"Tell them that the road cannot be repaired in winter, 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 meals, and they mine ore. After completing a certain amount of ore, they can exchange it for a certain amount of food, salt or pottery from our tribe, just like building roads. "

Han Cheng said to Mao with a smile.

Han Cheng had already made plans for the future of the Feng Tribe and the neighboring Feng Tribe.

The best result is slow assimilation and absorption.

If assimilation cannot be achieved in a short period of time, then find ways to prolong the time these people are in contact with your tribe and continue to assimilate them. If you persist in doing so, you will eventually absorb them.

Moreover, in the process of assimilation, one's own tribe will not suffer any loss.

For example, the method Han Cheng is now proposing to Mao Chu.

Han Cheng had thought of this idea long before he started to think about how to deal with the two tribes that had run into him, and it was just the right time to use it now.

It allows these people to continue to stay in their own tribe, working and being assimilated into their own tribe, while also taking into account their feelings that are difficult to part with their old tribe for a while.

"After we get to the Tongshan residential area, tell Junior Brother Sha that when these people start mining, we should build some dome houses for them to live in."

After Han Cheng thought about it, he spoke to Mao.

The reason for this explanation is that Han Cheng wanted to artificially create some differences in the Tongshan residential area.

There are no windows on the dome-shaped semi-cavern houses. Also, because they are semi-cavern houses, they are naturally not as comfortable to live in as the houses of the Green Bird Tribe that are completely on the ground.

What Han Cheng wanted to take advantage of was this discomfort. His purpose was to make the people of the Feng tribe and the neighboring Feng tribe develop some yearning due to this gap.

If the living standards of those who are still "hired workers" are directly raised to the same level as the citizens of the Green Bird Tribe, it will become more difficult to absorb them into their own tribe.

The reason is simple. When they are hired workers, they are treated no differently from citizens. So why do they want to go one step further and become citizens of the Qingque tribe? Isn't it better to continue being hired workers?

Now these people have been living in the wilderness far away from their tribes and have not thought much about the semi-cave houses they live in now. However, when they live in the Tongshan residential area and compare the houses with those of the Qingque tribe, they will gradually have some different ideas.

It is true that there is no harm without comparison. However, in addition to the harm, comparison can also make people more motivated and unwilling to settle for the status quo.

People always strive for higher goals. When they see that there are better things around them and are sure that they can get these better things as long as they work hard, most people are still willing to give it a try.

In addition to the houses they live in, the tools they use and the food they eat should all be different to a certain extent, so that the advantages of joining the Green Bird Tribe and becoming a citizen of the Green Bird Tribe can be better highlighted...

After careful thought, Han Cheng told Mao some other things that needed attention.

And so, the next day, the trading team that had just returned set out again and headed for the Tongshan residential area.

"Green Bird Flag! Green Bird Flag!"

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

When the old primitive people saw the green bird flag fluttering in the wind among the falling leaves, and Mao smiling under the green bird flag, they also smiled immediately, and their worries were reduced a lot.

They returned so soon and looked very happy. It is very likely that the wise Son of God has come up with a solution to the current predicament!

Led by the old primitive man, everyone couldn't wait to go towards Mao and his group.

"The Son of God has figured out a way!"

Before the old primitive people came over, Mao, with a smile on his face, shouted loudly,

When they heard these words, the tense hearts of the people suddenly relaxed.

"Mao, quickly tell me the Son of God's method!"

After the two groups gathered together, someone immediately started asking questions impatiently, and the others also looked at Mao and his friends eagerly, expecting Mao to come up with a solution that the wise Son of God would come up with.

"The Son of God said that we can mine in winter..."

Mao didn't keep anyone in suspense and started talking with a smile.

After Mao told him the method Han Cheng had given him, there was immediately a burst of cheers filled with excitement and joy. The cheers were even more exciting than when Mao and his friends came here with sheep and fruit candies not long ago.

This excitement continued until Mao, Shang and the trading team left here and headed for the Tongshan residential area.

The Son of God is so wise and so kind!

You can think of such a good idea!

In order to let himself and others know this method earlier and feel relieved sooner, Mao and others were sent out by the Son of God as soon as they returned to the tribe.

