(Added more chapters on 7/12 and 8/18 for book friends' AT book rewards. There are too many words to fit in the chapter titles. Sniff...)
Many things in the world are like this, just separated by a layer of window paper. You just need to break it, and you can immediately get a completely new result. It is not impossible to discover a whole new world from it.
It's not easy to break through this membrane.
Just like the lameness now.
Putting things on wheels and making them into carts for transporting things is the most normal thing for people in later generations, but it is very difficult for people in the tribe to think of it.
If Han Cheng had not given suggestions, even based on the current foundation, it would have been very difficult for the people in the tribe to think of adding wheels to the sled, making it a vehicle, and harnessing deer and donkeys to pull the cart.
You can see this just by looking at Lame's reaction at this moment.
In fact, this is the biggest advantage of those who travel back in time, because they have knowledge that is many years ahead of others. When they deal with the things they encounter, they often feel that they are very common, or even take it for granted. In the eyes of people of this era, these things will cause an uproar.
Looking at the lame man who bowed deeply to him and praised the 'Son of God' respectfully, as well as the witch who joined him later, Han Cheng thought so with emotion.
It is no coincidence that Bo became the number one carpenter in the Qingque tribe. You can tell from the way he got excited after learning about the donkey cart and other things, and he couldn't wait to start making them.
The most critical part in making a two-wheeled donkey cart is not the sled-like body on top, but the wheels underneath.
This is really a very technical thing, especially the bearings connecting the two wheels.
Together with the weight of the car itself and the weight of the things loaded on the car, in time, all of them will be pressed on the bearings first, and then shared by the two wheels. You can imagine the weight they bear.
Before bronze was invented in the tribe, it was acceptable to use hardwood alone to make axles for some wheelbarrows. However, hardwood was not up to the task of making bearings for two-wheeled vehicles like donkey carts that were destined to carry a lot of things.
Therefore, the manufacturing of the donkey cart is not just the job of the carpenter Bo, but also the job of Heiwa, the craftsman who makes the mold, and the second senior brother who, in addition to the slingshot, specializes in copper and iron.
Han Cheng said that he needed to call his second brother and Heiwa to come over to study the matter, but before he could leave, the extremely excited carpenter Bo had already limped off and ran to find the two of them.
Seeing this speed, even Han Cheng, who had good physical condition, felt that he was far behind.
Not long after, Second Brother and Heiwa followed the excited Lame and came over with equally excited faces.
"Son of God!"
"Son of God!"
On the way here, the two men had already roughly understood through lame why Han Cheng called them here, so after coming to Han Cheng and greeting him, they began to look at Han Cheng with sharp eyes, waiting for Han Cheng to start issuing tasks.
Han Cheng was very satisfied with the attitudes of several people. He immediately took a piece of paper, a charcoal pencil, a ruler, a compass and other things, and began to draw two wheels connected by bearings on the paper.
After finishing the painting, he also shared some of his thoughts on it.
Han Cheng's most vivid memories of cart wheels come from his childhood when he and several friends in the village walked around the room to unload the wheels of an ox cart from the cart, with one wheel on the ground and the other in the air.
Hold it with your hand, and then push it hard, the wheel of the ox cart will start to rotate.
At an age when there were not many toys available, Han Cheng could play with such fun things for most of the day without getting bored.
However, the tires of the oxcart wheels at home are made of rubber, and where the bearing and the wheel are connected, in addition to the steel sleeve, there are small steel balls between the inner sleeve and the outer sleeve.
These substances mixed with engine oil will reduce the friction between the wheels and the axles, making the ox cart run lighter and more smoothly.
There is still a huge gap between knowing these things and actually doing them, but at least we know where we need to work hard.
Han Cheng pointed to the simple diagram and explained this to several people. Among them, Bo and Heiwa understood the fastest. Second Senior Brother, a coppersmith who had changed his profession late, was much slower and was much more difficult to teach than Heiwa and the other two who understood things quickly.
But during this process you must also be friendly and in a good mood, otherwise, such a big, majestic-looking man will look like he is about to cry, which is really hard to watch.
