When Wu found that the Son of God buried the unburned wood and walked back as if he didn't care anymore, he finally lost his patience and asked Han Cheng what the purpose of this action was.

At the same time, I was wondering, if it is possible that after planting it here, it will grow a lot of firewood in the second year just like rapeseed and other things?

Thinking of this, the eyes of this old primitive man who had already experienced huge benefits from agricultural planting suddenly lit up.

If firewood can be grown in this way, does that mean that if we bury rabbits in the soil, there will be a lot of rabbits in the second year?

If you bury a deer in the ground, will there be lots of deer growing in the next year?

Put people...

The witch became even more excited. This sudden flash of inspiration made him discover a path that would lead the tribe to prosperity.

He could not suppress the joy in his heart, and looked at the Son of God with longing and extreme expectation, wanting to get confirmation from the Son of God.

Han Cheng felt very confused. He wondered what Wu was thinking that made him look like that.

There is nothing to hide about making charcoal. If charcoal can be made, the entire tribe will benefit.

He immediately told Wu about his idea of ​​making charcoal, and also explained the various benefits of charcoal. He also said that he didn't know much about making charcoal and could only figure it out slowly.

In the past, whenever the witch heard that something beneficial to the tribe had appeared, he would appear very happy, but today it was an exception.

After Han Cheng talked about the various benefits of charcoal, Wu was not happy at all. Instead, he showed an unconcealable disappointment.

Han Cheng was puzzled by his behavior. He thought to himself when did Wu's vision become so high? Not only did he fail to be moved by such a good thing as charcoal, but he also showed deep disappointment. This...

Who is this time traveler who has seen the world?

"God...Son of God, can't...can't you grow firewood?"

Wu was disappointed but unwilling to see the bright future he had just come up with shattered. After hesitating for a while, he asked Han Cheng.

"cannot."

Han Cheng was a little surprised that the witch, who was usually very wise, would ask such a question.

But he was just a little curious and didn't think too deeply about it. Of course, he didn't know about the bold idea that Wu had just come up with.

If he knew, I wonder if he would still be able to remain calm. What if the witch suddenly had the idea of ​​planting a child of God, and then producing many children of God in due time...

After burying the firewood, Han Cheng asked these people to go to the back mountain to transport the thatch harvested by Tietou and others.

It is quite convenient to transport the thatch back. There is no need to carry the bundles of thatch down the mountain and then go around a long circle to enter the tribe through the front door. This is too troublesome. You just need to carry the bundles of thatch towards the tribe for a while, and then throw them at the edge. The bundles of thatch will bounce and roll all the way to the courtyard of the Qingque tribe below.

The thatch bundles were tied very firmly, only a small part of them would fall apart, and the rest were intact.

After all the bundles of straw have been thrown away, someone in the yard will carry them to the side and stack them up where they will not get in the way.

While others were doing these things, Bo was not idle either. Following Han Cheng's instructions, he used the remaining branches from building the "wooden stick defense system" a few days ago to cut many half-meter long sticks.

One end of the stick was also burned with fire and then sharpened.

The days are very short in winter, and it is dark before you do much work.

Sharpening sticks and making thatch are not very urgent tasks, and Han Cheng would not let people work late into the night.

However, the people of the Qingque tribe were not idle either. After drinking the soup together, they returned to their rooms and sat on the warm kang. With the help of the firelight at the kang mouth that had not been blocked, they used the ropes of various specifications of the spinning top to spin.

Nowadays, ropes are a very consumed item in the Qingque tribe and can be used in many places.

From small items like sewing socks and gloves to large items like setting rabbit traps to catch prey, ropes are used in all of these. Today, the Son of God said that the use of thin ropes will increase greatly in the next two days, so they need to twist ropes for a while before going to bed tonight.

This kind of work is usually done more by women. Many men in the tribe never complain about tamping the earth, digging holes, turning the soil, etc., but they feel a little overwhelmed when they encounter this kind of delicate and not very tiring work.

The tiny spindle felt awkward in my hands no matter how I manipulated it.

Maybe it's because of their nature, the women are very patient when it comes to this kind of repetitive work. They rub it again and again without showing any impatience.

Therefore, the main force in twisting ropes at night is the women in the tribe.

Of course, there will be outliers, such as the "stonemason" wood who, under Han Cheng's guidance, grinds a bone into a bone needle.

It may have something to do with his personality. When he does this thing that most men are unwilling to do, he seems to be very enthusiastic. He rubs faster than most women and the quality is also superior.

Han Cheng sat cross-legged on the warm kang, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the wooden door and windows, and constantly thinking about the charcoal burning in his mind.

Having learned from his experience in firing pottery, although he was anxious to know the result, he did not immediately dig up the soil to take a look.

Let's wait and see the specific results tomorrow. If it is feasible, we will expand the production scale in this way. If not, we will think of other ways.

After some fruitless thought, Han Cheng could only comfort himself in this way, then quickly took off his clothes and got into the warm bed to sleep.

Life is like this, there are always endless things to do and endless problems to solve. If you worry about everything, then life will be too tiring. You should sleep when you should sleep and eat when you should eat. Keep your mind and body healthy so that you will have the capital to fight.

Wu obviously didn't understand the true meaning of life. He buried himself in a pile of furs, with his eyes open in the darkness, looking at the room that was completely shrouded in darkness, unwilling to fall asleep.

He was still thinking about that idea that could make him tremble with excitement just by thinking about it...

The night wind shook the doors and windows, trying to get in, tearing the last bit of warmth into pieces, making the whole world tremble under its cover.

Unfortunately, the inside and outside of the wooden door were covered with a layer of airtight fur, and the windows were also covered with fur.

There was no place for it to exert its might here. It roared and tore at the ground for most of the night but failed to destroy this small house that was built bit by bit by humans. Finally, it had to give up.

The people sleeping soundly on the warm kang in the warm room were not affected by the cold wind at all. They slept soundly and deeply...

This winter is not too cold.

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