Wu is seeking Han Cheng's opinion on how to perform the sacrifice this time.

In the past, Wu never asked others about this, even if Han Cheng was the Son of God.

But things are different now, because the totem pole has been moved from the inner cave to the house under Han Cheng's solemn guarantee. The environment is different from before, and the witch is a little undecided.

After a conversation, Han Cheng understood what Wu meant.

He wanted to move the totem pole back to the inner cave and continue to perform sacrifices in the cave. After the sacrifices were completed, he would move the totem pole back into the house.

Because the space inside the room is too small, it is not a suitable place for worship.

But he had never done this before, and he was worried that moving the totem pole back and forth would offend the gods, so he was undecided.

If Han Cheng was a true Son of God, he might have considered this matter carefully, but he was just a time traveler in the guise of the Son of God, so he was naturally fearless and did whatever was convenient for him.

After receiving a positive answer from Han Cheng, Wu suddenly became full of energy.

While he was asking people to clean up the cave, he was also preparing to have the totem pole moved away, but was stopped by Han Cheng.

Han Cheng told Wu that the totem pole could not be moved so easily and needed to be coordinated with other things.

The witch had never experienced such a situation before, and previous witches had not left any solutions for dealing with related matters, so he had to obey Han Cheng's orders.

At the same time, I was also curious about what the Son of God said was needed to cooperate.

What Han Cheng was talking about was a very common thing in later generations, that is, the drum.

It was actually Han Cheng's last-minute idea to add drama to the totem pole.

Firstly, there was heavy snow and people's movements were restricted, so there was not much to do. Secondly, he felt that the sacrifice of the Qingque tribe still lacked a sense of ritual, so he wanted to do something, so it was natural for him to bring up the drum.

After saying this, Han Cheng felt a little regretful, because due to the lack of tools and materials, it was extremely difficult to make a drum at this time.

Even if the drum body is not made of wood and pottery is used instead, it will not work because it is freezing cold at that time and the clay embryo will be easily frozen and cannot be fired.

Han Cheng thought for a while and found that there was no good solution. He couldn't help sniffing and scolding himself for being nosy. He could have easily dealt with the past, but now he had shot himself in the foot...

Han Cheng walked slowly with his hands behind his back. His old sheepskin cloak hung down and moved slowly as he walked.

His slightly tense face kept moving his eyes, scanning to both sides with caution in his gaze.

There is something of the bearing of an emperor examining his subjects, or of a great figure presiding over a palace beauty pageant.

Of course, the prerequisite is to replace the large and small pottery jars, pots, and basins placed on the left and right sides with ministers, or cautious and beautiful women...

Han Cheng stopped and his eyes fell on a small jar.

The jar is seventy centimeters high and thirty centimeters in diameter. It is thicker in the middle and thinner at both ends.

"That's it."

Han Cheng said to Wu and Heiwa who were following him.

Upon hearing this, Heiwa walked forward and took out the jar.

Then, according to Han Cheng's instructions, he turned the jar upside down and used a relatively thin and rough stone to rub back and forth along the bottom of the jar.

After rubbing for a while, a shallow line finally appeared.

This was a very tiring job, so Han Cheng asked someone to call Mu Tou to take over Heiwa's job.

He is quite good at things like polishing stone tools.

You guessed it right, Han Cheng was going to use this tank as the drum body, but the prerequisite was that the bottom of the small tank needed to be removed.

While Mu Tou was dealing with the small jar, Han Cheng went to look for something in the pile of nitrated furs stored by the Qingque tribe.

It took a while to find a piece of skin that was not very hairy.

Then he asked Lame to find a wooden stick and beat the leather on a flat piece of wood, so that the leather would become softer.

Then he used a carefully crafted stone knife to scrape the leather over and over again, removing the remaining hair and trying to make the thick areas thinner. This was an extremely time-consuming job.

The bottom of the small tank was not removed until the next day. The craftsmanship of the woodcarver was very good. The bottom of the tank was removed very cleanly and the tank was not damaged.

Han Cheng then drew two circles of dots on the wall of the small jar, near the two ends of the jar.

Then let Heiwa take over the wood and carefully drill holes at these points with relatively sharp stones. Be careful not to damage the tank.

These things were not completely settled until three days later.

The leather, which had been carefully polished by Lame and was still very different from that in later generations, was split in half. Holes were pierced around the leather with bone needles, and these holes were tied with a relatively thin rope.

Han Cheng covered the mouth of the small jar with leather, passed the rope through the small hole that had been drilled, and tied it tightly with force.

He just demonstrated this and the two men, Lame Wood, completed it.

The main reason is that stretching the drumhead requires considerable strength and skill, otherwise the stretched drumhead will be loose and the sound of the drum will not be loud.

Han Cheng was no stranger to big drums, gongs, cymbals, and gongs. Many villages there had a set of these things. When the New Year was approaching, these bronze instruments would be taken out and beaten.

These bronze objects were used in conjunction with dragon dances, lion dances, spider dances, etc. It was a pity that Murakami's dragon had already been broken...

Of course, these were all scenes from almost 20 years ago. As people gradually went out to make a living and the pace of life became faster and faster, few people touched these things anymore. They have been gathering dust in a house in the village...

In order to achieve better results, after the drumhead was stretched, Han Cheng took people out to a place not far from the Qingque tribe to get some rosin. After heating it in a small pottery jar to melt it, he used a small branch to plug the holes for the ropes one by one, and sealed the edges of the leather attached to the wall of the jar.

After doing all this, a drum is considered completely completed.

Han Cheng tapped on it with his fingers and it made a muffled sound. It was not as good as the wooden barrel drums of later generations, but Han Cheng was very satisfied that he could make such a drum under such conditions.

Han Cheng didn't let anyone beat the drum randomly.

Because of his words, and also knowing that this would be used for future sacrifices to the gods, everyone remained curious and awed by the new drum, including the people who participated in its manufacture.

After the drum was made, Han Cheng directed Bo to cut out two more wooden sticks with a diameter of about three centimeters and a length of thirty centimeters. One end of the sticks was wrapped with the leftover scraps from the previous drum making, and two drumsticks appeared.

The only thing that made Han Cheng feel regretful was that there was no red cloth or red fuel, otherwise the two drumsticks would be more festive and more impressive.

After the drumsticks are made, they cut pieces of wood and use the bundled method to make a drum stand. Only then is the whole set of equipment complete.

The people of the Qingque tribe had never been looking forward to a sacrifice as much as they were this time.

They were eager to know what effects these exquisite things that the Son of God had spent so much effort to create had, and how to use them in sacrifices.

Even the old charlatan Wu couldn't contain his excitement and anticipation.