Holding a wooden wedge in one hand and a stone that had been trimmed by the 'stonemason' to be more suitable for smashing things in the other, Shang straightened up and looked with satisfaction at the big stone that had become much smaller, as well as the scattered gravel around the big stone.

The people in charge of moving the stones took this opportunity to put the stones into the basket and then carried them away on a hook.

When they encountered those who were too big to be dealt with by one person, they would tie them up with ropes, pass a wooden bar through the middle, and carry them to the tribe by two people.

Those who like to make stone tools will first pick out some stones that are suitable for making stone tools and throw them aside.

After a short rest, Shang looked at all this with a smile on his face. The frustration he had felt before because of the lack of stones had long been thrown away.

Seeing from afar the Son of God wandering in the empty rapeseed field with his lucky general and the deer, Shang's heart was immediately filled with reverence.

He had deep respect for this childlike Son of God, because he could always make things possible that seemed completely impossible to him, and he did so using extremely simple methods.

After resting for a while, Shang put the tools in his hand aside and piled the firewood around another big rock not far away...

“Wow…”

“Crack…”

Ice-cold water was poured on them, and a large amount of white mist filled the air amidst the harsh sound. Faced with such a scene, the people of the Qingque tribe were no longer afraid, as they knew that this was a normal reaction.

In the misty white fog, the people who had been arranged in advance methodically poured the water in their hands towards the location in their memory...

Han Cheng, Fu Jiang and Uncle Lu were wandering around in the empty rapeseed field.

After the rapeseed is harvested, weeds begin to grow wildly. Among the weeds, there are many young rapeseeds with small thorns on their leaves.

These are the rapeseed seeds that fell on the ground during the previous harvest. After a short period of dormancy, they couldn't wait to come out of the soil, wanting to see the colorful world earlier.

It's a pity that they came out at the wrong time. They were greeted not with applause, but with a rough tongue stained slightly green.

The old deer, with a mouthful of green grass mixed with a small rapeseed, raised his head while chewing, and saw that there was already a lot of rapeseed in the small basket next to the little two-legged beast not far away. He swallowed the green grass in his mouth in two or three bites, and walked with his slender legs to Han Cheng, who was bending over to pick rapeseed. He rubbed his face on Han Cheng's hand perfunctorily, and then put his mouth into the small basket.

Han Cheng had long been accustomed to the deer's shamelessness, and without even turning his head, he moved the small basket to the side...

Looking at the exceptionally lush grass growing in the field, Han Cheng felt a little melancholy.

It’s okay to only plant one season of rapeseed now. If we can find the right seeds and rotate them for two seasons, wouldn’t these weeds be so annoying?

Strangely enough, in the same piece of land, if left unchecked, the weeds will always grow more lush than the crops.

It would be great if we had paraquat or glyphosate, we could just wipe these guys out.

Han Cheng thought so, then smiled and shook his head.

Forget it. In later generations, we ate too much pesticides, fertilizers, and various food additives, and even a lot of chemical raw materials. Now we finally have the opportunity to eat pure natural and pollution-free food, so don't think about those things anymore.

Of course, even if he wanted to eat it, he didn't have the ability to make it at this time...

Han Cheng, who was leisurely pulling rapeseed, straightened up and glanced at the people of the Qingque tribe who were working hard from afar. He suddenly remembered two god-like people in his company in the future who either played mahjong or wandered around all day, but their wages were more than twice that of those who worked hard all day.

In the past, Han Cheng felt unbalanced like some of his other colleagues. Until one time the company encountered a big problem and none of them could solve it. The two of them came and solved it easily. Then Han Cheng no longer felt unbalanced.

The reason why he thought of this at this time was because he suddenly found that he was very similar to the two great gods in the company...

Uncle Deer succeeded after all. He took advantage of Han Cheng's inattention and grabbed a mouthful of rapeseed from the small basket. Even though he was slapped twice on the belly for this, he still wagged his tail with joy.

Han Cheng didn't dare put the small basket on the ground, but kept protecting it with his hands. The rapeseed in the basket was what he was going to put in the pot at noon. If it was all eaten by this shameless deer, he wouldn't be able to eat it...

Lame scratched his hair as he looked at the strange door in front of him. Although he made the door, he didn't know how to install it.

Because this door is very different from the doors he made before.

The most prominent feature is one of its edges.

The wooden stick used as the edge is three or four centimeters higher at both ends than the opposite wooden stick.

The raised parts are not connected by wooden strips.

How can such a door be installed to block the entrance tightly? There must be gaps at the top and bottom.

This is just a small problem. My biggest question is how to install this asymmetrical and weird-looking door.

He came to the door and looked around carefully. There was nothing here except the door frame that the Son of God had ordered to be placed in advance. It was not like when the gate was first built, there were tree stumps sealed in the mud pillars on both sides of the gate for hanging the door.

Bo touched the door frames on both sides that had no protruding parts for a while, shook his head, and gave up the idea of ​​tying the wooden door to one of the door frames.

He thought about it for a while and felt that the key lay in the wooden stick that protruded both above and below the door.

Thinking of this, he moved the door not far away over.

The door was made of woven wood rafts, and it was not wide, so it was not difficult for a lame person to carry it.

After arriving at the door, Bo stood up the wooden door and placed it outside the door against the door frame for comparison.

The 'wooden door' blocked the entire entrance because there was a threshold below and a lintel above. What Bo was worried about, that the door would not block the entrance tightly, did not happen, which reduced his worries a little.

He tentatively let go, and the door, which was not fixed and only had one side touching the ground, immediately tilted to one side.

Lame frowned as he looked at the door in front of him that was tilted to one side, then turned his head to look at the gate in the distance. Seeing that the gate was closed from the inside out, he moved the door sideways inside and continued to measure.

He didn't find a solution to the problem for a while, but he didn't get discouraged or think about giving up, because he still remembered what the Son of God said some time ago.

After the door is installed, it can protect the house from wind and rain, making the house safer and more comfortable to live in. Bo is convinced that this is beneficial to all the people in the tribe and is blessed by the gods.

The reason why he can't install it now is because there is a demon who doesn't want the tribe to become better. What he has to do now is to use his wisdom and strength to overcome this difficulty and defeat the demon.