"Son of God, keep blowing, keep blowing!"
Just after dinner the next day, everyone couldn't wait to gather around, looking at Han Cheng with sparkling eyes.
Music has no borders and no time limits. Especially music that can be widely spread and sung for a long time has its own outstanding features.
Of course, it is not easy to cross racial lines, otherwise there would not be the saying of playing the lute to a cow.
The people of the Qingque tribe had never heard the flute before, but when they heard Han Cheng's song "Farewell" last night, they felt as if they were in the clouds. The feeling was so wonderful.
Although I can't express it in words, I can truly feel the beauty of music.
So just after dinner today, everyone was already looking at Han Cheng impatiently, expecting the respected Son of God to play another song for them.
Looking at the people looking at him with sparkling eyes, Han Cheng suddenly recalled the scene when he was a child, after dinner, half of the village gathered in one person's yard, watching a 14-inch black and white TV.
Unfortunately, now he is no longer one of the people watching TV, but has become that 14-inch black and white TV...
Of course Han Cheng would not spoil everyone's fun, so he took out the bamboo flute again and played a song "Farewell" in front of everyone.
When the flute sounded, everyone instantly quieted down. Listening to the beautiful flute music and looking at the Son of God playing the flute under the shade of the campfire, the eyes of many female primitive people in the tribe were shining.
In the past, they believed that strong men who had access to plenty of food were the most attractive, but now, looking at the Son of God playing the flute, their deep-rooted ideas were suddenly shaken.
Looking at the people looking at him with shining eyes, Han Cheng felt very pleased.
Of course, if all these primitive women with stars in their eyes were replaced by girls from later generations, Han Cheng would definitely benefit more and be extremely happy if he could gain such a large number of little fans at once.
However, with this flute that is not even third-rate, he would be lucky enough not to be stoned when he plays it in public in the future. He also wants to gain a lot of little fans? This is simply a pipe dream.
It seems that women in primitive times were easier to deceive!
"Son of God, keep blowing! Keep blowing!"
The song ended, and after a long silence, someone shouted out loud, still wanting more. With this lead, the others came to their senses and started shouting too.
They could never get enough of listening to this wonderful flute sound.
Han Cheng naturally would not refuse someone who was so supportive. He put the flute to his lips and the melody of "Farewell" flowed out again. Everyone was instantly quiet and intoxicated...
"Son of God, keep blowing! Keep blowing!"
It was late at night, and people who usually went to bed early were still full of energy and didn't want to go to sleep. They could not get enough of listening to the beautiful flute.
"Sleep! No more blowing!"
Han Dashenzi spoke, and the dissatisfied voices of the crowd were immediately suppressed.
This cannot be blamed on Han Cheng. Anyone who has played "Farewell" more than ten times in a row, whose lips are almost peeling and whose brain is lacking oxygen, and these guys are still shouting for it to be played again, will not have any better reaction than Han Cheng.
Of course, it would be fine if these guys bought tickets, and Han Cheng would be willing to let them come a few more times. But the key is that they don't even have tickets, and they still have so many requirements. How does this make sense?
As a result, everyone was suppressed by Han Dashenzi.
"Sleep well tonight, work hard tomorrow, and I will play for everyone tomorrow night."
As soon as Han Cheng said this, everyone who had been feeling a little depressed just now recovered instantly.
Han Cheng touched his numb lips and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sometimes, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.
Alas, there is no way, this is the trouble of being too outstanding...
“Ku~Ku~Ku~…”
In the chicken coop of the Qingque tribe, chickens were screaming in fear. However, no matter how scared they were, they could not escape the clutches of the great god Han.
Han Cheng grabbed a rooster by the wings and plucked three or four feathers from it before letting it go. Then he caught another unlucky guy and continued plucking.
At this moment, Han Cheng seemed to have some of the spirit of the witch when he made the brush, and he seemed to be turning into a hair-plucking maniac.
Fortunately, he only targeted poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese, and did not attack the rest.
After a lot of noise from chickens flying, ducks clamoring and geese wailing, Han Cheng left with a lot of harvest.
After watching the two-legged beast leave, the poultry of the Green Bird Tribe slowly calmed down.
