61 Only fools go and build houses

The temptation of food is powerful and insane. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the women who were still looking for fungi in the woods learned about the situation by the stream, they dropped the colorful mushrooms in their hands and ran to the stream.

The stream, which was no more than two feet wide, was instantly overcrowded.

One by one, the women who only covered one ** with animal skins stripped themselves naked in a short time, took over the work of the original two dozen people, and filled the stream.

Fish don't have as many as their feet.

After seeing this crowded scene, the elder decisively ordered them to go downstream to build a dam and use the same method to fish.

Unfortunately, not everywhere is suitable for damming.

Although the lower reaches of the creek are wider, the current is also more anxious. Often, before the next stone is built, the previous stone has already been carried away by the rushing stream.

Hou Ping'an persuaded them to go to a more gentle place to try, but these women who lived to eat couldn't listen to his advice at all.

In their small minds, there is a simple truth, the bigger the place, the more food. The creek, the area where the water flows most rapidly, is definitely the place where the most fish are located.

Hou Ping'an could only stand on the shore and watch them fail again and again. How can a river close to four feet be stopped with stones alone?

There were also a few stupid-looking women who followed Hou Ping'an's advice. Take the simple frame they made out of vines and walk upstream. They always felt that Hou Ping'an, a man, should be smarter than the elders, and it should not be wrong to listen to him.

There are fish in the water, beasts in the forest, and birds in the trees, this is a truth that everyone knows. The fish in the water are now being fished, the beasts of the forest, and the warriors of the tribe are also catching. All that's left is the birds in the trees. But the bird can fly, it doesn't squat in the nest stupidly waiting for you to catch it, but the eggs do.

Hou Ping'an found several people who could climb trees and told them to dig out the bird's nest.

But...... No one moved.

The fish can be eaten when it is cooked, the eggs are so fishy, who eats them, and the eggs are so small, a nest is not enough for a three-year-old doll.

But under the double pressure of Hou Ping'an and the elders, there were still more than a dozen women, reluctantly looking at the women fishing in the stream, while slowly walking towards the forest.

Everything is moving in the direction that Chaohou Ping'an envisioned, and the rest is a matter of salt. Although there are many black fans nearby, after all, his salt content is still very low, and there are so many people in the tribe, how many black fans have to be found. So you can only find salt mines or salt wells.

There are many salt wells in Shu, but there are few in southern Xinjiang, and even if there are, they are occupied by large tribes, and salt mines have become the only choice.

However, Hou Ping'an's chemical knowledge is so poor that he can't tell which salt mines are toxic and which are not. But fortunately, the problem that stumped him did not stump this hunter of the tribe. They often track the deer, knowing that when they have eaten their fill, they find stones to lick, which are a type of salt mine.

Early this morning, Hou Ping'an found a few people and asked them to find this kind of stone and bring it back, no matter how big or small. Now, the first people looking for salt have returned.

Naturally, the salt-rich stones cannot be eaten directly, and it is impossible for the tribesmen to come and lick them after eating, just like the elk.

But how to make salt, Hou Ping'an didn't know at all, he could only try several possible methods in his heart.

The first is to boil the stone in water and then dry the boiled water. But it doesn't seem to work.

The second is to boil the stones with the food, but the cooking tastes so strange that you can't eat it at all.

The third type, and the last one Hou Ping'an can think of at present, is to break up the stones and grind them into powder, then boil them in water, and then dry them.

Although the taste of salt is still not good, it is still edible.

In this way, this kind of thing in the Central Plains, no one will look at it, but it is regarded as a miracle by the tribesmen. They all knelt down and worshiped Hou Ping'an like worshipping gods.

When the sunset hung on the treetops, and the hunters came back to know everything that happened today, their eyes at Hou Ping'an were finally no longer so cold.

Although Hou Ping'an didn't know how Hou Li solved the problem of food when he was there. But seeing the expressions on their faces today, Hou Ping'an was very sure that he would definitely do better than Hou Li.

As long as you do better than your predecessor, that's enough.

According to the current arrangement, there will not be too much shortage of food in a short period of time. Then you should be able to build a house in a few days.

The house envisioned by Hou Ping'an will naturally not be like a log cabin.

He has to design a whole drainage system, or he will go crazy sooner or later by living in a pile of and urine all day. There is also a shower system, a kitchen, and many, many more, what Hou Ping'an has in Houjia Village, he wants to copy another one here.

For these people who often don't have enough to eat, suddenly having an endless amount of food can often lead to overeating. Although Hou Ping'an explained to the elders and asked them to pay attention as much as possible, there were still many people who fell ill that night because they had eaten too much, and the most serious one didn't know how much they had eaten, and they actually died.

Sure enough, there is still a risk for the poor to get rich.

Building a house is a technical job, and tools are important. Originally, Hou Ping'an thought that many tools needed to be made first, but he didn't expect that there were ready-made ones in the tribe.

There are all kinds of saws and planers, and they don't look worse than Da Zhou's.

Hou Ping'an asked the reason, and the elder told him that the rat tribe was the most powerful tribe in southern Xinjiang for iron smelting. He was also very proud to say to Hou Ping'an how popular the weapons they created were with the tribesmen of southern Xinjiang.

Hou Ping'an was very speechless when he said this, with such a craft in hand, the rat clan was still so poor, it was enough. However, Hou Ping'an has been here for several days, so why haven't he seen a furnace for striking iron?

The elder didn't say anything, and Hou Ping'an didn't ask anymore, it was obvious that people didn't trust him enough. But fortunately, when Hou Ping'an needed any iron tools, they were able to provide them in time, which was enough in a short time.

Hou Ping'an chose the vacant land from the swamp to conduct the experiment, but instead of building a house, he built a brick kiln first.

Although it is unrealistic to build a house with bricks without cement, it is still very practical to use it to lay foundations and make drainage canals.

It's just that those rat people who just ate enough yesterday are not interested in building a house at all. For them, a place to lie down is a house, so why bother building it?

Dig a hole directly, divide it with a plank, spread some hay, and cover it with a plank, isn't this a house?

If you build a small wooden house, you have to worry about wind and rain leakage, snakes, insects, rats and ants, how troublesome!

Fools go to build houses.