Under the expectant gaze of the older female primitives, who had been instructed by Han Cheng, he brought a hook from not far away.

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

Looking at the smiling Mai, and the flat, strange-looking stick in his hand, the older female primitives looked very puzzled and had a feeling of confusion.

They couldn't figure out how to use this strange stick to solve the difficulties they were experiencing.

This kind of stick, that is, flattened a little, and two wooden hooks were tied with rope at both ends of the stick.

But even if it does, it won't solve the problems they are experiencing, right?

What they need to solve is how to transport as many things as possible at once, such as sticks, and they can't hold things......

The older female primitives looked puzzled, and they couldn't help but smile secretly in their eyes.

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

He didn't explain anything to the older female primitives, which was not easy to explain.

Instead, they took the fish cage that the older female primitives magically used.

Then they began to load the paddy into the two skinned fish cages.

After filling, the two fish cages are placed separately, and then the hook is picked up, placed horizontally on the shoulder, holding a hook in one hand, and very skillfully hooking the rope on the mouth of the two fish cages.

Then he straightened up, and the two fish cages full of rice that were hooked by the hook also left the ground.

After doing this, the trade began to move.

As the trade walked, the softer hook slung gently jumped up and down.

The pace of trade also moves with this rhythm of jumping up and down, which looks very rhythmic.

Of course, this is not for the sake of looking good, but because it can save the greatest amount of effort.

After carrying it horizontally for a while, Mao changed it to the right shoulder, and walked on one shoulder, and the hook burden changed from horizontal to vertical.

After walking in circles around the courtyard for a while, Mo switched it to his left shoulder.

After the two fish cages containing the rice were lifted by the trade hook, the doubts of the older female primitives disappeared in an instant, and they were all full of a sense of sudden enlightenment.

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

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

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

Didn't you think of such a simple method when you waited for someone before?

With this in mind, the older female primitives circled in the same place with the mao who walked in a circle carrying the millet with a hook, and refused to take their eyes off for a moment.

"You try."

In front of the older female primitives, after showing off his very skillful skills in carrying the burden, he put the burden down gently, and said to the older female primitives with a smile.

As he said this, he pushed the hook with the two fish cages to the side of the older female primitive.

Older female primitives naturally can't understand what trade says, but they can understand trade's actions.

So she looked nervous and curious to take the burden from Mao's hand, and then learned from Mao's appearance very rustily bent down to place the burden horizontally on the back of her neck, and then straightened up.

As she stood up, two fish cages containing rice also lifted off the ground.

The older primitive women who watched such a scene were overjoyed.

She was even more pleased with the fact that after standing in place for a while, she realized first-hand the beauty of this simple tool.

With this tool, not only can you transport a lot of things at once, but it is also very easy, and it is far less heavy than you thought before.

Carrying it on its shoulders, the weight of the millet contained in the two fish cages seemed to be about the same as the weight of one fish cage when I held it by hand before.

This made the older female primitives extremely pleasantly surprised.

This truth is actually very simple, that is, the strength on the arm is not as great as the strength on the whole person.

It's like something of the same weight, which feels heavy to carry in your hand, but when you put it on your shoulder, you immediately feel very relaxed.

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

Then something that made her feel uncomfortable happened, and the burden on Mao's shoulders was very stable, as if it had grown on it, and as she walked it immediately swayed uncontrollably from front to back and forth, from side to side, with such a great amplitude that all the older female primitives were swayed, and almost made them fall, and even some of the rice contained in the fish cage was spilled.

Such an unexpected thing made the older female primitive people stand there in a hurry, and they didn't dare to move around anymore, just like seeing the orange seller.

At the same time, he looked puzzled and flustered at Mao who was standing not far away, with some help.

She really didn't understand why such a good thing would not be able to go when it came to her.

Trade is a warm-hearted person, and after seeing the eyes of the older female primitive people asking for help, he took the initiative to go forward to explain and teach her how to carry the burden hand in hand.

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

Fortunately, this guy lives in this era, otherwise he would definitely be a model of helping widows carry water......

After completing the exchange, and roughly learning some skills to carry the burden, after becoming more familiar with the burden, the time was not too early, and the older female primitives did not leave their line, but stayed here for one night, and they were placed by Han Cheng in the slave hut outside the inner courtyard.

The tribe of the older female primitives, in addition to holding regular joy parties and the like, will also take some other actions if time permits.

As a result, the singing in the slave hut that night was particularly loud.

Of course, before doing such a sacred thing, the people of the Qingque tribe first boiled water and let the older female primitives and their party 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 so long, to be honest, he was also a little uncomfortable, but after carefully recalling the dignity of the older female primitives and their line, the fire that had just been ignited was quickly extinguished......

Early the next morning, the older female primitives left Jinguan City with the things they had exchanged, and returned along the way they came.

