After Han Cheng slapped his head, a new tool appeared in the tribe - a carrying pole.

For the Qingque tribe, where there are trees lying on the ground everywhere, it is very easy to find some suitable wood to make shoulder poles.

A one and a half meter long tree stick, as thick as an arm, with a notch carved on both ends with a stone knife, used to hold the rope on the water jar to prevent the jar from falling.

The middle section of the shoulder pole, about 20 centimeters long, is polished as smooth as possible so that it will not hurt the shoulders when carrying water.

The people in the tribe were once again impressed by the wonderful ideas of their Son of God.

The shoulder pole looks extremely simple, but it is surprisingly useful.

In the past, I felt it was heavy to carry a can of water at a time. Now I can carry two cans at a time and walk from the river to the wall that is being built in one go, a distance of more than three miles, but I don’t even feel tired!

(I inexplicably think of the advertisement for the New Calcium Medium Calcium High Calcium Tablets - when people get old, they just love it... Now there are New Calcium Medium Calcium High Calcium Tablets, one tablet a day, one tablet is equivalent to five tablets, you can climb five floors in one go, and it's not hard at all...)

It was just that my shoulders couldn’t take it at the beginning. After carrying water for a whole day, my shoulders were swollen.

But after this continued for a while, it was no longer a problem. People who were used to using a shoulder pole only felt that carrying water with their hands was stupid...

Because this wall needs to have a door, its construction is different from the previous wall. The specific difference lies in where the door is.

In order to make the door stronger and not affect the solidity of the entire wall by leaving the door, Han Cheng racked his brains.

The solution was to build a square doorpost with a side length of one meter directly where the door would be located during construction.

The square gatepost is connected to the wall on the west side, and extends another two and a half meters to the north on the north side of the gatepost.

In this way, a right angle will be formed here, and the two walls will support each other, which is much stronger than a single wall.

Moreover, when the wall is completely built, you can put wooden beams on the two two-and-a-half-meter walls and build a roof, so that the gate will become a house.

It can not only protect the door from wind and sun, but also place some simple tools here.

Especially in the hot summer, you can open the door, squat under the door with a bowl of rice, feel the cool breeze and put food into your mouth. It is such a pleasure.

How to install the door and make it sturdy and secure is a difficult point, but Han Cheng has also come up with a solution.

The focus is still on the doorpost with a side length of one meter.

When building the doorpost, Han Cheng placed an extremely hard wood with tree roots at a height of 30 centimeters, 1.2 meters, and 2 meters from the ground.

This kind of wood is 1.2 meters long and about as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

The end with the roots was driven into the doorpost. After it was built, it was impossible to pull it out of the doorpost because of the presence of these roots.

The 1.2-meter-long tree trunk was buried 90 centimeters into the doorpost, leaving 30 centimeters exposed outside.

This outside does not refer to the outside of the wall, but the inside of the wall, outside the gatepost.

Looking inside from the outside, you can't see the existence of the tree stump at all.

These three stumps are used to secure the door.

When the time comes and the door is built, just fix it on these three tree stumps.

And there is another advantage of installing the doors in this way, that is, all the mechanisms are hidden inside. Once the doors are closed and locked from the inside, they look like two large doors from the outside. If you want to remove the doors, you can only do it from the inside, and there is nothing you can do from the outside.

Time passes quietly, and every day seems to be no different from the past, but many things are quietly changing in this tranquility, and some even complete the process from birth to death.

The little wolf cub became more clingy and followed Han Cheng around all day long.

During this period, it has grown a lot and its wolf characteristics have gradually become obvious.

However, the wolf's character was not revealed much.

Han Cheng shook a small piece of wood in front of Fu Jiang's eyes, then raised his hand and threw it out.

Fu Jiang was the name Han Cheng gave to the little wolf cub, hoping it would be a good omen.

Fu Jiang, who had played this game many times, turned around and ran without Han Cheng's instructions. He quickly rushed to the wood that had just fallen to the ground, grabbed it in his mouth, and then ran to Han Cheng happily.

She placed the wood in Han Cheng's outstretched hand, then stuck out her tongue and looked at Han Cheng expectantly, like a child who had done something right and was eager to be praised.

Han Cheng ignored Fu Jiang and pointed at his tail in anger.

When Fu Jiang saw this, he seemed to suddenly remember something. His expression changed and he looked frightened.

Under Han Cheng's gaze, its tail hanging behind it curled up, and then began to swing from side to side, appearing very clumsy and laborious.

Seeing this guy looking at him with a wronged look on his face while wagging his tail hard, Han Cheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fu Jiang immediately stopped wagging his tail, and his aggrieved look disappeared. He jumped and danced around Han Cheng, looking at him with a flattering face.

Han Cheng then slowly took out a small bag made of animal skin from his arms, took out a finger-sized piece of salted dried meat from it and stuffed it into Fu Jiang's mouth.

The people in the tribe, including Chen who had been bitten by a wolf before, have now accepted Fu Jiang's existence. They are no longer like before, staring at Fu Jiang and looking as if they wanted to pounce on him and bite his ears when they see him.

Now they are happy to play with this new playmate.

Flames were rising in the cave, and the large vat of cooking broth was emitting hot white steam, and a rich aroma was spreading in the cave.

Fu Jiang squatted in front of Han Cheng, and like everyone else, he stared at the big vat, waiting for the order from his eldest brother to start eating.

Eating when you are hungry is always something you look forward to.

It’s just that the expectations of a lucky general are longer than those of ordinary people.

Because after it was looking forward to the big vat of boiling soup, it then looked forward to Han Cheng.

Under the expectant gaze of Fu Jiang, Han Cheng slowly and methodically picked up a vegetable from the bowl with chopsticks and placed it in the bowl specially for Fu Jiang in front of his feet.

When Fu Jiang saw the vegetable, he immediately fell to the ground with a plop, like a deflated ball, looking as if he had lost all desire to live.

However, his little movements of secretly looking at Han Cheng from time to time revealed his thoughts.

Han Cheng was already used to Fu Jiang's behavior of acting cute. He didn't look at Fu Jiang, but just ate his own food. He even made loud smacking sounds on purpose, as if the meat in the bowl was very delicious.

Fu Jiang waited for a while, but seeing that it was no use, he lay on the ground, reluctantly put his head towards his bowl, ate the wild vegetable dejectedly and with disgust, then looked up at Han Cheng.

Seeing that Han Cheng was looking at its tail, it quickly lifted its tail up and shook it vigorously a few times.

Han Cheng then took out a piece of cooked meat from his bowl and put it in Fu Jiang's bowl, and reached out and touched its head.

Pretending to be angry, Fu Jiang ate the meat while feeling Han Cheng's touch, his eyes half-closed in comfort, and his tail swayed from side to side...

(God has allowed me to meet so many book friends, I must ask for votes... If I don’t ask for them for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over - just like Mo Shoubai who is addicted to drinking Dali)