"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 instantly recovered.
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.
声音与之前铸造出来的相比要大上一些，但是还是远没有达到神子所讲述的那种效果。
这让黑娃的十分的苦恼，他已经非常的小心的去做模子了，已经把模子之间的缝隙弄到了他手工能够达到的最薄的程度了，然而铸造出来的铜锣效果还是不理想。
之前的时候，他老是想要做比较有挑战性的东西，现在黑娃忽然间就有些后悔了，因为这铜锣的挑战性实在是太大了！
他已经绞尽脑汁了，还是弄不出效果理想的铜锣来。
而且现在天气越来越冷，指不定什么时候，就会有大雪降下。
时间如此紧迫，由不得黑娃不着急。
“把这铜锣放在打铁炉子里面用火使劲烧烧，烧热之后，用锤子把最中间的那一片突出的圆片捶打的再薄一些。”
韩成走了过来，明白了黑娃遇到的困难，又把这个不成功的铜锣拿在手里仔细的观看了一会儿，出声对一旁二师兄说道。
铜这种东西不能和铁一样可以反复的锻打，不过把厚的部分烧热之后给敲打薄还是没有什么问题的。
对于铜锣，韩成最直接的接触就是儿时跟着隔壁大他十多岁的堂哥，以及一个大他五六岁的侄子一起进行巡逻打更。
那两年偷牛贼非常的猖獗，单单是韩成所在的村子一年之内就丢了三头，附近的村子也都或多或少的丢了一些。
所以各个村子之间就开始了组织人晚上的时候进行巡逻打更。
三户人家为一组，一户人家最少出动一个人，一夜分两组，一组负责前半夜，一组负责后半夜。
三人拎着一个铜锣，从家里面出去的时候，老娘一遍遍的交代，说是遇到小偷的时候就把手里的铜锣使劲的猛敲，可千万不要往贼的身边去……
当然，村里里巡了一年多的锣，一个人贼人也没有发现过。
不过那时候的经历，并没有白费，最起码在这个时候制造铜锣的时候，他不会像之前制造榨油机那样的抓瞎，只能一步步的不断摸索。
所以一番的观看之后，和记忆里的铜锣做了对比，他大致上能够看出问题所在，并给出一些解决的方法。
铜锣与皮鼓其实是有一定相通之处的，都是在遭受到击打之后，通过鼓面的快速震颤而发出声响的。
如今锣面被弄的太厚，震颤受到了影响，声音自然也就不会太大了。
当然，鼓的声音大除了鼓面的震颤之外，还有一大原因就是下面中空的鼓桶起到了一定的扩音的效果。
听了韩成的话之后，二师兄立刻就开始忙活起来了，把闲置了许久都不曾用过的、当初为了从铁细菌里面得到一些铁而弄得打铁炉子收拾好。
往里面放入顶好的木炭之后，点着火开始烧，想不出什么办法来的黑娃非常自觉的蹲在那里，一下一下的按着手压钻式的鼓风机不断的往炉子里面送入空气，提升着炉温，他是非常想要见到铜锣被整治好。
大部分的木炭都被烧着之后，解掉绳子的铜锣被放入了炉子之内，焚烧了一阵儿之后，二师兄用一个长柄的青铜钳子将之从炉子里面夹出来，平着放在一个表面平坦的青铜锭上，然后握着青铜锤对着铜锣中心的、那一块看起来如同靶心一般的、比较突出的部分捶了下去。
随着青铜锤的不断落下，那里渐渐被砸的变薄。
熟能生巧，二师兄是部落里做这些工作做多的人，所以手艺还是不错的。
一开始的时候用大力气砸，等到砸的差不多之后，就放缓了力气，把上面砸出来的痕迹尽可能的给消除掉，弄的平坦。
“哐！”
好一番的仔细处理之后，这个铜锣终于被弄好，绑上绳子之后韩成拎着锣锤亲自抡了一下，一声比之前要响上许多的声音随着扩散开来。
没有记忆中后世的铜锣声响，不过凑合着也已经能用了。
黑娃的苦恼尽皆除去，眼睛变得亮亮的，原来除了铸造之外，还可以通过这样办法对铸造出来的器具进行休整！
天气变得越来越冷，虽然大雪还不曾降下，但人们已经能够真真切切的感受到冬天真的已经到来了。
寒风呼啸着吹过，漫天的黄叶纷纷飘落，荒草被吹的弯下了腰。
这样的天气里，未来的野鸭驿站这里却响起了一片的欢呼声。