Han Cheng stuffed four chicken wings into a thin bamboo tube about three or four centimeters long. After stuffing it in, he used some gum to stick it firmly in place. Then he pressed it together with the thin bamboo tube tightly in the middle of a round copper sheet with a diameter of about three centimeters.
After it was firm, Han Cheng threw this simplified shuttlecock into the air, and it fell down with the feathers facing up and the copper sheet facing down.
Seeing that it was relatively successful, Han Cheng picked it up from the ground and threw it into the air again.
But this time he didn't let it fall to the ground. Instead, when it fell, Han Cheng stretched out his foot to catch it and kicked it up again.
Kicking shuttlecock is not Han Cheng's strong point. He couldn't catch it after just two kicks.
"Brother Cheng, what's this?"
Because Xiao Xing'er was born not long ago, she needs more care from her mother Bai Xuemei. Also, she can't raise silkworms now, so Bai Xuemei has a relatively free life. Her favorite thing to do is to hold Xiao Xing'er and lead Xiao Wandou to follow behind Han Cheng like a little tail.
At this time, seeing Han Cheng doing strange things towards this thing he had never seen before, he asked curiously.
"This is a shuttlecock, which is kicked with the feet. Kicking it more often can help strengthen the body.
When winter comes and sports meet, shuttlecock kicking will be set as a special event. Women will compete with each other, and whoever kicks more will get a reward. "
Han Cheng explained to Bai Xuemei with a smile.
Then he kicked twice more, successfully increasing the number of kicks from two to three. Han Cheng was slightly proud of himself. This improvement was too obvious! In just a short while, he had increased it by one third!
"You come and play some kicks."
Han Cheng said with a smile to Bai Xue who was holding Xiao Xing'er.
"Brother Cheng, I can't."
Sister Bai Xue shook her head. This shuttlecock and this novel way of playing were the first time she had seen it, so naturally she didn't know how to play it.
"It's okay. It's easy. You can learn it by just kicking it."
Han Cheng took Xiao Xing'er from Bai Xue's arms and said to her with a smile.
He came here to give advice, like a senior veteran instructing a newbie.
"When you kick, try to keep your foot flat and move upwards, and don't use too much force. If you pay more attention, you can reach my level."
"Uh-huh."
Sister Bai Xue nodded obediently, with the nervousness, curiosity and uneasiness that are typical of a novice.
After Han Dashenzi gave a few more instructions and shared his experience, Bai Xuemei, who was a little cautious and nervous, threw the shuttlecock into the air.
“Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap…”
Han Cheng's face twitched as he watched the shuttlecock flying up and down on Bai Xuemei's feet. Was it necessary to slap her in the face like this? She was obviously a big shot, but she had to pretend to be a newbie here. Was it really okay to slap her in the face like this? ...
"Brother Cheng, your teaching method is really good!"
Bai Xuemei kicked shuttlecock twelve times in a row the first time she played it, and looked at Han Cheng with admiration on her face.
Even though Han Cheng was thick-skinned enough, he couldn't help but blushing at this moment.
"Hey, Brother Cheng, what's wrong with your face? Why is it so red?"
Looking at Bai Xuemei's innocent face, Han Cheng suddenly felt the urge to flee...
The appearance of shuttlecocks soon created a craze in the tribe. The female primitive people, who seldom had any recreational activities, were so happy to get these shuttlecocks that they wanted to take them out and kick them whenever they had nothing to do.
It has the style of those people in later generations who "carry a deck of cards around their waists and give them to anyone they catch."
Of course, if the shuttlecock alone was not enough to make these primitive women in the tribe so obsessed with it, but if shuttlecock kicking was linked to sheep-horn combs, it would not be surprising that such a trend could be set off in the tribe.
The sheep horn comb is different from the ordinary wooden comb. The sheep horn comb is not only comfortable to use, but also looks very beautiful. It is the thing that can most impress the hearts of tribal women.
If you use something like this as a reward for the top three players in shuttlecock kicking during the winter sports games, there is no doubt that these women will be tempted by it.
The sheep horn combs obtained through competitions are different from other things. The sheep horn combs obtained through competitions are awarded to individuals and are no longer public property.
After years of continuous development and the gradual enrichment of tribal resources, people have slowly developed some ideas of private ownership and are able to distinguish between the different concepts of what they own and what is publicly owned.