Fortunately, for things like bearing rings, the most important thing is Heiwa, the person who makes the mold. All he has to do is make the mold, and the second brother will cast it step by step.
The discussion about the donkey cart lasted until it was almost dark, and it was finally over.
By the time it was over, several more people appeared in the conference room. They were leading figures of the Qingque tribe who came there after hearing some news.
For example, people like Senior Brother, Shang, and Mao.
Everyone coming out of the conference room could not hide their excitement, and they couldn't wait to ride on that two-wheeled, donkey-pulled cart.
The core technical personnel such as Second Brother, Bo, and Heiwa are eager to roll up their sleeves.
If Han Cheng hadn't ordered them to get some sleep and get enough rest before trying again tomorrow, these guys would definitely have worked all night long...
"Brother Cheng, what is a donkey cart?"
When going to bed at night, Bai Xuemei, lying on the kang, asked Han Cheng, full of curiosity.
"It's like putting a big wheel on each side of the sled near the middle, and then harnessing a donkey to pull the cart."
Han Cheng explained aloud.
After thinking for a while, he said, "When the donkey cart is built in the Time Tribe and the road leading to the Tongshan Residential Area is built, we will harness the donkey cart and load canned food, dried meat, millet, pots and bowls on it. I will drive the cart, and you and Little Pea will sit on the cart. Then we can take Fu Jiang and Tuan Tuan with us to go to the Tongshan Residential Area to play.
Let me show you the blue pool on the Copper Mountain..."
In the future, when you are trying to pick up a girl, if you say that I will take you and the children to see the outside world by pulling the ox cart at home, then nine times out of ten you will be rejected. She will give you a blank stare and turn away.
Want to bring your kids along? That's just a dream.
But now it's completely different.
After Han Cheng brought out this donkey cart that didn't even have a key to make his belt fall down, and said that he would take her and the child out to play when the time came, Bai Xuemei happily hugged Han Cheng's arm tightly, with stars in her eyes.
Han Cheng sighed again. If the single comrades in the future knew that it was so easy to find a wife at that time and the requirements were so low, I wonder if there would be a trend of going to the Gobi Desert and touching the rock paintings with their hands...
According to Han Cheng's guess, if he traveled far enough, he might be able to find a beautiful woman with fair skin, a pair of long legs that could crush a watermelon, and blonde hair and blue eyes to be his wife.
Of course, the premise is that they can survive in such an era, not become food for wild beasts, and take them to take a bath...
On the next day, the people in the tribe got up very early, and many of them had dark circles under their eyes. The most obvious ones were Bo, Heiwa, and Second Brother, the three main people who built the donkey cart, and Bai Xuemei, who was so excited about going out for an outing in the donkey cart that she couldn't sleep.
So when the two chubby guys, Tuantuan and his mother, came over, they looked at them in confusion for a long time, then silently hugged the bamboo in their arms and turned away without saying a word...
"Chichi~Chichi~"
Outside the carpenter's room, the two apprentices brought out by Lame Yishou stopped weaving rattan armor and were working hard with the saw, sawing down along the straight line drawn with charcoal pencil and ruler. As the fine sawdust fell, a piece of wood standing there was gradually cut into boards.
Lame was squatting on the side, chopping a piece of wood with a bronze ax in his hand.
The sled is very similar to the donkey cart, but there are still some differences.
Moreover, it was a pity to destroy a good sled and turn it into a donkey cart. Besides, copper axles could not be manufactured in a short period of time. Time was relatively sufficient, so Bo planned to rebuild a donkey cart based on the sled and according to some suggestions Han Cheng made yesterday.
After making this new donkey cart, I will make wooden wheels...
Inside the pottery room, Heiwa was squatting there making a mold with the mixed mud. It was not very easy to make this new mold. He would look at two pieces of paper placed not far away for a while after working for a while.
On it were drawings by Han Cheng of the shapes of two wheels connected by bearings, as well as the appearance of a single bearing.
After looking for a while, he turned back and continued making the mold.
During this process, he destroyed many semi-finished molds made of mud.