As night fell, lying in the dome-shaped semi-cave house, the old primitive man of the Wind Tribe was filled with excitement and his reverence for the Son of God reached a new level.

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

“Because we want to stay, the Son of God came up with this idea. Although this idea is very good, the Son of God and his men will lose a lot because of it.

Salt, pottery, food - these are all extremely precious. No one else except the Son of God and this kind-hearted tribe would be willing to give so many things to solve our problems!

We must all keep this in mind!"

The excited old primitive man conveyed this message to the people of his tribe and the Linfeng tribe using a language mixed with Mandarin and some gestures.

Originally, most people only felt a relatively superficial level of love from the Son of God.

Now, seeing the old primitive man's excited expression, everyone thought along the old primitive man's line of thought and suddenly felt that what the old primitive man said was very right. At the same time, they also felt the Son of God's deeper care and love.

What the old primitive man said was absolutely right. Apart from the Son of God, who else could be so good to them?

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

Some minors even sobbed and cried out loudly.

Crying is also a kind of emotion that can be contagious. Affected by the crying, many of the other people who were already emotionally aroused could not help crying out loud, and the old primitive man was also wiping away tears.

So, later on, this temporary shed was filled with crying, and people thought something very heartbreaking had happened.

This kind of crying continued for a long time before it gradually became smaller and finally disappeared.

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 tears.

He closed his eyes and no longer couldn't sleep because of worry like he had in the previous nights.

At this moment, his heart was at peace. He soon fell asleep and began to snore happily.

But even though he had fallen asleep, the faint smile on his face did not fade away...

"Wow~Wow~"

“Ah~!”

The loud cry of a baby rang out in the dark room, followed by a long, weak sigh.

Then, amid the baby's crying, a rustling sound was heard in the room. A moment later, a red light lit up in the room with the sound of blowing, and then a faint flame rose.

Han Cheng took the tinder and brought it close to the bowl, then lit the oil lamp, and the darkness in the room was dispelled.

The little girl was crying loudly with her eyes squinted and her mouth wide open, waving her clenched fists from time to time.

Sister Bai Xue was also awakened by the crying of her little girl. She was now sitting on the kang and gently picked up the little girl.

The saying "a mother's ears are long" is absolutely true. Sister Bai Xue, who has always been sleepy, has become alert when she sleeps at night after giving birth to a little girl.

With the help of Han Cheng, who looked a little sleepy, Bai Xuemei wiped the little girl's butt and put on a new, dry diaper. Then she lay on her side on the kang, took the little girl into her arms, and used her magic weapon to coax the baby. She hummed softly like "Oh~Oh~" and patted the girl gently with her other hand.

After a while, Xiao Xing'er's crying gradually became softer and stopped.

Han Cheng stretched his head to look, and saw that the little girl had fallen asleep. He blew out the light and lay down quietly.

Taking care of a child is no easier than working! Being a nanny is not that easy.

Han Cheng, who hasn't had a good night's sleep since Xiao Xing'er was born, sighed like this.

At this time, Han Cheng still didn't know what had happened to the Feng Tribe and the neighboring Feng Tribe after the old primitive man's divine assistance. If he knew, he would be so happy that he wouldn't know what to say. He wouldn't have the time to lament the difficulty of being a nanny...

The next day, Han Cheng got up and after another round of chatting about family matters, he went to find Heiwa with a piece of paper.

Heiwa was still playing with the mud.

Most people will develop occupational diseases if they do something for a long time. Just like Heiwa now, he feels uncomfortable all over if he doesn't touch mud for a day.

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

"Son of God."

When Heiwa saw Han Cheng coming, he looked up and greeted him with a smile. After noticing that Han Cheng was holding a piece of paper, he immediately dropped the mud in his hands without even having time to wash them. He just came over with an excited look on his face, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper in Han Cheng's hand.

Seeing Heiwa like this, Han Cheng couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Don't stare at it, this is a new thing that needs to be cast."

As he said this, he unfolded the paper in his hand and showed it to Heiwa.

After being pointed out by Han Cheng, Heiwa just chuckled, his eyes still fixed on the paper that Han Cheng was opening in his hand, with an excited look on his face.

