The people of the Qingque tribe were immersed in the painting in front of them, and when they heard Shi Tou's words, many of them came to their senses.
Yes, they have to farm, mow the grass, and... after doing so much work, how can they have spare energy to do these things?
How could the tribe be built into this state when the millet is ripe?
Shitou's words were undoubtedly like a bucket of cold water poured on their heads, dampening everyone's enthusiasm. They felt extremely uncomfortable as they wanted to quickly turn the things in the painting into reality.
Han Cheng had already considered starting the construction. After the spring plowing, the tribe would be relatively idle.
When the time comes, let the women and children in the tribe do the relatively easy tasks such as weeding and loosening the soil, while the strong men will participate more in the construction of houses.
Although the tribe is a bit crowded now, given the low requirements of the people for living space and environment, there will be no problem in the next two or three years.
Two or three years is enough time for everyone to get all of this done.
Moreover, the houses that are built one after another can be put into use one after another. It is not necessary to wait until everything is built before starting to use them.
Han Cheng told everyone his plan with a smile, and everyone who had been worried just now immediately felt enlightened.
Yes, these can be built slowly, there is no need to build them all at once.
Just like the houses and walls that the tribe has now, they were built one after another.
After hearing Han Cheng's explanation, Shi Tou understood it for a while, then he couldn't help scratching his head. Since the wall wasn't built when the millet turned yellow, why did you paint the fields around the wall with yellow millet?
Painting ripe millet and fruits certainly makes the whole painting more attractive.
For everyone in the tribe, the yellow fruits are always more attractive than romantic things.
Han Cheng, who knew the temperament of everyone in the tribe well, naturally had to prescribe the right medicine.
The witch, whose body had been shaking like a sieve for a while, finally calmed down.
The bucket of cold water poured down by Shi Tou made him realize a problem.
That is the tribal wall.
The scale of 1:200 was written next to the witch's hand. As a studious old man in the tribe, the witch knew something about scale.
Because before Han Cheng, when teaching and drawing maps, he had specifically talked about the issue of scale.
After roughly estimating the length of the painted wall and doing another rough calculation, although he did not come up with an accurate number, the witch understood that the painted wall was far longer than the current wall of the tribe.
If you look at the picture more carefully, you will find that many buildings exceed the scope of the current walls.
If we want to build all these buildings, then the existing walls in the tribe must be torn down...
The wall is the most time-consuming thing in the entire tribe. Not to mention building it, just tearing down the existing wall will take a long time.
If you want to build a bigger wall than the current one, it will take even more energy.
Not to mention the other things like the houses, just the demolition and reconstruction of the walls would probably not be completed by the time the millet harvests.
For such a long period of time, the tribe will lose the protection of the wall, then...
Although the tribe is now large in number and has many bronze weapons, the witch feels uneasy when he thinks about the fact that there was no wall to protect them for such a long time.
He hesitated for a while, but still told the story.
As soon as Wu said this, Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat. How could he have forgotten about this matter?
The other people in the tribe who were excited about the bright future were also stunned at this time. There was no doubt that the cold water poured by the witch was much more powerful.
If stones are counted by the scoop, then witches are counted by the bucket.
Han Cheng had indeed not thought about this period of time when he was planning. When Wu said this, he felt something was wrong. How could such a big loophole be left?
However, his daze lasted only a short time, and after a moment he had thought of a solution.
The solution to this problem is actually very simple, that is, do not demolish the wall first, but build the large outer wall first, and then demolish the old inner wall.
It’s just like when you first want to build something in the tribe, you choose to build a wall first, and after safety is guaranteed, you build houses inside the wall.
In this way, the tribe’s defense will not be a problem.
He had not noticed this problem before, but now that Wu mentioned it, the solution came out.
Han Cheng smiled and told everyone the solution. After being poured a bucket of cold water, Han Cheng added fuel to the fire and soon the fire was burning again.
Wu's eyes also lit up, and he thought this method was indeed very good.
So, without any worries, everyone in the Qingque tribe became excited again after confirming the feasibility of this matter.
This rendering that Han Cheng had painstakingly drawn was regarded as a treasure by everyone in the tribe. They took turns stepping forward to look at it carefully with anticipation and excitement, imagining what it would be like to live in it in the future. Everyone was extremely excited.
Wu stood beside the painting like a miser. Those who wanted to reach out and touch the painting were slapped in the face by Wu without exception, for he was afraid that the painting would be damaged.
If Han Cheng had not repeatedly declined, there would definitely be a grand party in the Qingque tribe tonight.
Because the witch wanted to inform the respected gods of heaven of this great event through sacrifice.
One picture can cause a thousand waves. As soon as this rendering came out, the people of the Qingque tribe became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
For a while, everyone was talking about this matter, and many people were imagining what it would be like to live in such a tribe...
As night fell, the heat dropped a little. Han Cheng, who was lying on the kang, was not as excited as everyone else because he was thinking about the old wall.
The method he had suggested to everyone in the afternoon, which was to build a new wall and then demolish the old wall, always made him feel that it was not quite right.
On the one hand, it is not easy to build a wall, and on the other hand, it would be quite troublesome to demolish it. Thirdly, although he wrote the word "demolish" on the wall, no one would give him generous compensation after it was demolished.
After all, he is the boss of the tribe.
After thinking for a while, Han Cheng reached out and slapped himself hard on the head twice.
Why do people always want to tear down the wall? Wouldn't it be better to leave it here as a city wall?