Han Cheng was not that anxious. He washed it with a basin, then scooped a bowl of boiled water, took it outside, and drank it while watching his senior brothers laying tiles on the roof.
The roof in front has been paved for more than half.
There are also some requirements for laying tiles. They are laid in a row from the bottom to the top of one edge of the house, and then arranged in vertical rows to the other side.
Where the tiles are laid, they are stacked one on top of the other, looking like layers of fish scales.
The eldest brother who was squatting on the roof looked at the small and big heads, then inserted the small head of the black tile in his hand into the big head of the black tile below, and pushed it down slightly with his hand, and the two tiles were locked tightly.
After he finished, he picked up another tile and repeated the same action.
As he moved, four vertical rows of tiles gradually extended from the lower side of the roof to the ridge.
It was uncomfortable to walk back and forth on the roof, so the eldest brother placed them in four rows at a time. This way, the speed could be increased significantly and some effort could be saved.
The tiles placed by the eldest brother all had the concave side facing upwards, and there was a gap of about four centimeters between each adjacent vertical row. Through the gap, you could see the layer of mud on the fence.
Such tiles naturally cannot keep out rain. If you want to shelter from wind and rain, you must go through another process. This process is being done by Junior Brother Sha who is following behind the Senior Brother.
Junior Brother Sha also had a tile in his hand. After looking at the big and small ends, he turned the upside-down tile in his hand over, and then placed it with the big end facing down and the small end facing up in the middle of the two rows of tiles laid out by the two senior brothers.
Because the width of the tile is more than ten centimeters, the gap between the two rows of tiles laid by the eldest brother is only four centimeters. It is easy to cover the gap in the middle by buckling the tiles upwards.
And the two sides of this tile will be placed approximately in the middle of the two rows of tiles.
In this way, no part of the roof will be exposed to the sun.
When the raindrops fall on the tiles that are high in the middle and low on both sides, they will slide down along the slope to the tiles that are pressed down by them and covered by two rows of tiles, with only a width of about four centimeters left and facing up. After gathering together, they will flow down quickly along these small grooves and fall to the eaves like strings of pearls...
Compared with thatched roofs, tiled houses are undoubtedly better at draining water.
As long as the tiles are not broken or slipped downwards, there will be no rain leaks.
Han Cheng looked at the mud roof that was gradually covered by tiles, and a smile appeared on his face. He would soon be able to live in a real house, and he would no longer have to listen to Zhuang and the others humming songs at night!
Wu woke up very early today and couldn't fall asleep before dawn.
He looked towards the Son of God not far away. He couldn't see clearly in the dim light, but he knew that the Son of God was sleeping soundly.
He looked at the sky and could only hold back his anxiety, slowly waiting for the dawn to come, waiting for the Son of God to wake up from his sleep, waiting for the Son of God to reveal his miracle...
The sky gradually brightened, and there were noises in the cave. Fu Jiang was awakened by the noise. He pricked up his ears and looked out of the cave. He turned his head to look at Han Cheng, who was sleeping soundly with a piece of animal skin covering his belly. He opened his long mouth, yawned, put his chin on his front paws, and continued to doze off...
Han Cheng woke up from his sleep, picked up the ceramic chamber pot from his feet, pointed the little bird at the mouth of the chamber pot, and after a night's accumulation of food, he lay back on the bed made of hay and closed his eyes.
Wu, who had been waiting eagerly, was delighted when he saw Han Cheng get up. He could finally follow the Son of God to see how the Son of God caught the rabbit with a rope. However, before he could get up, the Son of God fell asleep again, which made Wu's joy pause.
He looked outside and saw that it was already bright. He thought about how the Son of God could sometimes sleep until he finished breakfast. After hesitating for a while, he finally plucked up the courage and decided to wake the Son of God up.
"What's up?"
Han Cheng was not in a bad mood when he woke up, and he was not unhappy about being woken up just after falling asleep. When he opened his eyes and saw that it was the witch who wanted to say something but hesitated, he sat up and asked, thinking that something big had happened in the tribe.
"Son of God."
Wu first bowed respectfully to Han Cheng to express his apology, and then said: "Rabbit..."
Han Cheng slapped his forehead. So this was the matter. He had totally forgotten about it.
When Wu saw that the Son of God had actually forgotten about this matter, he didn't know how to describe his feelings for a moment.
The Son of God is indeed the Son of God, he can hold his breath. I couldn't sleep well because of this matter, but the Son of God can sleep soundly...
"Let's go and take a look!"
After being reminded by Wu, Han Cheng suddenly became excited and lost all sleepiness. He also wanted to see what he could harvest. After all, this was his first time setting a rabbit trap, and he had only been set up as a rabbit trap once before...
After a simple wash, Han Cheng called Tietou and his wife to prepare to set off, and Wu also wanted to go with them to witness it with his own eyes.
Thinking that the rabbit trap was not too far from the tribe, Han Cheng no longer insisted, but a few more people joined him.
Looking at the people following him, Han Cheng smiled bitterly, hoping that there would not be no harvest, otherwise it would be embarrassing.
There is dew in the summer morning, and from a distance it looks like a green with a white tint.
A dozen or so big feet stepped on the grass, and the dew on the leaves fell off, leaving behind a trail of grass more than one meter wide, with a color that was obviously different from elsewhere.
Han Cheng came to the nearest rabbit trap, stood on the bank of the ditch, and used the long stick in his hand to push aside the long grass that was hiding the rabbit trap. The rabbit trap, which was a little damp from the dew, was revealed. It looked the same as when Han Cheng placed it there yesterday, and it had not changed its position at all all night.
This time, Wu saw Han Cheng's arrangement clearly. After seeing this simple thing, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
He thought that the Son of God would be as certain as he said and would definitely make something very complicated, like the bone shovel and rake he had made before, but he didn't expect it to be like this.
Han Cheng is now filled with embarrassment. He originally thought that he would be able to reap a lot of rewards once he used the rabbit trap. However, up to now, he has looked at ten rabbit traps in total, and all of them are empty. He has not even seen a single rabbit hair.
Fortunately, he was walking in front, so others couldn't see his expression...
Come on, come on...
He went to
Walk to the next rabbit trap, muttering to yourself.
More than ten meters away, Han Cheng saw that the color of the grass there was different from the surrounding grass. There was dew on the surrounding grass, and it looked white, but the grass here was dark green, because the dew on it had been wiped off.
There's hope!
When Han Cheng saw this scene, he was suddenly delighted and ran over there. The others hurriedly quickened their pace to catch up...
"You uncle!"
Han Cheng was holding a rope with only a rabbit leg, which was messy in the morning breeze, and he couldn't help cursing...
(I am so cold that I doubt my life. My hands and brain are stiff. I can’t even type properly… Comrades, please have pity on me and give me some warmth. Question: How can I get rid of the cold? Answer: Only money - Mo Shoubai, shivering in his cotton coat)