The one squatting on the side helping to mix the mud was Wu's hand warmer Yuan. Yuan had a deep obsession with pottery, as he had often made pottery when he was in a semi-agricultural tribe.
Therefore, after arriving at the Qingque tribe, when she saw Heiwa starting to make pottery with mud, she would come over and watch with her eyes sharp.
After watching more, I will slowly start mixing clay and try to make pottery.
With Heiwa, a master of pottery, around, Yuan benefited a lot, and his pottery-making skills improved significantly compared to before...
"Alas~"
A carpenter apprentice, who was holding a long ruler made of wood in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other to draw straight lines on the wood, couldn't help but sigh.
Because he was not paying attention just now, he drew the line crookedly again. This was the third time he drew it crookedly.
The line was crooked. If it was not corrected, the whole piece of wood would become waste after the wood was cut along this line. So the apprentice could only find a piece of rag, dip it in water and continue to wipe it.
After finally wiping it clean, he ended up making mistakes again when painting, which made the apprentice so angry and anxious that he almost jumped on the spot.
Because there was only a small half left of the last piece of wood being sawed, and it would be completely sawed soon. If he couldn't draw the lines on the wood before this half was completely cut, then his work would be delayed.
And there is also the possibility of being criticized by the master.
The apprentice was anxious and wanted to draw the lines quickly, but the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made.
Seeing that the remaining wood was about to be untied and he had not yet finished drawing the line on the pillar, the apprentice was so anxious that tears kept falling.
"Why isn't the painting finished yet?"
The lame man who was chopping a pillar with an axe over there didn't hear the sound of the saw. He looked over here and saw that the two people pulling the saw had stopped and were standing in front of the apprentice who was responsible for marking the lines, watching. The apprentice was so anxious that he was wiping his tears. He immediately knew what was going on.
He frowned and asked with some severity in his voice.
This young apprentice has only recently started learning carpentry, so it's normal that he's not very skilled at marking lines. When those apprentices in the past learned carpentry from him, they weren't very good at marking lines at the beginning either.
Such things can be understood by me.
The reason why he seemed a little angry at this time was because he saw the apprentice wiping tears.
Everyone will encounter difficulties. When you encounter difficulties, find ways to overcome them. It is most unbearable to shed tears and be lame.
The young apprentice was already very anxious, and after hearing what Lame said, he became even more anxious.
Although he wanted to stop crying, he just couldn't hold it back.
This scene made Lame's brows furrow even deeper, and the two people who originally wanted to help him draw the line stopped what they were doing when they saw this.
In the Qingque tribe, crying when encountering hardship is really not popular.
"What's wrong?"
Han Cheng came out of the pottery workshop and walked towards here. After seeing the situation here, he asked.
"Son of God, he draws the line..."
Most primitive people have straightforward tempers, so Lame told the truth directly in front of the apprentice.
The apprentice, who was already crying, cried even harder, his whole body twitching as if he couldn't hold it back.
After Han Cheng learned about the situation, he smiled at Lame, asked about some details about the construction of the donkey cart, then turned around and walked towards the young apprentice.
Just like other children who are worried about seeing adults after making mistakes, this apprentice was the same.
It was already uncomfortable enough for him to be blamed by the old master for not drawing the lines properly, and then the Son of God, whom he respected the most, happened to come and encounter this incident at this time.
What made him most uncomfortable was that the Son of God was coming towards him at this time...
"Can't you draw well?"
Han Cheng came to the apprentice, squatted down and said.
This apprentice was born in the spring of the second year after Han Cheng arrived. His name was Mao Er. He got such a strange name because his ears were not round and somewhat resembled an irregular triangle.
According to the Qingque calendar, Mao'er, who was born in the spring of the second year of Qingque, has already passed his eighth birthday and is nine years old in terms of age.
Nine years old is still the age to go to primary school in later generations, but now Mao Er, in addition to learning some knowledge in Qingque Primary School, also has to do carpentry and other things.
This was the change that happened after his arrival. When Han Cheng first came, children as old as Mao Er in the tribe were treated as adults except for rarely participating in dangerous activities such as hunting.
