Under the extremely expectant gaze of the older female primitives, Mao, who received Han Cheng's instructions, brought a hook from not far away.

The middle part of the hook has become smooth and shiny because it is often rubbed against the shoulders and the back of the neck.

Looking at the smiling Mao and the flat, strange-looking stick in his hand, the older female primitives seemed very puzzled and at a loss.

They couldn't figure out how to use this strange stick to solve the problems they encountered.

This kind of stick is a little flat, and has two wooden hooks tied to the two ends of the stick with ropes.

But even so, it can't solve the problems they encounter, right?

What they need to solve is how to transport as many things as possible at one time. Sticks can't hold things...

Mao saw the puzzled looks on the older female primitive people's faces and couldn't help but smile to himself.

I feel particularly honored to have the Son of God in my tribe.

He didn't explain much to the older female primitives as it was not easy to explain.

Instead, he took the fish cage that was used magically by the older female primitive people.

Then he started to put rice into two leather-lined fish cages.

After filling them, he placed the two fish cages separately, then picked up the hook pole and placed it horizontally on his shoulders. Holding a hook in each hand, he skillfully hooked the ropes on the mouths of the two fish cages.

Then he straightened his body, and the two fish cages full of rice hooked on the hook also left the ground.

After doing all this, Mao started to move around.

As Mao walked, the relatively soft hook jumped up and down gently.

Mao's steps also followed this up and down rhythm, which looked very rhythmic.

Of course, walking like this is not for the sake of looking good, but because it can save energy to the greatest extent.

After carrying it horizontally for a while, Mao moved it to his right shoulder and walked with it on one shoulder, and the hook load was changed from horizontal to vertical.

After walking around the yard for a while, Mao moved it to his left shoulder.

After Mao picked up two fish cages filled with rice with a hook, the doubts of the older female primitive people disappeared in an instant, and each of them felt suddenly enlightened.

While feeling suddenly enlightened, I also felt deep respect for the wisdom of the people in the Qingque tribe.

It turns out that this strange-looking stick is used in this way!

It turns out that the solution to this problem is so simple!

Why didn’t I think of such a simple method when I was waiting for others?

With such a mood, the older female primitive people just followed Mao, who was walking in circles with the grain on a hook, and they refused to take their eyes off him for a moment.

"You try it."

Mao, who was already very familiar with the hook-carrying load, showed off his skillful carrying skills in front of the older female primitives. Then he gently put the load down and said to the older female primitives with a smile.

While saying this, he pushed the hook with two fish cages towards the older female primitive.

The older female primitives naturally couldn't understand what Mao said, but they could understand his actions.

So she took the load from Mao's hand with nervousness and curiosity, then bent down like Mao and placed the load horizontally behind her neck, then stood up.

As she stood up, two fish cages filled with rice also left the ground.

The older female primitive people were delighted to see this scene.

What made her even more delighted was yet to come. After standing there for a while with the load on her shoulder, she personally experienced the benefits of this simple tool.

Using this tool, not only can you transport more things at one time, but it is also very easy and not as heavy as you had imagined before.

Carrying the grains in the two fish cages on his shoulders, the weight seemed to be almost the same as the weight of one fish cage when he was holding it in his hands.

This made the older female primitive people extremely surprised.

The reason is actually very simple, that is, the strength in the arms is not as great as the strength of the whole body.

It's just like things of the same weight, which feel heavier when you carry them in your hands, but once you put them on your shoulders and carry them, you immediately feel very light.

After standing here for a while and feeling the usefulness of this new tool, the older female primitives began to move forward tentatively.

Then something that made her feel uncomfortable happened. The burden that was so stable on Mao's shoulders, as if it was growing on it, began to sway uncontrollably back and forth and left and right as she walked. The amplitude was so large that it shook the older female primitive person and almost made her fall. Even the rice in the fish cage was spilled out.

Such an unexpected thing made the older female primitives stand there in a panic, not daring to move anymore, just like seeing someone selling oranges.

At the same time, he looked at Mao who was standing not far away with a puzzled and panicked look, asking for help.

She really didn't understand why such a good thing couldn't be used when it came to her.

Mao was a kind-hearted person. After seeing the older female primitive's look of help, he took the initiative to step forward and explain, teaching her step by step how to carry a load.

Han Cheng, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but sniff after seeing such a harmonious and beautiful scene.

Fortunately, Mao lived in this era, otherwise he would definitely be the example of helping widows carry water...

After completing the exchange and learning some skills of carrying the load, and becoming familiar with the load, it was already late. The older female primitive people did not leave but stayed here for one night. They were placed by Han Cheng in the slave hut outside the inner courtyard.

The tribes of the older female primitive people, in addition to holding regular carnivals and the like, will also take other actions when they encounter other tribes if time permits.

Therefore, the singing in the slave cabin that night seemed particularly loud.

Of course, before doing such a sacred thing, the people of the Qingque tribe first boiled water for the older female primitive people to take a bath.

The people of the Qingque tribe, under the leadership of Han Cheng, the son of God, are very particular about hygiene.

Han Cheng naturally knew about this. He had been away from the tribe for such a long time. To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable. However, after carefully recalling the appearance of the older female primitive people, the fire that had just been lit soon went out automatically...

