Han Cheng had never imagined that asking his eldest brother and others to go to the north to bring back the remaining people of the tribe would have such an effect.
He didn't think so far ahead. He just wanted to bring these people back to serve as slaves in the tribe so that the tribe would become stronger.
I really didn't think that these new slaves would identify more with the tribe and label themselves as kind.
Alas, this is the benefit brought by having one's own tribe be too powerful. Even if they become slaves to one's own tribe, it is better than their previous life.
Alas, this person is too good, and the tribe is too powerful. There is nothing we can do about it. Even an unintentional action can bring such a big unexpected gain. This is also very frustrating...
In the office, Han Dashenzi, who had finally finished drawing the saddle pattern, had a smile on his face after hearing the news reported by Caogen, a slave, after the old slaves had summarized it. He looked as if he had been hit by a fart.
The kind of person who gets an advantage and still acts ungratefully deserves a beating.
Fortunately, the grassroots people on the side did not know the inner thoughts of their Son of God, otherwise, the tall and mighty image of the Son of God in their minds would collapse in an instant.
"Well done. Go ask around and see who can recognize the road. Find more people who can remember the way and have them go back with the team. It would be best to look for them according to their original tribes, with at least one person from each tribe. This way, we can avoid leaving out people from any tribe..."
After getting the advantage, Han Dashenzi, who was very conceited for a while, affirmed what Cao Gen had done and gave him new instructions, asking him to find some people who knew the way and wait for him to go north with his eldest brother and the others.
After receiving the affirmation from the Son of God, Cao Gen seemed very happy. This guy who once drooled over the deer of the Qingque tribe and was abducted by the evil witch of the Tengshe tribe, has long become a real member of the Qingque tribe.
After smiling naively, he went out very enthusiastically and went directly to the slave yard to do what Han Cheng had just instructed him to do.
Han Cheng stood up and stretched hard, then thought about what Cao Gen had just told him. He couldn't help but chuckle for a while before going out to find Bo.
At this time, the sun has set and it is time for the weary birds to return to the forest.
Not only the birds, but also the deer in the tribe and the large number of dogs following the deer also returned to the tribe.
Not far away, there were bleating sounds, and from time to time there were the sounds of whips breaking through the air, mixed with some shouting.
These are the people from the original sheep tribe, including Lao Yang, who are driving their well-fed sheep back.
In places like the chicken coop and duck house, some female primitive people in the tribe brought some children and put chopped grass mixed with some rapeseed and relatively shriveled millet into the chicken coop and duck house so that these guys could have dinner and go to sleep.
It is very necessary to feed the chickens. This will not only help them grow meat, but also allow the hens to lay more eggs.
Now, the chickens in the tribe have been domesticated from generation to generation for more than ten years. They have basically lost their wildness and their living habits are becoming more and more like those of chickens in later generations.
After a while, Han Cheng wants to try to take a small number of chickens out of the chicken coop and let them roam freely in the yard to see if their wildness will return. If not, he will take more chickens out of the chicken coop and let them roam freely.
After letting the chickens roam freely in the yard for a while and making sure they will not return to the wild, Han Cheng will try to move them outside the yard to let them survive.
In this way, a lot of food for feeding chickens can be saved, and it can also effectively reduce insects such as grasshoppers in the fields.
Of course, there is a prerequisite for doing this, which is that you need to first build a fence around the tribe's vegetable garden, otherwise these guys, who are also omnivores, will peck at the leaves of the green vegetables in the tribe.
After standing here for a while, a man came over from a distance, taking deep and shallow steps. It was the lame man Han Cheng was looking for.
Lame already knew that the Son of God was going to make two new tools that could be installed on the donkey's back to make it easier to ride. Mao told him not long ago.
As a skilled craftsman in the tribe who is as famous as Heiwa, Bo is of course responsible for such tasks.
Therefore, after receiving the news, Bo hung around here, keeping an eye on the movements here, waiting for the Son of God to draw the blueprint of the tool.
Seeing Han Cheng coming out of the room with the blueprint in his hand, Bo naturally hurried to greet him impatiently.
When Han Cheng saw Lame coming over, a smile appeared on his face.
More than ten years have passed quietly, taking away many things and leaving many things behind, but there are some things that time cannot change, such as the fact that a lame person never fails.