"If you have a mountain, you have the support of the mountain; if you don't have a mountain, you have to bear it alone." Children from poor families have to grow up early, which describes the living conditions of most minors in this era.
Mao Er held his breath and tried desperately to hold back his tears, but things were so strange. It would have been better if the Son of God hadn't asked, but now that he asked, he could hold back his tears even more.
But he had to answer the Son of God's question, so the consequence of doing so was that when Cat Ear, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, opened his mouth to speak, he breathed too hard and a snot bubble formed from his left nostril at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The super big one almost covers half of the cat's face...
The tearful Cat Ears was confused by his own magical operation. He stood there and forgot to cry or reply.
Han Cheng, who saw all this, knew it was inappropriate to laugh out loud at this time. He endured it with difficulty for a while, but finally couldn't help it. He squatted there, holding his stomach and laughed out loud.
Han Cheng is a professional at holding back his laughter and normally wouldn't laugh so wildly.
Unless you can't help it.
Cat Ears, who was a little dazed after blowing out a huge snot bubble, looked at the Son of God who was squatting in front of him and was extremely respected. He was laughing so hard that he couldn't stop laughing. He was stunned for a while and finally couldn't help crying.
There were two people, one big and one small. One was squatting there holding his belly and laughing, while the other was standing there crying loudly. It was quite lively for a while.
People in later generations who don’t know the inside story will definitely think that it was the weird uncle Han Cheng who stole the kid’s bubble gum.
Um, bubble gum...
Seeing that Mao Er was crying even more sadly, Han Cheng mustered up great willpower to hold back his smile.
"Stop crying, go wash your hands and face. After you stop crying, I will teach you a way to draw the line quickly."
Han Cheng pretended to be serious and spoke to Mao Er in a rather dignified voice.
Sure enough, a serious face is more effective when dealing with a little guy like this. Looking at the cat-eared figure who was walking and scratching his face from time to time, Han Cheng, who had a serious face just now, covered his stomach and laughed silently again.
Just as he was laughing, he saw Mao Er turning his head back, and Han Cheng, who was very reactive, immediately turned his face into a serious one.
"Son of God, is there really a way to draw a line quickly?"
After Mao'er went to wash his face, Bo, who heard what Han Cheng said to Mao'er, came over and asked.
As an expert carpenter in the tribe, he didn't want to miss any improvements in carpentry and weaving.
"Yes, it is true, but I just remembered it."
Han Cheng nodded and spoke.
When Bo heard Han Cheng confirm this matter, he immediately smiled and was full of anticipation.
Han Cheng turned around and went back to his room to find a piece of thin hemp rope, and took out an ink block made by the witch. Then he added some water to a roughly fired ceramic inkstone and began to grind it slowly.
As he ground the water, it gradually turned black and became ink.
Lame stood aside, watching and thinking in his mind, trying to figure out how the Son of God could use these things to draw better lines.
To draw lines, one needs charcoal pencil, ink and brush, which the lame man knew of course. However, he was deeply puzzled as to why Han Cheng did not take out a brush but instead took out a piece of hemp rope.
Isn't hemp thread used to weave cloth or twist hemp ropes? Why did the Son of God take it out now?
"You hold this one."
After grinding the ink, Han Cheng put the hemp rope into the ceramic inkstone, leaving only the two ends outside.
After seeing that the hemp rope was soaked with ink, he pointed to the other end and said to Mao Er who had washed his face and walked over.
At this time, Mao Er was attracted by the rather strange thing that Han Cheng made. Except for the occasional uncontrollable sobbing, he no longer shed tears.
After hearing what Han Cheng said, he imitated Han Cheng and pinched the other end of the hemp rope with his hands.
Then, at Han Cheng's signal, the two of them pulled the hemp rope soaked with ink and walked one after the other toward the wood that Cat Ear had drawn the line on not long ago.
"Pull the twine up a little with your hands, and then loosen it."
At Han Cheng's signal, the two men pulled the ink-dipped hemp rope tight and aligned it over the marks that had been carved previously at both ends of the wooden pillar.
Han Cheng took a look and confirmed that neither side was right or wrong, then he spoke to Mao Er.
