Han Cheng was preparing for his ultimate move, but the eldest brother and others who had been kicked outside were in a much better mood than before.

After a few years, the people in the tribe have long been accustomed to the Son of God's personality, and by the way, they have also become accustomed to being kicked in the buttocks by the Son of God.

So much so that even now, some people would feel uncomfortable if they did not do well in some aspects and were not kicked a few times by the Son of God.

Although the Son of God did not give a clear answer today about not demolishing the wall, the time was postponed for a long time, which could at least dispel some of their worries...

That night, most people in the tribe did not sleep well. Some were even awakened from their dreams. After a moment of confusion, they realized that it was just a dream and that the tribal wall was still there. Only then did they gradually calm down.

But when I thought of the big words written by the Son of God outside the wall today, this sense of security quickly disappeared.

Although the Son of God said that after the current wall was demolished, a new, taller wall would be built, many people still felt worried.

Because building a wall is not a matter of overnight. It takes a long time from the demolition of the old wall to the construction of the new wall. In other words, for such a long period of time, the tribe will be in a state without the protection of the wall.

Thinking about the scene he saw in his dream not long ago, he lost his sleepiness...

In the room, after helping Little Pea urinate in a clay urinal, Han Cheng, who was preoccupied and not sleepy, lay on the kang, staring in the dark, thinking about what he was planning.

It's time to give these guys in the tribe a good shock!

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng finally figured things out. He finally felt sleepy and fell asleep soon after closing his eyes.

The next morning, after Han Cheng got up, he went to look for the paper that Shi Tou had made during this period. Of course, he was not in a hurry to go to the toilet, but to find suitable paper for painting!

That’s right, painting!

This is the move that Han Cheng is about to release.

He had already thought about it last night. He wanted to draw a plan for the tribe!

This will make these things more intuitive and easier for him to plan.

Make the new tribe as reasonable and beautiful as possible.

To avoid the current situation where there is a lack of planning and when a building is needed, it is just built in a general area, resulting in a mess.

One is that after the rendering is completed, we will shock these inexperienced guys in the tribe.

Now you think that living in a tribe is pretty good, but that’s because you haven’t seen anything better. After you see the finished renderings, you’ll see if you will still think so.

Han Cheng thought rather proudly.

The paper in the tribe is not too big. A whole piece of paper is only about 1.2 meters long and 60 centimeters wide.

Judging from Han Cheng's relatively crude painting skills, such a small piece of paper was obviously not enough for him to draw the plan of the Qingque tribe.

So after flipping through it for a while and tearing off some papers, Han Cheng went to the toilet and came back. He then found Shi Tou and Bo and asked Bo to make something that was one meter and two meters wide and two meters long to dry the papers.

Compared to Shitou who likes to ask questions, Lame who gets down to work without saying anything is a lot easier to watch.

Looking at Shi Tou who kept asking himself what such a large piece of paper would be used for and what a rendering was..., Han Cheng really wanted to tell Shi Tou the story of his neighbor who was still in good health at the age of ninety.

But I was worried that I would discourage this guy, so I had to endure his millions of questions and slowly tell him some related things.

After waiting for a long time for Bo to finish making the large-sized paper-drying machine, Han Cheng stuffed the machine into Shitou's arms and urged him to make paper quickly. As for Han Cheng, he was so annoyed that he took the opportunity to run away.

He now completely understood why Sun Wukong was subdued by Tang Seng.

Looking at the Son of God's hurried steps, Shitou blinked his eyes with a bit of grievance. He still had a lot of questions he hadn't asked, so why did the Son of God just leave?

Although I felt regretful, I still ran to make paper with the newly made thing.

Just now, the Son of God said a lot of things that he had never heard of before, which immediately aroused Shi Tou's curiosity.

So he wanted to make good paper as quickly as possible, and then go and see the Son of God do new things.

If you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools. Han Cheng, who has practiced for several years and whose painting skills are not that good, needs the help of tools if he wants to draw a picture that will amaze everyone in the tribe.

Han Cheng walked to a distance and quietly turned back. Seeing that the stone had run to the cave to make paper, he quietly turned back.

After finding Bo, let him use the tools to make a batch of rulers, compasses and other things.

As for the right-angled triangle ruler, it is relatively easy to make if you have a compass.

Use one diameter of the circle as the hypotenuse and the other point on the edge of the circle. No matter how you connect them, the result will be a right triangle.

If you find two perpendicular diameters of the same circle, you can easily make an isosceles right triangle.

Such things are not difficult for Han Cheng.

With a compass and a ruler in hand, he drew a few strokes on the paper, and two different right-angled triangles appeared. As for using three wooden boards to make the triangle he drew, that was a difficult task.

After explaining the paper and tools, Han Cheng had to do the rest by himself.

The next thing he was going to do was to get some paint.

According to his painting skills, using charcoal alone would not be enough. If he wanted to shock the people in the tribe enough, he had to add color to the painting.

The same principle applies to some chefs whose cooking skills are not very good and who focus on spices.

As for pigments, there is no need to worry about that. Although he is just a liberal arts student, he knows that red, yellow and cyan are the three primary colors. With these three pigments, he knows that all colors can be mixed in theory.

Don't worry about the cyan pigment. 'Cyan is derived from indigo, but it is bluer than indigo. Ice water is made from it, but it is colder than water.' Without saying anything else, this ancient text alone has already revealed a way to obtain cyan pigment.

People say that if you master math, physics and chemistry, you won't be afraid to travel around the world. Facts have proved that learning classical Chinese well is equally important.

At least while filling himself with chicken soup, Han Cheng has so far learned the methods of three things from ancient texts: printing press, wheel, and blue fuel.

As for the yellow pigment, there is no need to worry about it, because there is a gardenia not too far away from the tribe.