The half of the wood used to make the lintel is wide and thick, and the wide part is inside the frame, so that the height between the top and bottom is reduced by at least five centimeters compared to the outside of the door frame.

It is precisely because of this that the door that was originally placed loose outside the door frame was stuck after being transferred to the door frame and placed against the door frame, and even if it was let go, the door would not be skewed to the side as much as Fang Cai.

The lame eyes lit up, and he felt as if he was in the right direction.

In his joy, he pulled the door with his hand and began to try to open and close, and the wooden stick that protruded from the top and bottom of the door on one side was stuck between the lintel and the ground, and with the lame pulling, the door turned on the axis of this stick.

The door was opened, the lame eyes were brighter, and by now he was convinced that he had done the right thing.

He tentatively opened and closed the door, and gradually his brow furrowed again.

In this way, the door can indeed be opened and closed, but it is very unstable, one will be crooked if you are not careful, or it will run out of the lintel, and the other is that it opens and closes very 'heavy', not as light as the two doors installed in the wall.

"Son of God."

Lame opened the door from the inside again, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Miko, who was carrying a small basket and a basket full of small rape in the frame, standing not far from the door, looking at him with a smile, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"Good, well done."

Han Cheng called out to a child from the tribe who had run by here, handed her the basket with the small rape in his hand, asked her to carry it to the cave, and explained to the person in charge of cooking that he would put the rape in the soup later.

After explaining this, Han Cheng looked at the door carefully for a while, looked up and down again, and praised him with a smile.

The lame who was praised was very happy, and then pointed to the door and shook his head: "If you don't pretend well, it will fall." ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Han Cheng expectantly, wanting to get a solution from the Divine Son, to overcome this difficulty, and to break the demon's malice.

Han Cheng thought for a while, then came to the house with the lame and asked the lame to reclose the door and straighten it.

Keeping the limp still, he used a broken tile he had just picked up to draw a semicircle on the ground against the shaft of the wooden door.

The lintel is too high from the ground, and Han Cheng, who doesn't know if he is tall or not, naturally can't reach it, and the matter of drawing circles around the door shaft on it can only be completed by the lame.

Fortunately, the wooden door is not heavy, and you only need to push it with some force by hand to make it stick to the door frame, so that it will not move. Well, it's not connected either.

The lame man leaned against the wall with one hand, his feet slightly pointed, and the other hand held the tile and drew a circle against the upper doorshaft.

Although the tiles are far less visible than the red bricks, they can leave traces after a few repetitions.

After the circle was drawn, Han Chengcheng asked the limp to remove the door from here and move it outside again.

Looking at the circle drawn on the lower part of the lintel, Han Cheng suddenly held his forehead with his hand, full of helplessness.

After all, a step was missed.

When it was first built, I only thought about punching holes in the lintel after the door was built, so that the position of the holes could be accurate and not blinded.

It was only at this time that he suddenly remembered that this time was not the afterlife, and with the current opening technology, it was really difficult to make such a hole in the air.

Han Cheng looked at the lintel that had been completely built with the wall, and after thinking about it, he gave up the idea of tearing it down and punching holes, otherwise this good new house would become a broken house before it was moved in.

Of course, another reason is that this is more laborious than hanging holes, and it will seriously affect the firmness of the door frame, which is really worth the loss.

When he came back from limping the door, he saw that Miko looked up and stared at the half circle he had drawn, and he immediately felt a little flustered, worried that he was not doing well, and Miko was like this.

Han Cheng withdrew his gaze from the circle on the lintel, saw the lame uneasiness, and after a little thought, he knew that this guy had a fork, and he hurriedly smiled and told him about punching holes on it.

After lame, the uneasiness in his heart was greatly reduced, and after thinking for a while, he said that he would definitely get this hole out, and he also beat his chest with his hand to make a guarantee.

Immediately after saying this, the limp came with a large cloud of mud, and a large fire was lit not far from the door.

I brought two stones to the foot, and then pasted the mud on the lintel, and pasted a large piece of paste, leaving only the circle.

Then he took a burning stick from the burning fire and put it to the round hole and burned it.

Holding a stick in one hand and a bone torch in the other, he blows the wind and lights the fire, and when the fire on the stick is extinguished, he puts the part with the coals on the top and blows the wind.

However, this is really too troublesome, not only is the posture uncomfortable, but the coals are easy to extinguish or fall.

It would be nice if there were tongs made of metal at this time, and you could directly pick up the burnt coals without being as difficult as it is now.

Han Cheng, who was watching the lame from the side, nodded slightly, the method used by the lame was the same as he had thought, it seemed that the first carpenter of the Qingque tribe had been trained by himself.

If the Qingque tribe can continue to pass on, the lame should become a person like Luban, right?

Well, it should be passed on, after all, Wu and Wu's disciple Shi have been tirelessly recording things on the pottery tablet.

The lameness will definitely be recorded.

And what about yourself?

Han Cheng suddenly remembered this question, if the Qingque tribe was strong enough and had more and more far-reaching influence in the future, he should become a god like Gonggong and Zhurong in ancient mythology, and even it was not impossible to become an existence like the Yellow Emperor Yandi.

Han Cheng thought like this, and his face suddenly twitched, because he suddenly remembered Wu's record of his origin, lightning and thunder, falling from the sky......

It is estimated that he will be regarded as an alien by later generations, and it is more likely that the early Qingque Tribe civilization will be classified as an alien civilization.

Thinking like this, Han Cheng was a little expecting that in an unknown number of years, someone would dig out all this that had been sealed in the dust.

When the time comes, those archaeologists will surely drop their jaws, and it's interesting to think about.

"Son of God."

A voice woke Han Cheng up from this out-of-tune fantasy, and when he looked up, it was the wood he had asked him to call back from the quarry.

Han Cheng took the wood and found a relatively upright stone with a length of about fifteen, eleven, and eight centimeters of height.

Let the sweaty limp who was standing on the stone with his arms raised and his head burning his eyes burned to rest, he moved the big stone with the wood to the place where the circle had just been drawn, adjusted his posture a few times, and then used a short ruler to draw a cross on the relatively flat surface of the stone facing up, and circled out a circle with the cross as the center, which was larger than the circle on the ground.