As he spoke, he used his free hand to imitate the motion of pinching the twine, pulling it upwards and then letting go.
After receiving Han Cheng's instructions, Mao Er stretched out his fingers and carefully pinched the ink-dipped hemp rope in front of him. After pulling it up a little, he released his fingers.
The pulled hemp rope bounced back and fell on the wood, leaving a clear black line on the wood, very straight without any bend.
Mao Er looked at his fingers stained with ink, then looked at the slightly trembling hemp rope and the clear ink line underneath the hemp rope, his eyes widened with surprise and disbelief.
He couldn't believe that the line that had made him cry before was produced so easily, and it was such a straight line with even thickness.
"Son of God..."
Mao Er raised his head and looked at Han Cheng with surprise and joy. He shouted in confusion and then didn't know what to say.
Han Cheng looked at Mao Er and smiled, "Come on, let's draw another line."
"Um!"
Mao Er nodded vigorously, and then he and Han Cheng moved the hemp rope to the next marked place.
This time, Han Cheng didn't need to say anything. Mao Er pinched the hemp rope with his fingers, pulled it up and then released it. As fine ink flew, a straight black line appeared on the wooden pillar again.
Looking at the straight black line on the wooden pillar and the hemp rope that he and Han Cheng were pulling, Mao Er's eyes lit up.
It wasn't just Mao Er whose eyes lit up. The eyes of the lame carpenter who was standing by and watching, as well as several other younger carpenters, also lit up.
Among them, the eyes of the first carpenter, Bo, became the brightest.
It seems to be a very easy task to draw lines on a tree trunk or a board using a ruler made of wood. However, it is not as easy as imagined, especially when drawing lines on a round wooden pillar.
Because except for a few kinds of wood, most of the wood is not smooth.
The most common thing is that one end is bigger than the other. It is not uncommon for wooden pillars to be bent or have some bumps on them.
A ruler made of wood is hard, and when it encounters such an uneven situation, it will be suspended in the air and difficult to fix. Sometimes, the charcoal pencil is too short and the gap between the ruler and the wooden column below is too large, making even the ruler unreliable.
Under such circumstances, even an old carpenter like Lame would sometimes make mistakes, let alone other people.
There is no need to worry about this with the soft hemp rope, and those uneven places can also be marked with ink lines.
Two points determine a straight line. As long as the marks carved on both ends are correct, after fixing the two ends of the hemp rope, pull it up and then release it, a straight line will appear, and it cannot be distorted.
Such a difficult problem has now been solved by the Son of God with such a simple method. Not only can the lines drawn with ink line be straight, but it is also very simple and easy to operate, and the speed is also very fast.
A line can be drawn in the blink of an eye, which is much faster than holding a ruler in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other.
"Son of God, I...I'll try..."
Seeing that three straight lines had been popped out on the wooden pillar, Bo, the number one carpenter, could no longer hold back. He rubbed his hands and said to Han Cheng excitedly.
Because he was too excited, he even stuttered when he spoke.
Han Cheng smiled and handed the hemp rope in his hand to Bo, asking Bo and Mao'er, the carpenter apprentice, to work together with Bo, the master carpenter, to draw the ink line.
"Amazing! It's really amazing!"
After imitating Han Cheng and his apprentice Mao Er and drawing several ink lines in succession, Bo, the top carpenter, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as he looked at the ink-dyed hemp rope and those neat and straight lines.
Such simple materials and methods have such good results. It is really amazing. The Son of God is worthy of being the Son of God!
While Bo was praising like this, several other people who were learning carpentry could no longer wait and tried this convenient and quick way of marking. They all had a look of amazement and admiration on their faces, as if they had eaten Xuanmai and could not stop at all.
The cat ears that had been crying because of the small scratch before, no longer cried. He was pulling the other end of the hemp rope, like a master. The feeling of beauty in his heart was indescribable.
After a while, Mao Er looked at the ink line in his hand, then looked at the Son of God standing beside him with a smile on his face. He felt warm in his heart, and at the same time, something else echoed in his heart.
It was the Son of God who pointed out a way for him when he was in the most difficult time, allowing him to escape from his previous predicament and taste a taste he had never tasted before.