Now this guy, like Lame, is almost reaching the point of being lonely at the top of the tribe. He is always thinking about creating something new that has never been done before. In the tribe, the most creative person is the Son of God, who can always come up with something that they can't remember at all and ask them to make it. So as soon as they see Han Cheng coming over with the blueprint, both Lame and Heiwa will subconsciously become excited.

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

One is placed horizontally, one is standing upright, and the other is displayed from behind.

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

As the weather gets colder day by day, autumn becomes more and more intense and winter approaches, Han Cheng begins to prepare for the first winter sports games of the Qingque tribe.

A gong is one of the things you need to prepare.

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

So he thought of the gong, which is as famous as the drum.

The noise of gongs and drums is not for nothing.

Moreover, after the gong was invented, it was not only used in sports events, but could also be used for tribal defense.

With the construction of the tribe's outer wall, the entire tribe was greatly expanded. Due to the large area, the wooden clappers were no longer sufficient.

After all, the bangzi is made of wood. No matter how much strength is used or the wood used is of suitable quality, the sound it produces is limited and is far inferior to that of a gong.

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

Beat the drum to march and sound the horn to retreat. These are the two simplest and easiest to understand commands.

After Han Cheng opened the drawing, Heiwa stared at it without blinking. After he had enjoyed his eyes enough, he quickly ran aside to wash his hands.

He rubbed his hands clean and wiped them dry on his clothes. Then he took the drawing from Han Cheng and looked at it carefully, with a serious expression and immersed in it.

After a while, Hei Wa looked away. Seeing this, Han Cheng began to explain to Hei Wa the function of the gong, how to use it, the effects it could achieve, etc.

It is not possible not to talk about these things. After all, what is drawn on the paper is just a pattern, not the real object. For Heiwa, who has never come into contact with something like a gong before, it is very necessary to understand the effects of the gong.

While Han Cheng and Heiwa were telling their story, Heiwa would occasionally ask about some things he didn't understand, and Han Cheng would try to explain them to Heiwa in as much detail as possible based on his understanding of the gong.

After this went on for half a day, Heiwa stopped asking questions and sat there without saying a word, thinking.

In the afternoon, Heiwa, who had been deep in thought, began to move, mixing the clay himself, and then making a mold for the gong...

When Heiwa started to ponder, Han Cheng quietly left the pottery workshop. He knew that he had basically finished the work on the gong, and the rest was all Heiwa's business.

Han Cheng was not idle either. After coming out of the pottery workshop, he found a small copper saw and went to the bamboo forest with it.

Find suitable bamboos in the bamboo forest, and then cut them neatly from the roots with a copper saw.

Originally, this is not a difficult thing, but if there are two pandas around who will hold on to your legs from time to time, then everything will be a different story.

After a long time and after three bamboos were robbed, Han Cheng finally managed to escape from the bamboo forest carrying a bamboo that was slightly thicker than his thumb.

After returning to the courtyard, I used a copper saw to cut off a piece of about 30 centimeters. I first used tools to open up the bamboo nodes inside and make it as flat as possible. Then I used a ruler to mark a few points on the outside of the bamboo. After that, I found a small hand drill and started drilling at the top point.

However, the hole had not been drilled yet, and Han Cheng stopped with a helpless look on his face.

Unlike wood, bamboo has a clearer texture, which is why it can be broken into thin strips.

But now, it is precisely this characteristic that has caused Han Cheng to get into trouble.

The problem is that when drilling holes in bamboo, some small bamboo strips will inevitably rise up around the hole, making the bamboo uneven.

However, the effect Han Cheng wanted to achieve was that the areas surrounding the holes were flat, and the holes looked like they were drilled in wood.

He replaced two hand drills on the scrapped bamboo tube and tried drilling a few holes. After all the same results, Han Cheng gave up the idea of ​​using the hand drill to drill holes that suited his taste on the bamboo.

After stroking his chin and thinking for a while, Han Cheng found a copper stick of suitable thickness, lit a fire and heated it inside, then took it out and pressed it on the bamboo tube. At the same time, he pressed down with appropriate force and gently turned it.

When the hot copper stick touched the bamboo, green smoke immediately rose up, and after a moment black powder overflowed from it, and the copper stick sank into the bamboo tube.

