When the first dinner was over, the clan had one more job that would hate the family for later generations, washing dishes.

Everyone was lazy and didn't want to move, this meal was too full, and the wolf skin was even more half-lying on the ground and stroking his belly.

People who have never tried this way of eating have a stronger worship for the guidance of their ancestors.

It's an intuitive feeling, a feeling that still reverberates on the tip of the tongue today, and it's not an ethereal afterlife, so it's easier to believe.

Of course, the meal was unhealthy.

Not to mention fried tubers, protofertinosides in fern root powder are also carcinogenic.

But for people who live only 30 years on average, these questions are meaningless.

The wilderness has not yet been conquered, and prehistory is not a paradise.

It is still a long way from starvation to be completely away from the people, and increasing the life expectancy of the people is a process that could last for thousands of years.

Even in the previous life, when the sun never set and dominated the seven seas, the average life expectancy was only forty years old. Under the glory of the imperial sunrise chasing the sunset, there is the shadow of female laborers with a working life expectancy of three years and countless child laborers who have been crushed by machines.

Each time a candle is lit, a shadow is cast. There is no splendor in the world that is not dirty, only the eyes that see the dirty or see the splendor.

In my memory, in the last year alone, seven or eight people died, most of them in the struggle against nature.

Nowadays, pottery has appeared, and the bones have taken their original form, as long as it is not too unlucky, primitive agriculture will also appear.

With the expansion and development of the tribe, the concept of private ownership and the competition of interests that accompany civilization will replace the conquest of nature and become the reason why the tribe will lose the most lives in later generations.

The paradise will finally come to an end, and the glory and bloodshed of the new era will finally be presented.

Jian Chen knew that every invention and progress would eventually destroy everything in front of him in harmony, and it would become a legend of three generations of people who ruled the world and became a legend admired by countless saints.

But he will not hesitate, this is the inevitability of civilization, which cannot be disobeyed and unstoppable.

So when everyone was still half-lying on the animal skin to rest, Chen Jian, who couldn't wait, called Yu Qian'er wolf skin and a few other acquaintances to start assembling the first potter's wheel he designed.

The two huge bases are well fired, standing wide and smoothly on the flat ground below, with a slender shaft on top.

The other two flat pottery cakes have two small holes in the center of the circle, which are inserted into the slender shaft.

A fiber rope was found, connected end to end, and sleeved in the grooves on both sides of the two potter's wheels to form a simple belt drive.

Insert a stick into the potter's wheel with an extra hole in the center of the circle, apply some mutton fat to the junction of the two potter's wheels and the long axis of the base, hold the stick with your hand, and turn it.

The creaking sound made the teeth sour, but the people watched it all with curiosity.

The turning potter's wheel drives the rope and spins another potter's wheel that is linked together in the distance. Simple belt drive, fast and smooth.

The rotating potter's wheel can use very little force to make pottery that cannot be fabricated by hand, and the hand is gently placed on the mud ball, and the thickness is controlled, and the centrifugal force will easily turn the mud ball into a molded vessel.

The fly in the ointment is that the rope of the transmission is not leather, but if you want to get a soft and elastic leather, you must have halogen, an accessory of dried salt.

Naturally dried fur is stiff and can only be used for a variety of purposes if it is refined with salt.

Starting from scratch, you have to try everything to know what you need, and then solve it one by one, and you can't continue without any of the inconspicuous places.

Before the potter's wheel, Jian Chen turned a few times hard, and he was still very satisfied.

Although there is a hole in the center of the potter's wheel, it cannot be used directly, but it is not a big problem.

All you need to do is fire another disc with no holes tomorrow, buckle it on a long axis, and link it with the one with holes below.

When the time comes, put the mixed clay on it, two people take turns to shake the wheel, and one person is responsible for shaping it with his hands.

The squeaky and rotating potter's wheel drove the brains of the clansmen to rotate as well, and finally Yu Qian'er walked in front of Chen Jian and asked a sentence that could go down in history.

"Why did it turn?"

Jian Chen didn't answer, but he couldn't help but pick up his little sister and laughed, making Yu Qian'er at a loss.

Yu Qian'er, who couldn't get an answer, has been pondering this question for the past few days, and Jian Chen will always stand in front of the potter's wheel after hunting and ponder other questions.

One morning, a few days later, she woke up from her sleep and was surprised to find that her brother was not standing next to the potter's wheel.

The clansmen were still asleep, and the snoring without her brother's voice was very unaccustomed to her.