It feels so good to no longer be blamed and to be able to hold one’s head high!
This apprentice, who could not be considered smart, or could even be called a bit stupid, was pulling the ink line in his hand. While feeling excited, he also secretly made up his mind to learn the skill well.
In life, the words and actions of parents, elders, teachers and other people have a great influence on children.
Especially for those children who have never been successful and have always lived without a sense of accomplishment, it is very necessary to achieve success in certain aspects and gain a sense of accomplishment under the guidance of their family or teachers.
Because this sense of accomplishment that they have never tasted before is likely to have a great impact on them, becoming a beacon and a source of strength in their future growth.
Han Cheng saw Mao Er's secretly clenched fists and his sparkling eyes, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He smiled and nodded vigorously at him, and clenched his right hand, pounding it hard on his chest to show his encouragement and recognition to Mao Er.
After seeing this scene, Mao Er hesitated for a while, then nodded vigorously at Han Cheng, clenched his right fist, which had not yet fully grown, and pounded his thin chest, making a loud pounding sound.
Looking at Mao Er beating his chest with a determined look on his face, Lame was briefly distracted.
Because through the cat ears, he suddenly remembered that the Son of God had just come over and took him to break the ice and catch fish.
It was also from that time that I, with my lame leg, began to slowly get rid of my status as a burden to the tribe.
How similar I am to the young Mao Er in front of me, holding the biggest fish given to me by the leader and crying.
The Son of God is like this, he is like a ray of light, always able to make these useless people live out their lives.
"Son of God!"
Recalling the past, Bo, with red eyes, suddenly bowed and saluted Han Cheng respectfully. His voice was not loud, but it showed great respect.
"Son of God!"
Maybe it was because he pounded his chest too hard and it hurt, but Cat Ears, whose eyes were red, imitated Lame and bowed to salute Han Cheng respectfully.
The voice, which still seemed a little childish, was also full of reverence.
The other carpenters sensed something and followed the example of Lame and Mao Er, bowing respectfully to Han Cheng.
Han Cheng looked at these people who bowed to him and couldn't help but sniff. This was just part of their job, so why make it so sentimental?
Seeing this, Han Cheng just wanted to say one thing - it's just a small effort, but there is still a lot we can do...
"This is just the simplest thing. For ease of use, you can also carve two square buckets out of wood, one large and one small, and fix them together on a long, flat wooden board.
The wooden board doesn't need to be too big, about 14 or 15 centimeters long and 5 centimeters wide will do.
There are two wooden buckets, the bigger one is at the back and the smaller one is at the front.
Then, drill a horizontal hole in the middle of the big bucket, flush with the opposite side, and then put a copper handle made of a small copper stick with a bent end like a crank, pass it through the two opposite holes and fix it.
Then wrap a roll of hemp rope around the copper stick in the wooden bucket, and then pass the outermost end of the hemp rope through the hole in the front of the wooden bucket.
The small wooden bucket in front also needs holes drilled in it, but the two corresponding holes are drilled vertically and are in line with the hole in the large wooden bucket for threading the rope.
Pull the end of the twine from the big wooden bucket and pass it through the two corresponding holes in the small wooden bucket.
After pulling it out, tie a small copper hook on one end of the hemp rope, put some rags in the small wooden bucket, and pour ink into it.
When using it, pull the small copper hook to pull the hemp rope, and the tangled hemp rope will loosen up in a circle. When passing the small ink fountain with ink in front, the hemp rope will be soaked in ink...
When not in use, just shake the copper handle on the ink fountain to completely retract the drawn line..."
After letting a few people stand up, Han Cheng began to explain to them the inkstone, a tool that carpenters cannot do without, which he suddenly remembered.
The structure of the inkstone is not complicated. Just by listening to Han Cheng's description, Bo had basically outlined the appearance of this inkstone that he had never seen before in his mind.
Looking at the dried, ink-stained hemp rope, and then carefully imagining the thing called the inkstone that Han Cheng had just mentioned, Bo Si, the first carpenter of the Qingque tribe, became more and more excited. Later, he could not help but salute Han Cheng again, praising the Son of God. This was the third time Bo Si had done this in the past few days.