After more than ten years, Bo was no longer the person who had to eat fish intestines filled with mud and sand to fill his stomach and still could not get full when Han Chengcai came.
However, Bo's characteristic of not letting go once he grasps a glimmer of hope and constantly working hard for it has not changed.
Although he looks a little older than before and his hands have been somewhat deformed, he is still working hard for the tribe and for himself.
Originally, according to Han Cheng's idea, these drawings were to be shown to Bo tomorrow.
Because he knew that this guy, who had always been a workaholic, would study hard and have trouble sleeping tonight after getting the drawings.
However, the journey north had to be carried out as quickly as possible, so after hesitating for a while, Han Cheng decided to show the drawings to Bo right now.
All I can do is let Lame work harder.
However, Bo didn't feel the hardship at all. After he came up and took the drawing from Han Cheng, he couldn't wait to look at it.
Over the years, Bo has seen a lot of drawings from Han Cheng and has long been accustomed to this way of expressing tools with patterns.
It doesn't seem unfamiliar at this time.
There are two drawings, one with a saddle outlined in lines, and the other with a stirrup.
Oh, now it should be called donkey saddle or donkey stirrup.
Compared to the complex donkey saddle, the simple donkey stirrup is much simpler.
Just by looking at the drawings, Bo already understood how to make this thing with a strange name.
It can even be made using several different materials and different techniques.
For example, the donkey stirrup painted by the Son of God can be made by weaving rattan, making it with wood and leather rope, using bone, stone or bronze.
But the donkey saddle that is slightly arched upwards and has some upward curls on the front and back sides is not easy to make.
Bo looked at the drawing carefully for a while, and the sky had already dimmed. Han Cheng called Bo, who was squinting his eyes and fascinated by it, and asked him to go inside and turn on the light to look.
After hearing Han Cheng's shout, Bo realized that it was already dark.
The two of them had just walked into the room and turned on the lights when someone came over and called them to dinner.
Bo didn't want to eat with the blueprint in his hand, but Han Cheng obviously would not allow such a thing.
As a person who came from the Foodie Empire, Han Cheng has always adhered to the principle that eating is more important than anything else.
No matter how busy you are, you have to find a chance to eat some food quickly at mealtime.
So Bo had to reluctantly put down the drawings and go to the cafeteria to eat with Han Cheng.
Because he was thinking about the donkey saddle drawings, Bo walked very fast along the way. Even Han Cheng, who was very agile, could hardly keep up with his speed.
After getting his meal in the canteen, Bo ate voraciously. Even though Han Cheng had told him not to be so anxious and that it wouldn't delay him to eat his meal well before looking at the drawings, Bo's eating speed did not slow down much.
After hurriedly finishing a bowl of rice, Bo put the bowl and chopsticks into a large ceramic basin, wiped his mouth with his hand, said something to Han Cheng, then left the dining hall and went back to the room where he had just been in to continue looking at the drawings of the donkey saddle.
Han Cheng smiled with both relief and helplessness, and he quickened his eating speed. After finishing his meal, he went to that room.
"...You can think of this thing as a stool, except that ordinary stools are placed on the ground, while donkey saddles are actually fixed on the donkey's back.
But the principle is still similar.
I don't have many requirements for this kind of thing. First, it must be firmly fixed to the donkey's back. Second, it must not cause any damage to the donkey's back. Third, the person sitting on it must be stable and comfortable. "
Inside the room, Lame looked at the drawings of the donkey saddle carefully. Han Cheng explained the parts that he didn't quite understand based on what he had seen and heard, and then he explained the donkey saddle to Lame and stated his requirements for it.
Laugh vigorously.
"Okay, that's all for tonight. We can do the rest tomorrow. Hurry up and get ready for bed. Only when you are well rested can you do better. You can't stay up late all the time."
After studying it for a while, Bo basically understood the donkey saddle, which was a new object for him.
After figuring it out, he wanted to try it immediately, but was stopped by Han Cheng.
Food needs to be eaten bite by bite. It is impossible to become fat in one bite.
And a donkey saddle is not something that can be made by just spending a whole night.
Bo wanted to try to make this thing, but Han Cheng's words were so firm that he didn't leave him any wiggle room, so he had to go to bed obediently.