In the past few days, she has lived a very happy life, except for the question of why it turned has been in her mind, everything is very good.

The chicks grew day by day, and the two weaker chicks grew stronger. The children of the clan fell in love with the three chicks, and even though it rained one day, they did not forget to go outside to look for the insects.

She also eats very well these days, she likes to drink fish soup, and she likes to add some leaves that her brother calls coriander to the fish soup, and sometimes her brother will make some strange food himself, each of which she has never seen before, but it is delicious.

My brother's newly fired potter's wheel was also successful yesterday, and it is said that today he will teach his people a new way to make pottery.

She also learned from her brother how to count ten after that, so she learned that there were seventy-three in her clan.

The only fly in the ointment is that my brother rarely takes himself out to play these days, and squats by the fire every night.

The evening before yesterday, together with a few children, I helped my brother pile piles of plant ashes in a large clay pot, adding water to it, and the next day pouring out the clear water and roasting it on the fire.

Last night, I wanted to tell my brother that I had counted out a total of seventy-three people, but when I ran to my brother's side in a hurry, I found that my brother was mixing the water and mutton fat that had been boiled with plant ash and mutton fat, stirring and boiling, and he was so engrossed that he didn't have time to talk to himself without stopping, so he had to leave with a pout, and he was sullen all night.

I couldn't see my brother this morning, and I was a little unhappy. The cry of hunger came from the chicks in the straw basket next to her, which made her stand up and look for some bugs, which her brother had given her.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the cave, and Yu Qian'er ran over happily, but when she reached the entrance of the cave, her brother pinched her ear and took her towards the river below the mountain, saying that she wanted to wash her hair.

She had just learned the word "washing her face", and she had also learned to wash her hands, and every day before eating, her brother would take her brother to the river to wash her hands, so it was easy to understand the meaning of washing her hair.

The ears were still pinched in my brother's hands, so I had to turn sideways and lower my head, and followed to the river with a sigh.

A translucent, somewhat broken bird's egg-colored object, rested on a stone by the river.

The elder brother finally let go of his hand, Yu Qian'er didn't care about touching his ears, and reached out to take the transparent strange thing in his hand, which looked delicious.

The day before yesterday, my brother took the solidified maple sugar out of the wood, and told the children that whoever learned to count to ten could get a piece, and of course she was the first to get it, and she had never eaten anything so sweet.

Now this thing also looks like maple candy or something, and just about to stuff it into his mouth, he was slapped by his brother and quickly retracted it.

"I know, wash your hands and face first."

Yu Qian'er said these two words with a grin, put her hand in the water and dipped it a little, and wiped her face lightly.

Looking at her unkempt and tangled hair in the reflection, she didn't feel anything wrong, everyone was like that.

The elder brother said that her hair was very dirty, and she glanced at her brother, who was always in front of the fire these days, and said with a smile, "You are also dirty." ”

The brother and sister laughed together, and then her hair was wet with water and rubbed the delicious-looking thing on her head.

A fishy smell came, and Yu Qian'er wanted to look at her hair, but a drop of turbid water dripped from her hair into her eyes, and she suddenly stinged uncomfortably.

"Brother, my eyes hurt!"

She had never experienced such pain, and tears could not help but flow from her eyes, so she had to close her eyes and see nothing.

Slowly tears soaked her eyes, the stinging sensation gradually disappeared, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand stained with river water, and finally opened them.

I felt that my hair felt something different, slippery and greasy, as if something was gently popping on it, making a popping sound.

So he reached out and touched it, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, and was stunned.

In the hands were countless white foams gathered together, bursting with the breeze.

Under the newborn morning sun, the foam shimmered with a colorful luster, constantly changing, reflecting a color she had never seen before.

She remembered that there was only such a colorful rainbow in the sky after the rain, how did the colors that were originally in the sky run into her hands?

"Brother, look, the rainbow has run into my hands!"

She stretched out her hand in front of Jian Chen, Jian Chen smiled and blew hard, these white foams dispersed with the wind, and the anxious Yu Qian'er wanted to reach out and grab it, but in the end she still didn't catch it, fell into the river and went down the river, slowly dissipating.

Then the slippery foam was applied to her face by her brother, and she had to close her eyes when she thought of the stinging pain in her eyes just now.

A pair of large hands kneaded his face, rough and warm.

She felt warm in her heart, which was a very special feeling, but she didn't know that there was a word called spoiling.