After the ceremony, he couldn't wait to make the inkstone.
The other carpenters were also very excited and wanted to go over to see how the master carpenter made this magical-sounding inkstone.
Cat ears are no exception.
However, after he walked a few steps into the carpenter's room with a few people, he thought about it and stopped again. He stood there for a while, then picked up a bronze axe from the side, found a piece of scrap, put it on a wooden board, and started chopping with the axe.
After chopping a few times, he would stop, look at the wood, remember the shortcomings, and then continue swinging the axe to chop, with a serious expression.
There is a saying in Han Cheng's hometown, "Three years for an axe, two years for an adze, and only one morning for a large saw", which refers to the difficulty of mastering the tools used by carpenters.
Among them, the axe, the most common tool, is the most difficult to master.
This is why most carpenters start learning their craft by using a large saw to cut wooden boards.
Han Cheng, who walked into the carpenter's room with Bo and the others, saw through the window Mao Er squatting in the yard, chopping waste materials with an axe with a serious look on his face. The smile on his face became even more intense.
When a person has energy and spirit, does not want to continue to be a slacker, and wants to achieve something in certain areas, the whole person will become different.
The structure of the ink fountain is not complicated, and the materials needed are not difficult to find. In addition, it is small in size. Han Cheng, who used to pull a rope to shoot lines onto wood when he was a child, was giving some guidance and corrections. Two hours were wasted, and a brand new thing that should not appear in this era appeared.
Fortunately, this is a historical world. If it were a world of gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters, a time traveler like Han Cheng who always brings things that do not belong to this era would be very likely to be attacked and killed by the Son of the Plane...
However, when Han Cheng thought of Wang Mang, who was defeated by a meteorite summoned by the excellent great magician Liu Xiu using the meteorite summoning technique at the end of the Western Han Dynasty and looked like a time traveler, he became a little uneasy.
Who says that in the world of history there are no existences like the sons of the plane who have the synergy of heaven and earth and possess all the luck?
This sudden thought made Han Cheng shrink his neck, and he couldn't help but keep looking up, for fear that at some point, under the call of the Son of the Plane of this era, a meteorite would fall from the sky and smash him to pieces.
I looked like this several times in a row, and only after I saw the sky was clear and cloudless, did I slowly calm down.
At this time, Bo had already started pouring the ground ink into the small inkwell in front of him.
The rags stuffed in the small inkwell absorbed all the ink that Lame had poured into it.
In this way, the evaporation of ink can be slowed down, and even if the ink fountain is accidentally knocked over, the ink will not flow out and contaminate things.
At Han Cheng's signal, Lame, looking somewhat excited, hooked the small copper hook tied with a hemp rope on the side of the inkwell on the edge of a piece of wood, and then stepped back with the inkwell in his hand.
As the pulling force increased and the copper handle turned, the hemp rope wrapped around the copper handle was untied in circles. After passing through the wooden bucket in front filled with ink, the hemp rope was also dyed black by the ink.
Lame came to the flat wooden pillar, pressed the copper handle with the thumb of his left hand holding the ink fountain to stop the line from loosening, then bent down to align the line at this end with the mark that had been carved before, stretched out his other hand, pinched the rope, pulled it up and released it, and with a slight sound, the rope bounced on the wooden pillar, and a clear straight line appeared.
If the copper hook at the top of the ink string is well made, one person can complete the work of stringing, just like what he is doing now.
Although several people had seen the use of hemp rope for stringing not long ago, when they saw Bo use the newly made ink fountain to complete the task of stringing alone, the young carpenters who were watching on the side were all surprised and eager to try.
Looking at Lame holding the inkstone and the happy faces of several other carpenters, Han Cheng couldn't help but touch his head, thinking that it would have been great if he had thought of the inkstone earlier.
In this way, they can improve their work efficiency earlier.
Thinking of this, Han Cheng couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.
In the later life, he had seen many things, many of which had been sealed in his memory. If he did not encounter a certain opportunity, it would be impossible to forcefully recall them...
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