“This can’t fly?

Please wait a moment, I will make another one that can fly."

Han Dashenzi said to Shi Tou in a very calm manner.

Stone, holding the small snakeskin parachute, suddenly became cheerful again.

He looked surprised and happy, and when he saw Han Cheng, he wanted to kick him hard on the butt.

Don’t you know how difficult it is to make a Kongming lantern at this time?

Although Han Cheng had a smile on his face, there were actually ten thousand strange animals running and whizzing past in his heart.

"Go cut a bamboo pole and bring it back from the root."

Han Cheng handed the hoe to Shi Tou and said to him.

Shitou was now more excited than a chicken with blood injected. He agreed, picked up his hoe, and ran out of the yard at a speed faster than a rabbit, running towards the bamboo forest in a cloud of dust.

Watching Shitou quickly walk out of the yard, Han Cheng, who was standing with his hands behind his back with a calm and indifferent smile on his face, suddenly became pale.

He squatted on the ground, held his head with both hands, and slowly sucked his teeth.

It is hard to afford to hurt a child who is too serious and loves to study. It will be very difficult for the teacher!

This was Han Cheng's silent wail.

It is just a Kongming lantern with a very simple structure. In later generations, it was sold for only five yuan each in the riverside square during the Lantern Festival. This shows that it has a simple structure and low cost.

The problem is that times have changed. Materials that were extremely common in later generations can, at this time, cause people to die.

If there is no thin paper or adhesive label, you can use split snakeskin instead. It is just as thin and airtight.

The frame inside can be tied with broken thin bamboo strips, so it won’t be too heavy.

You can use some scraps of linen as fuel, soak them in oil or rosin, and it will do the job just fine. These three points are easy to solve.

The key point is that the material used to tie the oily linen cloth to the bottom of the Kongming lantern is a very embarrassing and hair-raising thing.

Ordinary twine would definitely not work. If you use it to tie the lantern, the lantern would probably catch fire before it even flies into the sky.

Even if the rope was replaced with leather or animal tendons, the effect would not be much different. It would probably not fly more than two meters high before the rope would burn out, the fireball would fall from the sky, and the lamp made of snake skin would also fall down.

The best material is thin and soft iron wire.

But the problem is that there isn't one.

Not to mention thin and soft iron wire, even other copper wire, steel wire, aluminum wire...anything related to metal, the Qingque tribe does not have it.

The only metal products he had were hammers, chisels, axes... and this big one.

Not to mention that these things cannot be used to tie the oily cloth and connect it to the Kongming lantern. Even if it can be used, Han Cheng will not do it.

The reason is simple. To make such a heavy thing, how big a lantern and how big a flame would be needed?

This is really a life-threatening problem.

"Brother Cheng, what are you...what are you doing squatting on the ground?"

While he was deep in thought, Bai Xuemei's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Han Cheng, who had not noticed Bai Xuemei's arrival at all, was startled.

Looking up at the woman who walked without making any sound and who would be considered a minor in later generations, Han Cheng suppressed his shock and said, "You must be tired from digging the ground. Squat down and take a rest."

Lies come out of his mouth easily.

He would never tell anyone about the trouble he had with the Kongming lantern, even if he was beaten to death.

After all, Han Dashenzi is also a man who cares about his reputation.

How can I express how I, a person who came from later times, was stumped by such a tiny thing?

Especially in front of Sister Bai Xue, you can't say that you are not capable.

"So... why are you holding your head?"

The questioning from his soul continued, and Han Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart.

Sure enough, the deepest hurt always comes from the people closest to us.

However, the in-depth attacks from Snow White have clearly not ended yet.

Seeing that Han Cheng didn't answer, she tilted her head and thought for a while, then she said happily as if she had figured something out: "I know, it must be that holding your head to rest will help you recover faster."

As he spoke, he squatted down beside Han Cheng and, imitating Han Cheng's behavior, held his head with both hands, looking like two cabbages waiting to be stolen.

Han Cheng looked at his sister Bai Xue who was looking at him with joy, and a frown appeared on his forehead.

You know shit!

Did you know that you can easily get beaten if you do this?

His eyes swept over Bai Xue's belly, Han Cheng snorted inwardly, and ultimately he couldn't reach out his hand.

For the sake of the child, I will generously forgive you this time.

Han Cheng took his hands off his head, stood up, and stood with his hands behind his back again.

It was not because he was provoked by his stupid wife, but because a cloud of dust rose outside the courtyard wall and came quickly towards the gate.

Sure enough, as soon as he stood up, Shitou, carrying a hoe on his shoulder and holding a bamboo pole in his hand, appeared at the gate.

The bamboo branches behind the bamboo pole were not cleared away, and they were just pulling it all the way back. No wonder the noise was so loud, almost catching up with the noise made by the men in front of Dangyang Bridge, who tied branches to the horses' tails and ran back and forth.

While Han Cheng was complaining, Shitou had already rushed into the yard without stopping. The bamboo branches behind him swept the gate of the tribe, making it shake back and forth.

Before the gate became quiet, Shitou had already come to Han Cheng with a bamboo pole and a cloud of dust.

Not saying anything, just laughing.

But the meaning has been expressed very clearly, that is, I have got the bamboo pole back, let's get started quickly.

Han Cheng really wanted to hit him on the head a few times.

But he finally held back and after breaking the bamboo in half, he began to break the bamboo strips.

Han Cheng is not an expert at this thing, and he spent a long time trying to find a suitable one.

After understanding what the Son of God wanted to do, the stone was very smart and turned around and ran away without saying a word.

After a while, he came over with the limp one that he was pulling fast.

Seeing the lame figure, Han Cheng couldn't help but want to wail out loud.

This little bastard Shitou is really looking for trouble. He wants to kill himself!

Bo is a professional at breaking bamboo strips, and as the person who trained Bo, he knows this very well.

The reason why I knew that Bo had good skills but didn't go find him, but insisted on doing it myself, was because in addition to being a good worker, Bo was also a big mouth!

Any new things he knew would be quickly spread, especially when it came to Han Cheng creating new things, he was even more persistent.

In the past, Han Cheng enjoyed the atmosphere of many people gathering around to watch something strange. After all, it allowed him to pretend to be cool.

But this time, it was very different. He still had no idea about the refractory materials...