Among them, the older female primitives and the other three people carried a kind Qingque tribe on their shoulders, and they were very generous to give them hooks.

On top of the wooden hook of the hook are precious pottery that is firmly bound by thick straw ropes twisted from straw.

The older female primitives looked back from time to time as they walked forward, looking a little reluctant.

It's so comfortable to live here in the mysterious Blue Sparrow tribe, and they have plenty of food to keep them fed.

Before leaving, Trade used his way to communicate some news to the older female primitives, again about the exchange, and about the unknown tribe.

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

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

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

It wasn't that after the older female primitives left, Han Cheng began to regret the reserved behavior he had done last night, but he thought about the news of the unknown tribe that also owned bronze and other things.

This time, the older female primitives didn't bring news about the tribe because they didn't meet it at all.

The tribe they went to exchange, the tribe has not been there recently.

Take your time.

After Han Cheng thought for a while, the whole person also rested a little, and when he spit some spit on the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands vigorously, he held the smooth wooden handle of the copper shovel and continued to work.

Originally, the wooden handle was slippery and difficult to use, but after encountering spit, the friction immediately increased a lot, and it was easier to use......

The weather is getting colder day by day, and the leaves of these fruit trees such as apricot trees and peach trees here in the main tribe of Qingque have already withered, and only bare branches remain.

As far as the eye can see, only the bamboo forest and the dozen or so pine seedlings transplanted from the Tongfu Inn are still verdant, but the color of the leaves has also become darker.

Most of the fields developed around the tribe are also bare, and only the fields that can survive the winter such as rape do not look so monotonous and desolate.

On the outskirts of the tribe, near the brick kiln, Heiwa and others stayed here.

These people are mainly pottery workshop people.

In front of them, there is a kiln with a relatively small size that is different from the brick kiln.

This kind of kiln with a simple structure is more common in the Qingque tribe, and the pottery in the tribe is basically used in this kind of kiln.

Heiwa stretched out her hand, touched the kiln wall for a while without feeling any temperature, and then took a small notebook to look at the date recorded on it, and after thinking about it, she decided to open the kiln.

He didn't let others do it, he opened the kiln himself.

There was a fine dust with the opening of the kiln, and from the inside swayed up, but Heiwa didn't care about the dust that flew up, but squinted his eyes to look into the opened kiln for the first time.

There was white leaking out from the open kiln mouth, and Heiwa's heart couldn't help but pound.

He took a deep breath to calm down his agitated mood a little, and reached out to the mouth of the kiln to feel the temperature again, there was no scorching air, only a slightly higher temperature than outside.

When he reached inside and touched the white utensil on the side, he took it out of it more carefully.

After Heiwa reached out and took it out of it, the onlookers on the side focused their attention on this appliance.

Including Wu and Senior Brother, the two giants of the Qingque Tribe.

It is a bowl with an ordinary shape.

However, it is very different from the common bowls of the Qingque tribe in that the bowl that has just been taken out of the kiln by Heiwa is all white, which is extremely chic.

This is made from kaolin.

In fact, this kind of all-white utensils have appeared in the Qingque tribe.

Ever since the people of the Creek tribe had eaten kaolin by mistake, and then were cured by the enthusiastic people of the Green Sparrow tribe with dung scoops, and knew from the wise Son of God that this white clay could be fired into porcelain that was more beautiful than pottery, Heiwa, a guy who likes pottery, has been trying to make porcelain from this white soil, which the Son of God calls kaolin.

All the white pottery that the tribe now has is a by-product of Heiwa's exploration of firing porcelain during this period of time.

Holding this white utensil in his hand, Heiwa's gaze couldn't wait to fall on it.

But soon, this expectant gaze became disappointed again, and the excitement became lost.

After looking at it like this for a while, he bent his fingers and flicked at the white bowl in his hand.

"When, when, when......"

With his movements, a sound sounded when he was bounced into the white bowl.

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

Because this bowl made of kaolin is no different from other utensils fired from kaolin in the past, not only is it rougher, but the sound made when struck is also muffled, and the urn is made.

The pottery that had been fired in the tribe before, flicked with your fingers, or tapped lightly with the rest of the earth, made a sound similar to that of this white bowl.

Before Miko left the tribe and went south to develop Jinguan City, he had told him that porcelain was not only smooth and delicate on the surface, but also very tough, and the sound produced by finger flicking or tapping with other utensils was crisp and pleasant.

Now, the bowl is fired with kaolin again, and it does not reach the appearance described by the god son at all, that is, this time the firing has failed again.

It is not porcelain that I fired with kaolin, but white pottery.

The white pottery bowl was placed on the ground, and Heiwa then took the firing utensils out of the kiln.

After a while, all the fifteen white utensils in the small kiln were removed......

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