Chen Mo, who has been at home for several years, only knows how to lay the foundation, but he really doesn't know how to do it.

If there was a computer, Chen Mo could still spend his mother, but now there is no computer, and searching from memory is completely empty talk.

Chen Mo walked around the same place, carefully recalling some of the steps taken in his hometown to build a new house: digging pits, laying steel bars, pouring concrete or cement, and then building a house after drying. It's as simple as that, whoosh a thief!

But in primitive societies, there was no steel bar, no concrete cement, how to make a foundation?

"Chief, what is the foundation?" Xiao saw Chen Mo walking around on the side, and saw that he was upset, so he came over to ask.

"The foundation is to dig pits, insert rebar, pour cement, and build houses on top of them after they have dried. Chen Mo explained the meaning of the foundation in a slightly general way.

"What is a steel bar? We all know cement, there is water in the river, and there is mud under our feet! Cement is easy to handle. Jing saw that Chen Mo finished speaking, and took over the conversation: "Chief, but where are we going to get steel bars?"

"I want to know where to get steel bars, I won't have such a headache, it's so troublesome to build a house!" Chen Mo squatted down, looking at the bone spear in the distance and said wistfully.

"But, Chief, didn't you just say that you were going to build a wall, why are you going to build a house again?" Jing looked dazed.

"Yes, I'm going to build a city wall, no, it's a courtyard wall, and it's not a big building, do you need a foundation?" Chen Mo asked with a smile as he looked at the squatting down with him.

"Yes, no, right? What is the foundation? Chief, you've been talking for a long time, and we don't know what the foundation is!" Xiao was a little shy when Chen Mo looked at him, and took a small step back and said.

"The foundation is to harden the ground to prevent the built house or wall from collapsing into it. Chen Mo had no choice but to illuminate his primitive people again.

"Chief, this is easy to do, why don't you just step on the ground and put on the stones!" said Jing who felt experienced in herself.

"That's right, can this work?" Chen Mo looked at Jing and asked himself.

"Chief, I don't know if I'll be able to do it, why don't we give it a try? Let's step on the ground first!" and that's it......" Jing stood up and stomped her foot hard: bang, bang, bang.

"If that's the case, even if you step on your legs, the ground won't be tamped, that, laugh, let's go back to the tribe and find something, let Jing step on the ground here." Chen Mo stood up, turned around and walked towards the tribe, leaving Jing and his team to step on the ground in place.

It should be possible to tamp the ground and pave the stones, otherwise how would those palaces be built in the feudal slave era? There was no steel and cement at that time.

Then ram the ground vigorously, and then lay the stones after ramming! I just want to build a courtyard wall, build a fence, and the foundation is about the same as a little meter. The main thing is that it is not far from the river, and the soil is definitely loose.

"If one day you pee on a wall and accidentally knock down a wall, that's not good. Chen Mo thought to himself.

"Chief, what are we going back for? Aren't you going to lay the foundation? Go back to the tribe to lay the foundation?" Chen Mo walked quickly in front, and asked while chasing after him with a smile.

"Go back and find a tool to try if the rammed earth can work, first tamp the soil before laying a good foundation!" Chen Mo looked back at the trotting smile: "You hurry up, we still have a lot of things to do when we go back." ”

"Chief, you're a little smaller, I can't keep up. He said with a smile and a big breath.

Now Xiao can be said to be fifteen years old, with his father, less than 1.6 meters, Chen Mo is also 1.7 meters old, and he is still a long-legged Oba, so he walks in a hurry.

Chen Mo had no choice but to slow down and return to the tribe with Xiao.

As soon as he returned to the tribe, Chen Mo looked around for something that could be used as a strike, and after looking for a long time, he didn't find a suitable thing that could be used as a rammer, so he had to make one himself, the easiest thing was to make a wooden hammer out of wood!

Chen Mo saw that Coarse was sitting at the door of the room and smirking, muttering something in his mouth, Chen Mo quietly walked over.

"The baby is so good-looking when she laughs, it's so good-looking, like him Eminem, but there are more places like me, such as Xiao Dingding, my mother-in-law doesn't have ......" I didn't notice that Chen Mo walked up to him, and still muttered stupidly.

"Hey, big boss, what are you muttering?" Chen Mo patted his thick shoulder, and was startled when he was concentrating on muttering on his cheeks.

"Oh, chief, it's nothing, it's okay, I'm thinking about where my baby is like me except for Tintin. Grinning.

"One nose, two eyes, two ears and one mouth!" Chen Mo replied helplessly.

"Yes, yes, these are the same as me, I have a nose, a mouth, two eyes and ears!" said he clapped his hands excitedly.

"......" Chen Mo couldn't bear to flirt with the roughness of becoming a new father again, so he had to tell the truth: "Go, follow me to sawing trees!"

Although the tribe did not have an axe, Chen Mo and Pi studied for a long time before they made a sharp and hard pottery saw, and the tribe had a lot of wood stored through the pottery saw, but it was not too thick, and a few of it could barely be used as rammers.

Chen Mo and Coarse smiled and made a few mallets with a diameter of 30 centimeters, and carried a few pieces of wood to the basin, and Coarse was named the first strong man of the primitive tribe by Chen Mo, so he kept it and wasted it.

The tribesmen of the basin were resting on the ground rubbing their legs, and the place where they stamped their feet was barely changed. Compete with the ground with human feet, or the ground is better.

Chen Mo raised the wooden hammer and smashed it to the ground, and a small pit appeared on the ground. Chen Mo kept smashing to the side again, and a small depression appeared around him.

Chen Mo bent down and picked it with his hand, it was very strong, and only a small piece of mud was picked off. Chen Mo stood up and continued to hammer with a wooden mallet. When the ground was smashed down close to a dozen centimeters, it couldn't be smashed Chen Mo bent down and picked the ground again, this time he couldn't move.

There was no soap in the primitive society, so Chen Mo could bend over with confidence, bend as much as he wanted, and bend in a spiral rotation. Unlike in the afterlife, bathing in a large bathhouse was done with shower gel, as long as one person entered the bathhouse with soap, countless pairs of eyes stared at him.

Anyway, I didn't bring soap, and I didn't bring shower gel, so I rubbed it all with my hands!

Seeing Chen Mo bending over and picking the ground, the people of the tribe instantly surrounded him, staring at Chen Mo with straight eyes, and Chen Mo was startled when he turned around.

"Chief, if you don't lose the son of the gods, you are powerful!" Jing walked over with a limp and slapped Chen Mo's ass.

Chen Mo ignored Jing's sycophancy, and directly handed the hammer to Jing: "Here, it's time to perform real skills!"

"Captain Jingjing, on standby!" Jing took the gavel and waited for Chen Mo to give the task.

"We're waiting here, laugh, you go back and call a dozen people over with tools that can be excavated!"

"Rough, you take a few people to the back mountain to collect stones for me, which kind of stones I got back one by one, which ones are very hard!

"Today, I'm going to build the first foundation of primitive society!"