tiled house, otherwise if a bad one freezes out of the cave, things will be in trouble.

Hole***, a little light like a bean, Wu who took off his straw shoes, half of his body got into the thick fur.

The fur is soft and thick, and it is made of nitrate from the skin that has been exchanged from the outside.

Wu half lay here, his hands on the fur and caressing unconsciously, some cloudy old eyes looked at this light, carefully thinking about what he learned from the mouth of the god son tonight, the more he thought about it, the more wonderful he felt, it turned out that outside their tribe, there were so many things, and the days that he lived every day could also be divided by years, months and days.

If you give each day a name, then when you hold a joy party in the future, can you not use the joy grass as a token, but only remember the name of that day?

He thought so intently that he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly looked at the fire.

I found that there was a small pit in the crushed and rubbed rope grass inserted under the firelight, and there was some liquid like water in the pit, so I hurriedly patted my head, and secretly said why I forgot to put out the 'lamp' first, and now I wasted a lot of delicious oil!

Thinking so, he hurriedly leaned over and blew out the fire.

The lamp was made by Miko, and the structure is very simple.

In a small pottery bowl, a rope made of crushed and twisted rope is put into the bowl, and then the boiled animal fat is scooped into it with a spoon, and the string made of rope is soaked in grease before it can be lit.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, including Wu, felt that this move was a bit wasteful, after all, fat was a rare delicacy, and it was a pity to ignite it like this.

It is precisely because of this that most people do not use what the Son of God made and called lamps.

One is reluctant, the other is that there is no great need, after all, since they were born, what they have experienced is a life of sunset, and the third is that the light of this lamp is too small, it is better to use firewood.

Wu used it a few times, I think it's not bad, this lamp can be moved back and forth with your hands, not like the fire, you need to add firewood to it from time to time, it is much more convenient, but it is distressing to burn oil......

Han Cheng also has a lamp of the same style here, and he doesn't use it often, not because he is reluctant to use lamp oil like a witch, but because he doesn't have a lighter or matches, he doesn't want to do it at night, so once the light is extinguished at night, he won't light it again, and the rest of the things are basically done in the dark.

Another is that the wick is not good, the wick made of loose rope grass is not resistant to burning, and the fire is still small, which is far less easy to use than the wick made of cotton thread.

However, thinking back on the origin of cotton, Han Cheng snorted, thinking that it was better not to think about this anymore, if you have the kung fu to think about cotton, it is better to think about how to find out the hemp reliably.

After thinking about it like this, Han Cheng also fell asleep in a daze.

After sleeping for a while, he vaguely heard the door ringing, Han Cheng woke up from his dream, and had the experience of dreaming about Fu Jiang coming back the last time, so this time he didn't rush out directly like last time, but waited quietly with some expectations.

There was no sound around, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether the sound was heard in a dream or if it was actually happening.

Han Cheng waited for a while, sighed lightly, closed his eyes again and fell asleep, drowsiness had just hit, and there was another knock on the door, and the sound was quite loud, and the force was not small......

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