Facts have proved that stories are always more attractive than simple preaching, not only modern people, but also primitive people are no exception.

The crowd, who were originally very excited to listen to the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, soon lost their excitement after encountering the complicated and difficult to understand calendar, and became drowsy.

Han Cheng patted the stones that reflected half of the moon in each of his eyes, signaling him to stop thinking about it, go back to sleep, and continue observing and recording tomorrow.

The crowd dispersed gradually, and with the moonlight spreading all over the ground, they passed through two doors and went into the rooms one after another to rest on the kang.

Some of those who were in good spirits looked up at the stars in the sky through the windows that had not been covered with rolled up animal skins, trying to find the Altair and the Vega stars.

It’s a pity that after the moon came out, many stars hid themselves, and the window was small, so I could only see a small piece of the night sky and a few scattered stars.

The people who had been hypnotized by the Son of God with an incomprehensible calendar suddenly lost their sleepiness after they walked into the house from outside. The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, which they had heard twice before, came to their minds again.

Some people were looking at the night sky, while others were lying on the kang, hugging each other and discussing this wonderful story with relish and enthusiasm, not wanting to fall asleep.

It is conceivable that in the future, the Qingque tribe will be obsessed with the "Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" craze, and there will be many more "wise men" who will look up at the stars when they have nothing to do.

It's a pity that there is no paper in the Qingque tribe now, and people have not formed the habit of writing, otherwise there would definitely be a situation where "Qingque paper is expensive".

Unlike most people, the things that appear most in Stone's heart are not the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but the cow that can talk and can fly by putting on its skin, as well as the year, month, day, four seasons and the moon in different shapes.

Although he couldn't find the cow now, he could see the moon at any time. He had never been so eager for the arrival of the next long night.

He has developed a strong interest in what the Son of God said today.

Ever since he became the next wizard and came into contact with the mysterious "God of Heaven" who never communicated with him, Shitou has been looking up at the sky more and more often and for longer periods of time.

Because that is where the gods live, and that is where the Son of God comes.

Unfortunately, after watching for a long time, he only saw vastness, nothingness, ethereality and mystery, things that he could feel but could not express.

This made him very uncomfortable.

The words of the Son of God tonight greatly encouraged him. Things that he had no idea how to do before, now he suddenly had a way to do them. One way was the cow, and the other was to observe and record the moon.

Although he had wondered before why the moon rose and set, and waxed and waned, he had never thought of doing anything about it. But now that he had the hint from the Son of God, it was completely different.

The moon is also something in the sky and is said to have existed for a long, long time, like a god.

He was too stupid and no matter how the witch taught him, he just couldn't communicate with the gods. This made Shitou very distressed.

Now it won't happen. The gods can't be seen or touched, but I can see the moon that is in the sky with the gods. If I study the moon thoroughly, maybe I can communicate with the gods...

He looked through the window at the half-moon that had shifted quite a bit, lost in thought, his two little fists clenched tightly...

Han Cheng didn't know what Shitou was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely sigh inwardly that this little primitive man actually coincided with the method advocated by a man named Wang in later generations.

Of course, there are huge differences between the two in ambition and approach.

Han Cheng hadn't fallen asleep yet either. Unlike the others, he was not immersed in the primitive version of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but was worried about Fu Jiang.

He was the only one living in a three-room detached house, which seemed a bit deserted.

Wu still refused to move in, and Han Cheng was a little worried about this.

When Han Cheng sent the witch into the cave not long ago, he felt the chill inside.

Because everyone had moved out of the cave and didn't make a fire, it was much colder inside than before.

We should find a way to get this old man out and live in a tiled house. Otherwise, if he gets frozen to death in the cave, it will be troublesome.

There was a small light in the cave. The witch took off his straw shoes and half of his body was buried in the thick fur.

The fur is soft and thick, and is made from the skins obtained from foreign lands.

Wuban was lying here, stroking his fur unconsciously with his hands, looking at the light with his cloudy old eyes. He was thinking carefully about what he had learned from the Son of God tonight. The more he thought about it, the more wonderful it seemed to him. It turned out that there were so many things outside of their tribe. It turned out that every day could be divided into years, months and days.

If we give each day a name, then when we hold a happy party in the future, we don't need to use happy grass as a token of love, but only need to remember the name of that day?

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly remembered something and looked intently at the fire.

He found that a large pit had appeared under the firelight where a piece of crushed and twisted rope grass was inserted. In the pit was some liquid like clear water. He patted his head hurriedly, wondering why he forgot to turn off the "light" first. This time he wasted a lot of delicious oil!

Thinking of this, he quickly leaned over and blew out the fire.

The lamp was made by the Son of God and its structure is very simple.

Put a rope made from crushed rope grass into a small ceramic bowl, then scoop the boiled animal fat into it with a spoon. After the thin rope made from rope grass is soaked in the fat, it can be ignited.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, including Wu, felt that this was a bit of a waste. After all, oil was a rare delicacy, and it was a pity to burn it like this.

It is also because of this that most people will not use the thing called a lamp made by the Son of God.

Firstly, they are reluctant to do so; secondly, they feel that there is no need for it. After all, since they were born, they have been living a life of going to bed at sunset; thirdly, the flame of the lamp is too small and it is better to use firewood.

Wu used it a few times and found it pretty good. This lamp can be moved back and forth by hand, unlike a fire that needs to be constantly added with firewood. It is much more convenient, but the burning of oil is painful...

Han Cheng also has a lamp of the same type, but he doesn't use it often. It's not that he is reluctant to use lamp oil like Wu, but because he has no lighter and matches, and he doesn't want to rub wood to make fire in the dark. So once he puts out the lamp at night, he will never light it again. He basically does all the other things in the dark.

Another problem is that the wick is not good. The wick made of scattered rope grass is not burn-resistant and the flame is small. It is far less useful than the wick made of cotton thread.

However, thinking back to the origin of cotton, Han Cheng sniffed and thought it would be better not to think about it anymore. Instead of thinking about cotton, it would be better to think about how to find hemp more reliably.

After thinking about this for a while, Han Cheng fell asleep in a daze.

After sleeping for a while, Han Cheng woke up when he heard the door open. He had dreamed about Fu Jiang coming back last time, so he did not rush out this time. Instead, he waited quietly with some expectation.

It was quiet all around, without any sound at all. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the sound was heard in a dream or it really happened.

Han Cheng waited for a while, sighed softly, and closed his eyes to sleep again. Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was another knock on the door. The sound was quite loud and the force was not small...