Looking at Bo who was going to sleep, Han Cheng smiled with satisfaction. Talents like Mao were treasures to the tribe, and Bo was also a rare talent.
Even if the team heading north had to set out a few days later, Han Cheng didn't want to let Bo Lei develop any problems.
"Dad, wash your feet..."
After returning to her room, Sister Bai Xue brought Han Cheng some water for washing feet. When Little Pea saw this, she rushed to get it.
After bringing it to Han Cheng, he put down the foot basin and shouted at Han Cheng to wash his feet.
Little Xing'er, who was awake, also imitated Little Pea and shouted incoherently, "Daddy, wash my feet."
Being teased by the two little guys like this, Han Cheng's face was full of smiles.
Reaching out and touching the heads of the two little guys, Han Cheng took off his shoes and socks and put his feet in the foot basin filled with hot water.
Little Pea imitated Snow White and squatted down to wash the feet of its father, Han Cheng.
The younger Xiao Xing'er also imitated her brother, squatting down unsteadily and putting her two little hands into the foot basin to randomly scour around.
His son and daughter's feet felt soft when their little hands touched them. It was a very comfortable feeling, and Han Cheng felt warm inside.
Perhaps this is the joy of being a parent. It is common for children to be naughty, but these children also often do things that are particularly touching.
This was not the first time Han Cheng washed his feet, nor was it the best time he washed his feet, but it was the most unforgettable one for him...
In the lighted room, while Han Cheng was deeply moved by what his two children did, the Tongshan residential area 180 miles away had not yet started to rest.
At this time, several bonfires were lit in the Tongshan residential area, and the flames illuminated a large area.
The aroma of food wafts through the Tongshan residential area.
Everyone was enjoying the food, and no matter if they were talking or not, everyone had a smile on their face.
Of course everyone was happy, because at noon today, someone from the main tribe arrived here and told them the news that the Son of God and his entourage had returned safely.
At the same time, he also told the news that the south had been found to be suitable for the tribe to live in, as well as about rice and sweet millet.
Regarding the long journey of the Son of God and his companions, the people living in the Copper Mountain residential area are no less worried than those in the main tribe.
After hearing this news, everyone's anxious hearts were suddenly relieved and filled with deep joy.
And then we have this scene.
"Look, this is the rice! Shenzi specially asked us to bring it here!"
After a while, the people from the main tribe carefully took out a small package from their backpacks. After opening it layer by layer, two grains of rice and four grains of millet with shells appeared in front of everyone in the Tongshan residential area.
Seeing this, people gathered around and vied to see this new crop that was said to be as good as rice in every aspect...
Unlike the Tongshan residential area which was illuminated by the bonfire, the slave courtyard of the Qingque main tribe was already pitch black at this time.
However, although the lights had been turned off and everyone had entered sleep mode, many people were still awake.
From time to time in the darkness, you could hear the sound of someone turning over on the kang.
Today, when the news came that the Son of God would send people north to pick up the remaining people, many people were extremely excited, so much so that after a day of work, those who had fallen asleep in the past were still awake.
Especially those who have been selected and will go north with the team in the next few days, return to their original places of residence, and bring the remaining people in the tribe to live in the Qingque tribe, can hardly suppress their excitement.
Many people couldn't help but imagine the scene when they and others followed the people of the Qingque tribe north, returned to their original tribe, and told the remaining people in the tribe the good news.
When the time comes, everyone in the tribe will surely jump for joy, right?
As they thought about this, they felt a burning sensation in their hearts.
The leader of the Grass Tribe, whose sleep quality had not been very good since arriving at the Green Bird Tribe, of course did not fall asleep at this time.
But compared with those people who were simply happy and excited, the mood of the Grass Tribe leader seemed more complicated.
This time, as the team headed north, the leader of the Grass Tribe was also among the new slaves who returned to their original place of life.
The reason why there is a leader of the Grass Tribe is not because she is a woman, but because when the grassroots came to ask who knew the way back and to confirm the candidate, the leader of the Grass Tribe said very confidently that she remembered.
In fact, only the leader of the Grass Tribe knew clearly that she was not particularly clear about how to return.
But she still said very confidently that she knew the way.