After a while, the temperature of the copper stick dropped and the progress slowed down. Han Cheng put the copper stick back into the fire. After it was heated, he took it out and aimed it at the small shallow hole burned on the bamboo tube, 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 tube with smooth edges, unlike a hand drill.

Han Cheng showed a look of delight.

He immediately used the copper saw to cut off another bamboo of about 30 centimeters, opened up the remaining two bamboo joints, and left the one near the top of one end.

Then continue to use a ruler to mark it, and after heating the copper stick red, burn holes one by one according to the marks.

"Son of God, what is this?"

Wu came over at some point and watched attentively until Han Cheng had burned all the holes, then he started to ask.

"This is a flute, a bamboo flute. It can produce beautiful sounds."

Han Cheng found a piece of waste linen, squatted there and carefully wiped the black ash at the entrance of the cave bit by bit. After hearing the witch's question, he answered.

"A nice sound? Is it nicer than my sister sitting on the bow?"

Sister Bai Xue, who was holding Xiao Xing'er, came over at some point. After hearing Han Cheng's words, she responded with curiosity.

Han Cheng's face twitched. This silly woman remembered that his sister was sitting at the bow of the boat.

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

Han Cheng said with a smile, and at the same time peeled off a layer of film from the inside of a split bamboo, wet it with a little water and stuck it on the second hole. In this way, a bamboo flute was completely made.

Han Cheng placed one hand inside and the other outside, and pressed the remaining holes with his fingers spread out. He held the bamboo flute horizontally to his mouth, pursed his lips slightly, and tried to blow air into the first hole.

When it comes to playing the flute, Han Cheng is also a dabbler, the kind who changed his career lately.

The reason why they came into contact with this was because a guy in their search and rescue team in later life liked to play the flute.

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

It was an evening, the round and warm sun set on the top of the sand dune, all around was yellow sand, the sky and the earth seemed vast, a flock of birds flapped their wings and flew across the sky. The guy took out his flute, held it across his lips, and sang a song "A Laugh in the Sea" to the sand dunes and the setting sun.

At that time, Han Cheng was stunned by the guy's coquettishness. In that situation, hearing such a song was really touching. Since then, Han Cheng had the idea of ​​learning the flute.

It's a pity that he was sent back to primitive society before he could fully learn the flute. As a result, future generations lost a flute player with unlimited achievements.

After coming here, he was busy with various things, and there was no one around who wanted to show off his flute, so Han Cheng just left it behind.

Now that he had started planning for the sports meet, he remembered musical instruments and began to work on making the flute that he had lost for more than ten years.

Han Cheng is not a professional at making bamboo flutes, and neither is he a professional at playing the flute. When these two unprofessionals come together, no miracle happens, and no negative-to-positive effect is achieved.

Under the expectant gaze of Wu and Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng failed to produce any sound for the first time.

After trying several times, I slowly found the feeling. Intermittent flute sounds began to sound as my fingers moved slightly.

Wu's eyes lit up, this was truly magical, it was just a piece of bamboo with some holes drilled in it, yet it could produce such a beautiful sound!

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

As night falls, a faint moonlight shines down and the wind blows. The bamboo shadows dance outside the window. Han Cheng stands in front of the window, his fingers dancing, and a song "Farewell" flows from his fingertips.

The sound of the flute echoed through the window in the moonlit courtyard. The already quiet courtyard became even quieter after the sound was heard.

The circle that was entangled with the witch suddenly stopped moving. After listening quietly for a while, a quietly flowing river appeared in front of his eyes, and a few fallen red leaves gradually drifted away with the river.

Sister Bai Xue looked at the back of her brother Cheng, her eyes full of little stars.

Han Cheng snorted with pride. He had said long ago that he would become a world-class flute player one day, but that guy always laughed at him for being too frivolous. What about now? Hasn't he successfully stood at the top of the world?

What's more, the instrument used for playing is a not-so-good bamboo flute.

Some wind blew in from the window, lifting the corners of Han Cheng's clothes and making him look even more showy.

This kind of show-off didn't last long, because Xiao Xing'er started crying loudly.

Faced with his daughter's crying, Han Cheng, who was so self-indulgent and showy just now, suddenly lost his composure.

The destructive power of a girl's crying is greater than that of the rogue suona in the musical instrument world.