The morning breeze blows, and dewdrops drip on the leaves.

From time to time, some birds can be heard in the distance, which sounds very pleasant.

But they were basically drowned out by the bright and powerful crow of the big rooster in the tribe.

Han Cheng sat under the gourd vines of the tribe, feeling the freshness and tranquility of the early morning.

After staring blankly for a while, he shook his head, stopped staring blankly, and started thinking about things in his mind.

Yesterday, many questions were raised in the tribe regarding sailing.

The problem of the weather vane has been solved by him.

As for the other problems, some were because the sailors themselves were not skilled enough in operating the ship.

Sometimes the sails may not be reasonable enough and the sailboat needs to be adjusted. Generally speaking, these things are not particularly difficult. With more experiments and adjustments, you will always be able to figure out slowly what wind direction, what kind of wind, how high the sails should be raised, and what shape the hull should maintain to achieve the best sailing effect.

It requires a long period of accumulation and running-in.

But there is a problem that is troubling.

This problem is the problem of ship steering.

This is a rigid condition and we need to come up with a new solution to it.

Otherwise, relying solely on the tribe's existing method of steering with oars would not work, even if the sailors coordinated well and mastered the technique.

The two tools commonly used in the tribe, poles and oars, have been proven to be unsuitable. We need to find a new method that is different from these two methods but better than these two methods to solve this problem.

Ever since this question was raised yesterday, it has stumped everyone in the tribe.

Even Han Cheng is the same.

Until now, I haven't thought of a suitable way to solve this problem.

He, a man who had no professional knowledge in shipbuilding and could not even be considered a novice, was once again stumped by this.

After sitting here and thinking for a long time, Han Cheng was still confused.

At this time, a red sun has risen from the east, the red light is bright but not dazzling.

However, this state could not last long. After a short while, the red light disappeared and turned into a dazzling presence.

Han Cheng also rubbed his head and sat up from the bed.

Looking at Little Pea who was still sleeping soundly, as well as Little Xing'er and Little Yellow Bean who were sleeping soundly on the other bed, Han Cheng covered them with a linen sheet before officially getting up.

At this time, the tribe's army of harvesters had already started going to the fields.

Those who go early and have quick hands can almost harvest the whole round.

As the son of God of the tribe, Han Cheng can naturally do as he pleases. As long as he wants, he doesn't have to get up early and go to bed late.

This is the benefit of becoming a big boss.

From yesterday till now, he has been thinking about the ship's turning, but there has been no result so far.

Under such circumstances, Han Cheng no longer had the mood to harvest the crops.

There are so many people in the tribe, so it won't be a problem if I'm not the only one harvesting the crops.

After washing up, he didn't even use a towel to wipe his face. He just walked out of the tribe with water droplets all over his face.

He wanted to change his environment and mood to continue thinking about this matter, so as to avoid getting into a dead end.

As soon as I walked out of the tribe and walked a short distance forward, I could already smell the unique fragrance of lotus.

Plant water chestnuts deep and rice shallowly, and plant lotus neither too deep nor too shallow.

Such a poetic scene has not yet been realized by the Qingque tribe.

This is mainly because there are no water chestnuts in the tribe now.

But more than half of it has been achieved.

After all, the tribe now has lotus and rice.

And they have all been planted.

Han Cheng smelled the fragrance and turned around to see the lotus pond full of lush green leaves.

Without any hesitation or pause, he walked towards that direction.

Carrying a night's worth of grace, the lotus leaves appear to have a layer of hazy white, which makes the lotus leaves look different from the green in the daytime, with a little more verdancy.

On some lotus leaves, I don’t know if it was because they were shaken by the wind, or because they carried too much rain and dew, but a pool of water like pearls gathered in the center of the lotus leaves.

Among the layers of lotus leaves, there are blooming lotus flowers, as well as lotus buds of varying sizes and depths.

There are also lotus pods of various sizes that are already full or still growing.

All of these things were covered with morning dew, making them look like a beauty who had just come out of the bath and had not had time to wipe the water droplets off her body.

Of course, there are some other things besides these.

Just like the fish that quietly float to the surface of the water and stay close to the shore under the layers of lotus leaves in the quiet of the early morning.

I don’t know if it’s because it has been kept in the pond for too long, or if it’s because it has lived here since birth.

This fish, which is about as long as chopsticks, is not afraid of people. Even when it sees Han Cheng coming, it still stays here quietly.

“Crash~”

This motionless fish, seemingly asleep, suddenly swung its tail, splashing some waves and leaving some bubbles, then turned decisively and quickly and dived into the depths of the pond, disappearing.

Han Dashenzi, who had just made the judgment of raising a mature one in his mind, couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

These days, even a fish is so disrespectful and unwilling to cooperate with the performance.

Complaining in his heart, Han Cheng was suddenly stunned, staring at the water surface to look for the fish that had disappeared.

In his mind, the scene of the fish turning around and diving away very swiftly kept flashing.

There seemed to be some inspiration flashing in my mind, and some very important things were about to come out, but there was always something missing.

Fish live in water. They look extremely flexible when turning in the water. They just swing their tails and it is done very skillfully.

The tail wags...

Tail……

Han Cheng tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart, and kept thinking at high speed while grasping the inspiration.

If the boat is also equipped with a tail, will it be able to turn in the water very flexibly?

Even if it's not as flexible as a fish, it's still useful enough!