Because she really wanted to leave this wealthy, powerful, safe, but also scary and powerless tribe.
The leader of the Grass Tribe felt that this trip north should be a very rare opportunity, an opportunity to leave the Green Bird Tribe and return to his own tribe.
So she did it without much hesitation.
Although he couldn't remember how to get back, the leader of the Grass Tribe was not worried at all.
Because she was not the only one who was returning with the team heading north this time. She didn't remember the way, but the others just had to remember how to get there. She just had to follow them and she would be able to return to where she used to live.
As long as the leader of the Grass Tribe returns to the place where he originally lived, he will be confident that he can find the location of his tribe from there.
In this way, no one would find out that she actually didn't know how to get there.
If it were in the past, the leader of the Grass Tribe would have been very proud to be able to come up with such a good idea, but now, she really couldn't feel proud at all.
Because during the time she spent in the Qingque tribe, she witnessed a lot of great wisdom, especially the Son of God, which was like a mountain pressing heavily on her heart.
But I am still a little excited. After all, not long ago I was still worried about how to leave here, but now such a great opportunity has appeared.
And I caught it myself...
The leader of the Grass Tribe thought about this in his heart, calculating what he might encounter on this return trip. After a long time, he finally fell asleep...
"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!"
A new day starts with blacksmithing.
After seeing the usefulness of the hammer made of meteorite iron, the second brother could no longer contain his excitement. Early the next morning, he and Heiwa re-lit the blacksmith furnace, and after burning two pieces of meteorite iron red, they took turns using the meteorite hammer to start their blacksmithing life.
After hearing such a noise, it was impossible to sleep in, so Han Dashenzi crawled out of the bed neatly.
After washing, he took Little Pea out of the tribe and ran back and forth along the stone-paved road for a while. Hot sweat seeped out of his forehead. Then Han Cheng came back with Little Pea, who was also sweating.
After washing his face again, Han Cheng came to the blacksmith shop where the clanging sounds were heard, to see his second brother and the other two working on the iron.
This time, the second brother made an axe and a chisel.
Just like before, after the tribe has good materials, the priority is to create a set of tools needed by carpenters and stonemasons.
Only when these tools are well made can people in the tribe make more useful objects.
However, these two pieces of meteorite have only been hammered once and look very irregular. They still have a long way to go before they can become tools like axes and chisels. They need to continue to withstand repeated burning in the fire and repeated hammering with hammers.
Han Cheng looked here for a while, rubbed his ears that were buzzing from the vibration, and walked towards the carpenter's room.
In the carpenter's room, Bo and several other carpenters he brought with him were busy here.
Lame had been up for a long time. He had already started working inside when the second senior brother's blacksmith donkey had not even been ignited.
When Han Cheng came over, there were already three more pairs of donkey stirrups in the carpenter's room.
One was woven from strong rattan, and the other two were made of wood and a mixture of bones and rattan for support.
As for the bronze donkey stirrup, if you want the one made entirely of bronze, Heiwa will need to make the mold.
Han Cheng picked up three simple donkey stirrups made of three different materials and put his feet in them one by one to try them out.
Lame's craftsmanship is as good as ever, and it feels very comfortable to put my feet in it.
While putting his feet in to see if they fit, he also pulled the leather ropes with both hands to check how secure they were.
The result was very satisfactory, as none of them were damaged by him.
Of course, to know whether it is useful or not, the donkey saddle needs to be manufactured and installed on the donkey's back for testing.
At this time, Lame was measuring with a ruler. After measuring, he drew a line and handed it to Mao Er and other apprentices, asking them to either cut along the line with a saw or flatten the protruding parts with an axe.
When Bo gets into working mode, he looks like a master craftsman.
After standing here and watching for a while, Han Cheng left without disturbing them from working.
This is the benefit of cultivating talents in the tribe. Many things only need to be assigned and there is no need to do them personally. It is very relaxing.
Otherwise, if he had to intervene in every matter, Han Cheng felt that if he was not careful, he would end up like Prime Minister Zhuge Liang, which would not be fun at all.
In fact, Prime Minister Zhuge was very willing to delegate power before, but after Ma Su lost Jieting, he began to doubt his ability to use people, and then he worked himself to death...
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