Inside the tribe, Han Cheng was directing Bo to use a stone knife and a specially prepared wooden stick suitable for pounding to split the cut mulberry tree trunk in half.

Bo is already very skilled at this, and although his tools are crude, his superb skills can offset this shortcoming. Now the wood he splits generally does not have different widths at the top and bottom.

He split the wood and put one half aside. Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng found a piece of charcoal, sharpened one end of it on a stone, and began to write on the other half.

Everyone was confused. Why did someone who made bows and arrows need to write?

Moreover, the characters were written so strangely and looked very difficult to write. Even the Son of God who was most proficient in the divine characters needed to constantly erase and rewrite them.

Of course Han Cheng was not writing, but painting.

It is said to be a drawing, but in fact it is just using charcoal to outline the general outline of the bow on the tree trunk, and then letting Bo rest according to the drawn lines.

It is difficult to give people an intuitive feeling about something new and demanding like a bow simply by describing it verbally. It is clearer and quicker to paint directly on the broken tree trunk.

After drawing the outline, all you have to do to finish the work is follow the outline. It is very simple and not prone to mistakes.

The idea was indeed a good one, but Han Cheng's hands were not up to the task. He had never learned sketching or other painting techniques in his previous life, so it was not easy for him to draw the shape of the bow in his mind.

Therefore, he could only keep painting until his hands were covered with black ash and half of the tree trunk was stained black, and then the outline of the bow finally appeared completely on half of the tree trunk.

However, at this point, the outline was no longer very obvious because the surrounding area was stained black by charcoal.

Moreover, it would be easily worn off during the rest period, so Han Cheng put his hands by the fire to warm them for a while and then took them back. He picked up a relatively small stone knife that would freeze his hands and carved along the contour of the tree trunk, leaving the contour firmly on the trunk.

After these things are done, the next step is the lame performance.

After receiving specific requirements from Han Cheng, Bo began to trim the tree trunk with a stone knife.

It is not easy to use a stone knife to make a bow out of such a large tree trunk. Even if Lame has good skills, he cannot do it quickly without the right tools.

Han Cheng watched here for a while, then remembered the burning charcoal outside, and prepared to go out and take a look, although there was a high chance that he would not succeed this time.

"Son of God, I..."

He hadn't left yet, standing aside and watching Lame making bows and arrows until now. After thinking for a long time, Junior Brother Sha finally spoke.

He pointed to the other half of the mulberry tree trunk placed aside and told Han Cheng his thoughts.

Now in the entire Qingque tribe, Junior Brother Sha is the person who is most enthusiastic about bows and arrows. Hitting the targets continuously in the morning has made him love this new weapon that he has just emerged from the mouth of the Son of God and which he has heard has a promising future.

After Han Cheng started preparing to make the bow and arrow, he stood here watching. He felt that it was not too difficult, and the idea of ​​making a bow and arrow himself arose in his mind. Once this idea came up, it became stronger and stronger.

Han Shenzi, who had already lost hope for the charcoal in the kiln, naturally put the idea of ​​going to see the charcoal behind him after hearing what Junior Brother Sha said.

When Han Cheng finished drawing the last stroke of the bow and arrow on the tree trunk, the weather had gradually darkened.

Firstly, his painting skills were really not good enough. In the hands of an experienced person, it was just a matter of a few strokes, but it was extremely difficult for him to do it. Secondly, after Junior Brother Sha proposed the request to make a bow and arrow by himself, some people who were more enthusiastic about bows and arrows also expressed the idea of ​​wanting to make a bow and arrow.

Before, Junior Brother Sha and his friends had chopped down a mulberry tree and were able to cut out at least three 1.2-meter-long sections of the tree. So after they had drawn all of them, it was almost dark.

Han Cheng washed his hands with warm water, and while warming his hands by the fire, he turned his head to look towards the gate, thinking that he would just wait and see for a while.

Before he could dry his hands, he heard the sound of finishing the meal.

After dinner, it was completely dark and a cold wind was blowing. Han Cheng held his clothes tightly and finally walked towards the room with the burning kang, ignoring the earthen kiln outside the door which had now become completely cold.

"Dang, dang, dang..."

This somewhat harsh sound was heard in the warm room.

The eldest brother, Bo, junior brother Sha, Shang and Heiwa were squatting in the aisle beside the kangs assigned to them, hitting them with stone knives and wooden sticks. Tiny wood chips kept falling from the mulberry wood trunks under their feet.

As they hammered, the mulberry wood trunk under their feet became very different from before, and the outline of a bow gradually emerged.

Among them, the one who made the fastest progress was the professional carpenter Bo, not only because of his good skills, but also because he started the earliest.

The room where Second Senior Brother lives is next to Junior Brother Sha's room. At this moment, Second Senior Brother is half lying on the kang, leaning against the wall, looking very comfortable.

He tilted his head to look to the side, and through the passage left behind, he saw the back of Junior Brother Sha who was squatting on the ground and hammering on the stone knife, and smiled silently.

Compared to these difficult-to-make bows and arrows, he trusted his arms more.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly reached out to the side and lifted up a half-grown child who was doing somersaults on the kang with one hand across the low wall in the middle.

Looking at the child who was a little confused by his sudden action, the second brother laughed and put the child back.

He raised his arms, put them in front of his eyes, turned his head to look left and right, and his heart was full of confidence, which strengthened his belief.

My strong arms cannot be compared to something made of a bent stick and rope.

He watched like this for a while, put his arms down, turned his head and saw that Junior Brother Sha was still knocking there, shook his head, then pulled his spouse over and began to untie the ropes tied around his body with his hands...

Junior Brother Sha, who was squatting on the ground, heard the primitive tune coming from not far away, but he did not turn his head to peek. He could be said to have become accustomed to these things.

At this moment, his whole mind was on the piece of wood under his feet.

Bo looked at the bow that was already half finished, put down the stone knife and wooden stick, rubbed his aching hands, and went to sleep on the kang.

The others who wanted to make bows and arrows themselves also went to bed one after another. Only Junior Brother Sha was still squatting there, hammering at the bows.

Later, as the children were woken up one after another, he took these things and the fire and went to a completely empty cave that was no longer inhabited, lit a fire there, and then knocked on it again and again with persistence.

The saying that interest is the best teacher is indeed true. With it, you can burst out with great enthusiasm without being reminded by others.

I don't know when the wind outside stopped, and the whole world seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. In this sudden silence, there seemed to be some slight sounds.

As the night deepened, the firelight flickered from time to time. The squatting man struck the stone knife again and again, and the sound made the night even quieter.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally stood up, looked at the bow in front of him for a while, and felt very satisfied.

Then he put out the fire and made sure there would be no flames before walking out in the dark.

It was not until this moment that I felt the exhaustion that swept over me, the numbness in my legs and feet, and the pain in my fingers and wrists.

It was not as dark outside the cave as he had imagined. Something cold fell into his neck, making him shiver uncontrollably.

The first snow of this year fell...

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