Gardenia is a very good thing.

When the white gardenia blooms, the sweet fragrance can be smelled from far away, comparable to that of osmanthus.

Moreover, compared to the small osmanthus flowers, the large gardenia flowers are more ornamental.

The gardenias that bloom after blooming are very good for making tea.

Of course, for Han Cheng now, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that the color of the gardenia is very good.

Seal two or three gardenias, throw them into the pot, boil them in water for a while, and the whole pot of water will be dyed yellow.

Two or three gardenias can have such a great effect. If you put more, the color will become even better.

The linen woven in the tribe has now begun to be dyed.

It is no longer just the gray-brown color dyed with smelly mud, but also the yellow color dyed with gardenia water.

The idea of ​​using gardenia water to dye linen was not Han Cheng's idea, but the grass in the tribe.

It happened when I was drinking gardenia tea and accidentally spilled the yellow water on the newly made solid linen clothes, leaving spots of yellow.

Everyone loves beauty, and Qingcao is no exception. Putting on the newly made linen clothes made her so happy that she even walked cautiously.

Now that my good clothes have been soiled, it would be strange if I felt good about it.

I immediately went back to the house, took off my clothes and washed them with water.

The result was different from usual. After the yellow gardenia water fell on it, it was as if it had taken root. The green grass almost tore the clothes apart, but it couldn't wash away the yellow stain on it.

Qingcao was so sad at that time that tears came to her eyes when she saw the clothes getting dirty just after she put them on.

Later, for some reason, an idea came to him and he used more gardenias to boil water, then threw the clothes into the water and boiled them vigorously. As a result, clothes with extremely beautiful colors came into being in the Qingque tribe.

As soon as this color came out, many people in the tribe immediately followed suit.

For a moment, all the clothes in the tribe were yellow.

This is often the case. Bad things are not necessarily bad things. At the same time, many things are discovered unintentionally.

Nature is selfless. It is rich in resources and can provide people with many of the things they need, provided that you discover and utilize them.

Compared with later generations, the plants and animals of this era were undoubtedly extremely abundant. Even the people of the Qingque tribe, under the leadership of Han Cheng, created large tracts of arable land around the tribe, and this situation did not change at all.

Red paint fell on a vine.

This vine is red all over. After peeling off the skin and soaking it in water, a basin of clean water will quickly be dyed red.

Based on this characteristic, Han Cheng named this vine red vine.

With the three plants of indigo, gardenia, and red vine, Han Cheng now has the three primary colors he needs.

The characteristics of these plants were discovered more than a year ago, at the latest, so they have all been preserved in the tribe.

Even though spring has just arrived and many plants have not sprouted yet, it doesn’t matter.

What was stored previously is enough for Han Cheng to use.

After going in and out for a while, three pottery jars were set up in the courtyard. Each jar was filled with half a jar of water, in which red rattan bark, gardenia, and indigo were soaked.

There was a flame burning under the pottery jar, and as the water temperature continued to rise, the colors contained in the three plants were quickly forced out and merged into the water.

Han Cheng was worried that the color wouldn't be enough, so he boiled it with all his might, and only stopped when only about a quarter of the water was left.

I found a brush and paper, dipped it in the boiled paint and painted it on the paper. The color was not particularly bright, but it was good enough.

Finding three spoons and a few small bowls, Han Cheng scooped up some red paint and some cyan, mixed the two together and stirred them, and then it turned into dark cyan.

Then scoop some yellow paint in, and the cyan paint turned black again.

Even though Han Cheng knew in advance that these colors of paint would change color when mixed together, he still found it very novel when he actually did it with his own hands. For a moment, he couldn't help but start scooping out several colors to make various combinations.

After tinkering with it for a while, I thought about it and found a small brush and several clean brushes of normal size.

Every time a paint was mixed, it was recorded on paper what kind of paint was used and how much of each type was used.

Then dip a clean brush in it and paint on the back to leave color.

After coming here for a few years, Han Cheng has developed the habit of keeping records.

It’s not that he loves to learn, but if you don’t keep records of many things, there is no way to achieve perfection.

"God...Son of God..."

Han Cheng, who was concentrating on painting a color on the paper, suddenly heard such a sound behind him, which frightened him so much that he shivered immediately.

When he turned around, he saw Wu. This guy had been standing quietly behind Han Cheng for a while.

Why are you here to scare people instead of catching your mice? How can you be so idle?

Han Cheng, whose mind had not yet completely calmed down, complained about Wu in his heart.

No matter how Han Cheng complained about him in his heart, Wu Ke was completely stunned by these three colors and the magical changes after mixing them together.

"Son of God...this...this..."

Wu pointed at the paint bowl, his expression filled with excitement and disbelief, and he could hardly speak coherently.

Seeing Wu's expression, Han Cheng generously forgave Wu for scaring him just now.

A sense of joy of 'bullying' primitive people and old people instantly rose in my heart and filled my entire chest.

"Well, this is just a small trick, not worth mentioning..."

Obviously, he was also surprised by the changes in the paint, which he had rarely come into contact with before, but at this moment, Han Cheng shamelessly pretended to be calm and indifferent.

It seems as if these things are really not worth mentioning.

The honest witch was really fooled by Han Cheng's nonchalant look. This thing seemed very magical to him, and the Son of God actually said that it was just a trivial matter?

With just a slight comparison, the huge gap was immediately revealed, and the worship of the Son of God in my heart suddenly turned into a surging river...

The arrogant Han Dashenzi satisfied his vanity greatly through the witch's reaction, and then he stopped "bullying" the elderly.

He handed the spoon in his hand to the witch and gave remote commands from the side, letting the curious witch do these things on his behalf.

Water of different colors, when mixed together, would actually turn into another color. This magical transformation amazed Wu.

So, after all the trouble, by the time Han Cheng remembered his business, the three pigments of red, yellow and green had been used up.