The next morning, the older female primitives left Jinguan City, carrying the things they had exchanged, and returned along the same path they had come.

Among them, the older female primitive and three others each carried a hook on their shoulders that was generously given to them by the kind-hearted Green Bird tribe.

On the wooden hook of the carrying pole hung precious pottery tightly tied with thick ropes made of straw.

The older female primitive people walked forward, looking back from time to time, appearing to be reluctant to leave.

It is so comfortable to live in the mysterious Qingque tribe. They are kind and have plenty of food to keep them well fed.

Before leaving, Mao used his own way to communicate some information with the older female primitives, still about the exchange and the unknown tribe.

Compared with the past, the communication between the two has become smoother and more tacit...

After the older female primitive people left, Han Cheng and others continued their previous work, and then opened up paddy fields to prepare for next year's farming.

After working here for a while with the shovel, Han Cheng straightened up, held the shovel handle with his hand to rest for a while, and looked in the direction where the older female primitives left.

It was not after the older female primitives left that Han Cheng began to regret his reserved behavior last night, but he was thinking about the news of the unknown tribe that also possessed bronze and other things.

This time, the older female primitives did not bring any news about the tribe because they had never encountered it.

The tribe they went to exchange with had not been able to conduct exchanges recently.

Let's take this matter slowly.

After Han Cheng thought for a while, he recovered a little and spat some saliva into his palms. He rubbed his hands together vigorously, then grasped the smooth wooden handle of the shovel and continued to work.

The wooden handle was originally slippery and difficult to hold, but after it came into contact with the saliva, the friction immediately increased a lot, and it became easier to use...

The weather is getting colder day by day. The leaves of the apricot trees, peach trees and other fruit trees in the Qingque tribe have already fallen, leaving only bare branches.

Looking around, only the bamboo forest and a dozen pine seedlings transplanted from Tongfu Inn remained green, but the color of the leaves had also become darker.

Most of the fields developed around the tribe are bare. Only the fields planted with crops such as rapeseed that can survive the winter do not appear so monotonous and desolate.

Heiwa and some other people were staying on the outskirts of the tribe, near the brick kiln.

These people are mainly from pottery workshops.

In front of them was a kiln that was smaller than a brick kiln.

This type of kiln with a simple structure is quite common in the Qingque tribe, and this type of kiln is basically used to fire pottery in the tribe.

Heiwa stretched out his hand and touched the kiln wall for a while but did not feel any temperature. He then took a small notebook and looked at the date written on it. After thinking about it, he decided to open the kiln.

Without asking anyone else to do it, he opened the kiln himself.

As the kiln was opened, fine dust rose up from inside. Heiwa did not bother to pay attention to the flying dust, but squinted his eyes to look inside the opened kiln.

White light leaked out from the open kiln entrance, and Heiwa's heart couldn't help but pound.

He took a deep breath to calm his excited mood a little, and reached his hand to the kiln entrance to feel the temperature again. There was no scorching air wave, just a little higher than the temperature outside.

He immediately reached inside, touched the white device next to it, and took it out carefully.

After Heiwa reached out and took it out, the people watching on the side all turned their eyes to the instrument.

Including Wu and the eldest brother, the two giants of the Qingque tribe.

This is an ordinary shaped bowl.

However, what makes this bowl, which Heiwa had just taken out of the kiln, very different from the common bowls in the Qingque tribe, is that it is all white, and looks extremely unique.

This is made from kaolin clay.

In fact, some of these white utensils have already appeared in the Qingque tribe.

Ever since the people of the Xi tribe accidentally ingested kaolin and were cured by the enthusiastic Tietou and other people from the Qingque tribe using dung ladles and other things, and learned from the wise Son of God that this white clay could be used to fire porcelain that was more beautiful than pottery, Heiwa, a guy who likes to make pottery, has been trying to fire porcelain with this white soil, which the Son of God calls kaolin.

All the white pottery that the tribe has now is a byproduct of Heiwa's recent attempts to experiment with the making of porcelain.

Holding the white device in his hand, Heiwa couldn't wait to look at it.

But soon, this expectant look turned into disappointment again, and the excited mood turned into loss.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't give up yet, so he bent his fingers and played with the white bowl in his hand.

“Dang, dang, dang…”

As he moved, a sound was heard when the white bowl was bounced.

After hearing this voice, Heiwa's disappointment became even stronger.

Because this bowl fired with kaolin is no different from other utensils fired with kaolin in the past. It is not only rough, but also makes a dull sound when knocked.

The pottery previously fired in the tribe, when tapped with fingers or gently knocked with other objects, made sounds similar to this white bowl.

Before the Son of God left the tribe and went south to develop Jinguan City, he told him that porcelain not only has a smooth and delicate surface, but is also very tough. If you tap it with your fingers or gently knock it with other utensils, the sound it makes is crisp and pleasant.

Now, the bowl fired with kaolin again did not look at all like what the Son of God described. In other words, this firing attempt was a failure again.

What you make with kaolin is not porcelain, but white pottery.

Putting the white pottery bowl on the ground, Heiwa then took the fired utensils out of the kiln.

After a while, all fifteen white utensils in the smaller kiln were taken out...