"Bang~"
Next to the furnace for casting bronze objects that was emitting white smoke, Heiwa was holding a gong hung up by a rope in one hand, and with the other hand holding a gong hammer wrapped in cloth, he was hitting the middle of the gong.
When the gong is struck, the surface of the gong vibrates and makes a sound.
The sound was louder than the previous one cast, but it was still far from the effect described by the Son of God.
This made Heiwa very distressed. He had made the mold very carefully and had made the gaps between the molds as thin as he could achieve by hand. However, the result of the cast gong was still not ideal.
Before, he always wanted to make something more challenging, but now Heiwa suddenly regretted it, because this gong was too challenging!
He had racked his brains but still couldn't make a gong that would produce the desired effect.
And now the weather is getting colder and colder, and heavy snow may fall at any time.
Time is so tight that Heiwa can't help but be anxious.
"Put the gong in a blacksmith's furnace and heat it up. Once it's hot, use a hammer to hammer the protruding round piece in the middle to make it thinner."
Han Cheng walked over and understood the difficulties Heiwa encountered. He took the unsuccessful gong in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, then spoke to his second senior brother beside him.
Copper cannot be forged repeatedly like iron, but it is no problem to heat the thick parts and then beat them thinner.
Han Cheng's most direct contact with the gong was when he was a child, he would patrol and beat the night watch with his cousin who lived next door and was more than ten years older than him, and his nephew who was five or six years older than him.
Cattle thieves were rampant in those two years. Three cattle were lost in Han Cheng's village alone within a year, and nearby villages also lost some cattle to varying degrees.
Therefore, each village began to organize people to patrol and keep watch at night.
Three households form a group, with each family sending out at least one person. They are divided into two groups for one night, one group responsible for the first half of the night and the other group responsible for the second half.
The three of them were carrying a gong. When they left the house, my mother told them over and over again that if they encountered a thief, they should hit the gong hard, but they should never go near the thief...
Of course, the village had been patrolling for more than a year, and no thieves were found.
However, the experience at that time was not in vain. At least when making the gong this time, he was not groping in the dark like he had been when making the oil press before. He could only grope step by step.
So after watching it for a while and comparing it with the gong in his memory, he was able to roughly see where the problem lay and offered some solutions.
The gong and the leather drum actually have some similarities. They both make sounds through the rapid vibration of the drum surface after being hit.
Nowadays, the gong surface is made too thick, the vibration is affected, and the sound will naturally not be too loud.
Of course, in addition to the vibration of the drumhead, another major reason for the loud sound of the drum is that the hollow drum barrel underneath has a certain sound amplification effect.
After hearing what Han Cheng said, the second senior brother immediately started to get busy, tidying up the iron furnace that had been idle for a long time and had not been used. It was originally built in order to get some iron from iron bacteria.
After putting the best charcoal in, he lit the fire and started to burn. Heiwa, who couldn't think of any solution, squatted there very consciously, pressing the hand drill-type blower to continuously send air into the furnace to increase the furnace temperature. He really wanted to see the gong repaired.
After most of the charcoal was burned, the gong with the rope removed was put into the furnace. After burning for a while, the second brother took it out of the furnace with a long-handled bronze pliers, placed it flat on a flat bronze ingot, and then held the bronze hammer and hit the protruding part in the center of the gong that looked like a bull's eye.
As the bronze hammers continued to fall, the area gradually became thinner.
Practice makes perfect. The second brother is the one who does the most of this kind of work in the tribe, so his skills are pretty good.
At the beginning, use great force to hit it. When it is almost done, slow down the force and try to eliminate the marks made by the hitting as much as possible to make it flat.
“Bang!”
After some careful processing, the gong was finally fixed. After tying the rope, Han Cheng picked up the gong hammer and swung it himself. A sound much louder than the previous one spread out.
It doesn't have the gong sound that I remember from later generations, but it works as it should.
Heiwa's worries were all gone and his eyes became bright. It turned out that in addition to casting, this method could also be used to repair the cast utensils!
The weather is getting colder and colder. Although heavy snow has not yet fallen, people can already feel that winter has really arrived.
The cold wind blew by, yellow leaves all over the sky fell, and the wild grass was blown down.
In such weather, cheers rang out at the future Wild Duck Station.
The people of the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe, led by the old primitive man, and the road construction team of the Green Bird Tribe, led by Gu, met here and joined together in victory.
