The people of the Green Bird Tribe suffered from insomnia once again. Some of them were recalling the stories told by the Son of God and were unable to extricate themselves from them.

However, more people are thinking about the powerful weapon called bow and arrow, which can even shoot down the sun in the sky. This is really unimaginable!

Thinking of the fact that the Son of God would make that kind of weapon tomorrow, he became even more excited and kept imagining the appearance of the bow and arrow in his mind.

Wouldn't a weapon that powerful be too big to hold?

Their aesthetic views are still very pure, and they worship big and round things.

This can be seen from the word "beauty".

The bigger the sheep, the more beautiful they are. A big sheep tastes good and is very durable. It is a good feeling. Starting from this most simple and intuitive feeling, the concept of beauty has gradually developed.

There were many people who couldn't sleep. Shitou, who had been completely led astray by Han Cheng, also tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

However, what he wanted was different from most people. It was not a powerful bow and arrow, but a magical pill that could allow people to fly to the sky after taking it.

Queen Mother of the West, where can we find this incredibly powerful tribal witch?

Whenever he thought of this, he felt conflicted.

However, amidst his struggle, he was also filled with an unbearable excitement, because he had obtained a new way to fly from the Son of God, which was the Queen Mother of the West and her elixir.

Girls like Xiaomei, Xiaoli and Chen do not have as much pressure in life as adults. They have never been hungry since the arrival of the Son of God. In addition, due to the nature of girls, what they think about most is not the bow and arrow that makes adults tremble with excitement, but Chang'e, who lives alone on the moon holding a rabbit and dances from time to time.

Dancing, they had no idea what it meant at first. It was not until the night they moved into their new home and the Son of God led everyone to dance around the fire that they realized that this was dancing and that dancing was such a fun thing.

So, in their minds, a scene automatically emerged of a woman who was stronger than a strong man, wrapped in animal skins, dancing on the moon with a rabbit in her arms.

As for what kind of dance they were performing - of course it was the kind that the Son of God taught them, which he called Yangko.

Thinking of this, Xing suddenly shook his head and felt that Chang'e was very pitiful. She was dancing alone without the company of fire. How could she be as happy as when her tribe danced together?

Han Cheng naturally had no idea of ​​the strange thoughts of the tribesmen. Lying in bed, he had already distracted himself from the two well-known stories of Chang'e flying to the moon and Houyi shooting down the sun.

Lying on the warm kang, he was still thinking about how to make charcoal.

This is really a distressing thing.

Damn it, I’ll light the fire from above next time!

After carefully thinking about the continuous failures in charcoal making in recent days, Han Cheng became more and more confused and upset.

After thinking for a while, he became anxious and thought fiercely.

After this thought came to his mind, Han Cheng found it a little funny. Why was he sometimes as immature as a child?

After laughing at myself for a while, I decided not to think about it anymore. It would be better to think more about the bow and arrow. After all, this group of people were waiting.

He lay like this for a while, but ultimately he stopped thinking about the bow and arrow, because the thought that had arisen unintentionally kept spinning in his mind and became more and more deeply rooted.

Han Cheng actually had the urge to get up and fire a kiln to give it a try.

I've tried to light a fire from above so many times, and it won't take too much firewood to light it this way.

So many have been burned before, it doesn’t matter if one more kiln is destroyed.

After making this decision, Han Cheng's troubled heart gradually calmed down. He felt sleepy and soon fell asleep.

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The next morning, the people of the Qingque tribe all got up. Even the warm kang could not stop them from getting up.

"Son of God!"

They had been waiting for a while, and when they saw Han Cheng opening the door and coming out, they called out with excitement and eagerness on their faces.

Han Cheng was slightly surprised, then smiled. These people were very interested in bows and arrows. They were much better than himself, the Son of God who only thought about burning charcoal.

only……

But they were destined to be disappointed, because even with the most advanced bow and arrow, it was impossible to shoot down the sun, and neither could the rockets of later generations.

If I had known that I should make the bow and arrow first and then tell them the legend of Houyi shooting the sun, they would not have felt such a huge psychological gap after seeing the bow and arrow that I made.

Han Cheng thought this helplessly and asked everyone to wait for him.

After he solved his personal problems and simply washed up, he began to forge a bow and arrow amid everyone's expectations.

He led a group of people and searched around the tribe for a while. He found a tree with a relatively flexible texture. Pointing to a branch as thick as a baby's arm, he didn't have to do anything. The group of people who had lost sleep over the thought of bows and arrows immediately pounced on it fiercely.

Instead of cutting the branch, they went straight to the tree, which was over 30 centimeters in diameter.

Last night they had already imagined the bow and arrow. Although they could not imagine its specific appearance, there was one thing that everyone agreed on: it was big!

If you say something that can knock down the sun is not big, no one would believe it.

So they simply ignored the branch and thought that the Son of God was referring to this tree...

Han Cheng was stunned when he saw several people surrounding the tree and waving stone axes ferociously.

How big a bow are these guys trying to make?

Moreover, it would take a long time to chop down a tree like this. He also wanted to make the bow quickly and then experiment with his desperate idea of ​​making charcoal. He couldn't afford to waste time like this.

He hurriedly called his eldest brother and junior brother Sha, pointed to the branch above, and indicated that they only needed to cut this one down, there was no need to cut down the tree.

Everyone was surprised. They looked at the small branch and then at the Son of God, all puzzled. How could such a thing be used to make a bow and arrow that could shoot down the sun?

Han Cheng understood what these guys were thinking, and said with a smile: "Cut down this tree and make it into a weapon. Who among you can lift it?"

When everyone heard Han Cheng say this, they couldn't help but feel embarrassed. They only thought about growing up, but forgot this point.

The branch as thick as a baby's arm was chopped down. Han Cheng brought the eager crowd back to the tribe and started making the first bow and arrow in the history of the Qingque tribe, which was also destined to be a disappointing bow and arrow.