When this idea appeared in Han Cheng's mind, Han Cheng couldn't help but become excited.

Because he felt that he had found the key thing and could solve the problem!

After thinking like this excitedly for a while, the excitement on Han Cheng's face gradually solidified, and his expression began to become extremely complex and exciting.

After this went on for a while, Han Cheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead a few times.

Very upset.

Han Cheng was indeed upset.

Because not long after he learned from the tail of a fish the idea of ​​equipping a boat with a tail to help it turn, he used this inspiration to think of some other things.

This thing is called a rudder!

Something specifically used to control the direction of a ship.

In later generations, machine-driven ships basically use rudders or similar things developed from rudders to control the direction of the ship!

However, such a thing, something that has already been used very skillfully by later generations, he had never thought of it before!

On this matter, Han Cheng's thinking fell into a misunderstanding.

Rather than saying it was a misunderstanding, it would be more accurate to say that his life experience limited his imagination.

As for boats, the ones that impressed Han Cheng the most and that he had the most contact with were the small boats with double oars that shuttled back and forth on the rivers in his hometown in later generations and were used to ferry people.

In the summer and autumn of some years, you can also meet some people who pay to rent such boats, and go all the way down from the upstream, passing through the river section of their village, and heading to the reservoir area downstream to look for their relatives who were washed away by the flood while fishing or doing other things during rainy days.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that one of Han Cheng's cousins ​​was fishing with some people from the village at night. He felt that the net was particularly heavy and thought he had caught a big fish. He was overjoyed, and then he pulled out a dead body stuck in the net...

Han Cheng's thoughts were a little scattered.

He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts back on the boat.

The boats I came into contact with when I was a child were rowed by hand. Whether moving forward, backward, or turning, it was all done with two oars.

The rudder is never used, so there is no rudder on it.

Later, Han Cheng took two yachts, the kind that are located in scenic spots with lakes as their tourist attractions.

But it was useless because he was always sitting in his seat or standing there and never entered the cockpit...

This is also the main reason why he waited until he saw the tail of the fish and thought deeply for a while before he suddenly remembered the rudder.

After a while, Han Cheng finally regained some of his composure.

He no longer dwelled on this matter, but instead focused all his attention on the rudder.

After staying here for a while, Han Cheng turned and headed towards the tribe, going straight to the carpenter's room.

His face was filled with joy and excitement.

This is certainly not because he will immediately be able to reap the same wave of shock from Bo and others, but because this problem will be solved immediately, and the sailboat of his tribe will soon become more perfect.

Things like this can make people feel very excited just by thinking about them.

Han Cheng hurriedly arrived at the carpenter's room. When he was about to enter the courtyard of the carpenter's room, he stopped.

He stood here, tugged at his clothes a few times with his hands, and then adjusted his expression very seriously.

He suppressed all the excitement on his face and made sure that his expression and state had become calm. Then he walked into the courtyard of the carpenter's room with a leisurely pace, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Son of God."

"Son of God."

At this time, all the carpenters who needed work had gathered here and had been working here for quite a while.

Seeing Han Cheng, the leader of the tribe, coming over, everyone greeted them.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded to them one by one and continued walking inside.

When he just walked in, Han Cheng had already seen Lame.

Bo was sitting on the chair with a backrest at the innermost corner, looking like he was thinking about something.

The lame legs and feet have been injured, and not only has the lameness been left, but the injured areas are also prone to pain.

Bo is no longer young now, and he has a workaholic spirit. Over the years, he has been working diligently and restlessly to be at the forefront of the tribe's carpentry and weaving skills. Under the guidance of Han Cheng, the son of God, he has created three schools in the tribe by himself.

During this process, although Bo did produce many things that were worthy of praise, he also did not give nothing.

His body has declined a lot compared to before.

That's why I often sit on a chair with a backrest.

Bo, who was thinking seriously about something, seemed to hear some noise at this time. He turned his head and saw Han Cheng coming over. He was stunned and quickly stood up from his seat.

Even though he has become a big boss in the tribe, and the Son of God has told him more than once that he doesn't need to do this, Lame is still stubborn.

Han Cheng had long been accustomed to Bo's behavior. He knew that this guy would listen to him and continue to do as he pleased, so Han Cheng was too lazy to say anything and just asked Bo to sit down.

I also sat on another chair.

He knew that if he didn't sit down, Lame wouldn't sit down either.

"Regarding the steering of the sailboat, do you have any ideas? Have you made any breakthroughs?"

Han Cheng smiled and asked Bo and the others who participated in the shipbuilding and gathered around him when they saw him coming.

When Han Cheng asked this question, everyone present looked at each other and shook their heads.

Even the lame man sitting on the chair is the same.

This question was so difficult that they had absolutely no idea what to do.

After everyone shook their heads, they turned to look at the Son of God with anticipation.

After seeing everyone's gaze, Han Cheng cleared his throat slightly, and then said: "I do have an idea, it should work..."

The people staring at him couldn't help but reveal expressions of surprise, joy, and amazement.

The Son of God is the Son of God. Such a difficult problem has been solved so quickly!

Moreover, the Son of God is not specialized in carpentry, which is really amazing and makes people admire him!

…

The wind was blowing gently, and the leaves of the trees in the courtyard of the carpenter's office were swaying gently, making a rustling sound.

Everyone in the carpenter's room gathered together, looking at a basin with half a basin of water and a fish in it...