They clasped their hands tightly together and laughed excitedly. After more than half a year and countless sweat, they finally built this road before the snow fell!
Although there are still many places where the bridges mentioned by the Son of God need to be built, it is undeniable that the main part of this road has been built by them!
After both road construction teams had compacted the last bit of the road surface together, they held each other's hands tightly.
At this moment, they are no longer members of any tribe, but a group of people working together for the same goal!
"Let's go, the road has been repaired. Now we can walk along this road and head to the main tribe!"
Shi Tou extended an invitation to these people with a smile on his face.
More than half a year of exposure to wind and sun, as well as determining the route here alone away from the tribe, and teaching minors from the two tribes Mandarin and Chinese characters, have made Shitou much darker and stronger, and he has also gained more composure and confidence.
Some roads can only be walked alone. After walking this road, the whole person will gain something more or less and become different from before. This is growth.
After spending more than half a year living with the people from the two tribes day and night, Shitou has developed some special feelings for them, and he knows their wishes very clearly. He understands that one of the main reasons they work hard to build the road is that they want to visit their own big tribe after the road is built.
Now that the road has finally been built, amid the cheers of the crowd, Shitou was the first to bring up this matter.
After Shi Tou sent out the invitation, there was silence, and then there was an even louder cheer. The minors from the two tribes jumped for excitement, with joy and anticipation in their hearts and eyes.
The adults from both tribes were also extremely happy.
After waiting for such a long time, they finally built the road and can go to the big tribe of this kind tribe and meet the kind Son of God!
However, after this joy lasted for a while, someone stepped forward to pour cold water on it.
The person who poured cold water was the old primitive man from the Wind Tribe.
Like everyone else, he was eager to visit the big tribe of the Kindness Tribe. However, after seeing the fallen leaves floating in the wind, the wild grass bent by the wind, and feeling the increasingly cold temperature, he suppressed the idea.
The weather is getting colder, winter has arrived, and heavy snow may fall at any time.
They had no time to waste.
Although the Son of God had thought of a way for them to continue living in the kind tribe during the winter, before doing this, they needed to go back to their tribe first and transport the salt and other things they had obtained from the kind Green Bird tribe over the past six months back to the tribe. The people who stayed in the tribe needed these things very much.
Moreover, they need to go back and tell the people in the tribe that they will continue to work in the kind tribe during the winter, otherwise they will be worried.
All of this needs to be done before the snow starts to fall, otherwise things will become unpleasant.
Whether the heavy snow fell before they returned to the tribe or after they returned to the tribe, it was a worrying thing.
Although the old primitive man also wanted to visit the kind-hearted Green Bird tribe, but after thinking about these things, the old primitive man could only suppress it temporarily, because compared with this matter, it was more important to arrange things before the heavy snow fell and then take these people back to the kind-hearted Green Bird tribe.
Because if things go wrong, they will have to spend the winter in their own tribe, and it will take a long time before they can come to the kind tribe again and meet these kind people.
The saying that people become more wise as they grow older is absolutely true, especially in this age where there are not many channels to acquire knowledge and experience, and people focus more on acquiring various knowledge based on their own experiences. Older people are generally smarter than younger people.
So when everyone was rejoicing about going to the Green Bird Tribe, the old primitive man from the Wind Tribe thought of more profound things.
After this meaning was expressed, those who were cheering immediately stopped cheering.
They thought carefully about what the old primitive man said and felt that it made a lot of sense. In order to spend the winter in the kind Qingque tribe, what they needed to do most at this time was to hurry back to their own tribe and then hurry to the kind Qingque tribe.
However, although they understood it, they couldn't avoid feeling bad. After all, they had been looking forward to this for so long, and it was finally going to happen, but something like this happened again.
After understanding everyone's concerns, Shi Tou began to laugh. Not only Shi Tou, but the rest of the people in the Qingque tribe, who understood the old primitive men's concerns, also smiled kindly.
If the old primitive people were worried about other things, they might not be able to help, but now, this is not a problem for them who took advantage of the heavy snow to destroy the semi-agricultural tribe last winter.
"We can still walk even in the snow. We have a way..."
Shitou smiled and explained to the old primitive people. As Shitou explained, the people from the two tribes, who were originally in a depressed mood, gradually showed joy...
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