以老原始人为首的风部落和邻风部落的人，以及以谷为首的青雀部落修路队的人在这里相遇，胜利汇合。
他们的双手紧紧的握在一起，神情激动的哈哈大笑，经过了大半年的时间，流下了无数的汗水，他们终于还是赶在落雪之前把这条路给修建了出来！
虽然还有不少地方需要架设神子说的桥梁，但是不可否认的是，这条路的主体已经被他们给修建了出来！
当双方修路队把最后一点路面给共同的夯实以后，他们彼此之间的手就紧紧的握在了一起。
此时的他们，不在是哪个部落的人，而是一群为了同一个目标而共同努力奋斗的人！
“走，路修好了，现在可以沿着这条路走下去，前往主部落了！”
石头满面笑容的对着这些人发出了邀请。
半年多的风吹日晒，以及远离部落独自在这里进行道路确定，外加教授两个部落的未成年人学习普通话、汉字，让石头变得黑了许多也壮了许多，同时多出来的还有从容与自信。
有些路只能一个人走，当走过这段路之后，整个人都会或多或少的收获到一些东西，变得和以前不太一样起来，这就是成长。
和两个部落的人朝夕相处了大半年的时间，石头对两个部落的人已经有了一些别样的感情，而且对他们这些人的愿望也知道的非常清楚，明白他们努力修路的一大原因就是想要在道路修建好了以后，到自己的大部落去看看。
如今这条路终于修建完了，在众人的欢呼声中，石头第一时间就把这个事情给提了出来。
石头的邀请发出之后，这里静了静，随后就爆发出了更为热烈的欢呼声，两个部落的未成年人们兴奋的一蹦一蹦的，心里眼里都是欢喜和憧憬。
两个部落的成年人们，也都欢喜的不行。
等了这么长时间，如今他们终于把路修建完，可以到这个善良部落的大部落去了，可以见到那个善良的神子了！
然而，这样的欢喜持续了一会儿之后，有人站出来泼了冷水。
泼冷水的人是风部落的老原始人。
他和其余的人一样，也非常的渴望去善良部落的大部落去看看，然而，在看到那随风飘落的诸多落叶，以及被风吹弯了腰的荒草并感受到了越来越冷的气温以后，还是将这个念头给压了下来。
天气越来越冷了，冬天已经到来，大雪随时都有可能会降下。
他们没有时间再耽搁了。
虽然之前的时候神子替自己等人想到了办法，可以让自己等人在冬天的时候也能在善良的部落继续生活，但是在做这件事情之前，他们需要先回自己部落一趟，把这半年多来从善良的青雀部落的到的食盐这些东西运回部落，留在部落里的人非常需要这些。
而且他们冬天的时候继续在善良的部落干活的事情也需要回去告诉部落里的人，不然的话部落里的人会担心的。
这些都需要赶在下雪之前做完，不然的话，事情就变得令人难受了。
不管是他们没有回到部落之前大雪就落下，还是回到部落以后大雪降下，都是一件令人犯愁的事情。
虽然老原始人也非常的想到去善良的青雀主部落看看，但是想到这些之后，老原始人就只能是将之暂时压下了，因为和这件事情相比，赶在大雪降下之前把事情安排好，然后带着这些人重新回到善良的青雀部落更加的要紧。
因为一个弄不好，自己等人就要在自己部落过冬了，需要好久好久才能再次前来善良的部落，见到这些善良的人。
人老成精，这句话说的一点都不假，尤其是在这个没有太多获取知识、经验的渠道，更加注重根据自己的经历来获取各种知识的年代，年老的人，普遍要比年纪小的人更为聪明一些。
所以在众人都在为将要去青雀主部落的欢喜的时候，风部落的老原始人却想到了这些更为深远的东西。
这样的意思表达出来之后，欢呼雀跃的人立刻就欢呼不起来了。
他们仔细的想了想老原始人说的话，觉得非常的有道理，为了这个冬天可以在善良的青雀部落度过，他们此时最需要做的就是赶紧回自己部落一趟，然后再赶紧往善良的青雀部落赶。
然而，明白是明白，但心里不好受却也一样是不能避免的，毕竟这件事情他们期盼了这么久，终于可以实现了，却又发生了这样的事情。
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...