Soon, the cool water was splashed on his face, and when he opened his eyes, he was stunned when he looked at the reflection in the water, and took a step back with some fear, the shadow in the water did not look like himself at all.

The face is no longer jet black, but rather a bit like the fruit eaten last year when the leaves fell, a faint red.

The unkempt hair also shimmered with a black sheen, like charcoal in a fire, hanging smoothly from the top of his head, dripping with droplets, waving in circles, and his reflection rippled a little.

The translucent, delicious-looking piece was placed on the stone on the shore, and most of it had been used.

"What is this?"

She didn't know, but she knew that her brother must know.

"Soap."

Jian Chen said the name of the thing, and then went ashore with Yu Qian'er.

"Yu Qian'er, do you know what the ancestor I dreamed of was like?"

Yu Qian'er shook her head, she couldn't imagine it.

"Their hair is clean, their faces are free of dust, and their hair is not unkempt, do you want to imitate them?"

"Hmm!"

Yu Qian'er nodded hurriedly, and Jian Chen continued: "You have to study hard, and then go and teach your mother, aunt and sisters, do you hear?" ”

Chen Jian sat on a stone, split Yu Qian'er's hair in half, tied it into two horn buns on both sides, and tied it with rope.

Graceful and delicate, the total horn is shy. Before I could see it, I was suddenly embarrassed.

The beauty of uniforms is called Hua, and the great etiquette is called summer, even if the yellow skin and black eyes, if there is no cultural inheritance, it is plausible after all.

The process will be long, but the first step must be taken, the clan already knows how to carve amulets, and the foundation of beauty has been generated.

And hairstyles as a marriageable match for the distinction between adults and minors, in the future it will be very useful, forming a kind of cultural and sexual maturity bound together, not much problem, the so-called and the original version of the crown ceremony.

In addition, unkempt hair is also prone to parasites, which is a big health problem. The comb and grate have not yet appeared, and it is inevitable that the legend of Fang Lei's clan will be snatched up in a few days, which is not only a matter of aesthetics, but also a matter of hygiene.

Yu Qian'er, who combed her hair in a bun for the first time, felt that her head was heavy and uncomfortable, and after combing it, she hurriedly ran to the river and took a look.

His hair was tied up in two buns on both sides, hanging from a short length of rope, which was much better than before.

"Teach you one more."

Chen Jian untied Yu Qian'er's hair, thought about Ji Xuan's appearance for a while, and it was inevitably a little troublesome, so he braided two twist braids for his sister.

Yu Qian'er glanced at the water, two black braids hanging on both sides, a bit like a snake, swarthy.

"Did you learn?"

"Got it. It's the same as rubbing the rope before. Brother, I'll make one for you. ”

Jian Chen hurriedly shook his head, saying in his heart that the picture of combing his two braids was too beautiful to bear to look at directly.

I washed my hair myself, tied my hair together, wrapped it with a rope, and broke a wooden stick by the river and stuck it in.

Looking at the river, it has so much meaning, but it's a pity that he is wearing animal skins, which is still a little nondescript.

The simple soap has a strange smell, but at least it can wash away the oiliness, and the oil that has accumulated on the face for more than ten years is much less, and it feels refreshed and clean.

Looking at his sister who was still on the shore, Jian Chen waved his hand and said, "Go and show your family how beautiful Yu Qian'er is." The soap was placed on the stone in the cave and the family was brought to wash their hair. ”

"Huh!"

Yu Qian'er naturally stroked the hanging braids with both hands, happily agreed, and ran towards the cave with a bouncing up.

Looking at the long shadow of the braids swaying with running on the ground, Yu Qian'er felt that her family must like it very much, and couldn't help touching the braids with her hands, feeling more and more beautiful.

After running a few steps, a strange thought suddenly welled up in my heart, which I had never thought before.

"If only I had braided my hair alone, I would be prettier."

She didn't know that this was a common desire in the depths of the human heart, the desire to be different and the desire to be envied, harmless, but somehow she felt that this thought was the same as wanting to steal food and not give it to her people......

Taken aback by this never-before-seen thought, I almost tripped over a rock, stumbled, and my heart pounded.

"Be careful!" Chen Jian's worried cry came from behind, but Yu Qian'er didn't answer, suppressed the thoughts that flashed in her mind, and hurriedly ran back to the cave.

Jian Chen looked at Yu Qian'er who ran away, and looked at the cloudless sky, tomorrow is a good weather, and it is time to go out to find and explore the outside world.

In such a hurry, because of a sudden illness, an unexpected tragic event can interrupt life at any time.