I am a Primitive Man

Looking at the not-so-white crystals in the small pottery pots mixed with stone foam, Han Cheng looked tangled.

It looks similar to the bittern in the impression, but even if these things are really bittern, there is still no way to get some tofu, because there is too much shimmer in it.

If you use it to order tofu, you can't say you will lose your teeth in time.

After looking carefully for a while, Han Cheng didn't see the reason, and put some clear water into this small pottery pot. These white crystals quickly disappeared.

After melting, it settled for a while, and the stone foam stayed at the bottom of the small basin.

Han Cheng asked him to clean the old pottery jar, then carefully poured the water into the pottery jar, and then started to burn it with fire.

The sediment at the bottom of the pottery basin has been dumped.

After a while, the water inside evaporated, and only a layer of white crystals remained at the bottom of the tank.

Unlike the white of salt, the white of this crystal is somewhat yellowish.

After evaporation, the things obtained now look more like bitterns seen in later generations.

Han Cheng looked at this thing carefully for a while, then scratched his head, quite surprised.

The imaginary bittern, which is extremely difficult to deal with, has been smashed out like this?

Has it become the first among the many things needed?

Sure enough, sometimes the door is actually concealed, something that seems difficult, and sometimes it is not necessarily difficult to do it.

For example, Han Cheng is now dizzy and seems to have succeeded...

Han Cheng was dizzy for a while, put down these things that should be bittern in his hand, and then continued to cook according to the previous method.

After three cylinders in succession, what was suspected to be bittern was more than half a catty.

When ordering tofu with brine, you don't need to put too much bittern, otherwise the tofu made will be bitter and you cannot eat it.

So what I have collected now is enough to spot a lot of tofu.

After waiting here for a while, Han Cheng and the others headed towards the tribe after the few people who cooked the salt made the salt.

When I came, my heart was heavy, and when I returned, I felt relaxed.

Now the hardest bittern in my imagination seems to have been solved by myself, and the rest only needs to be done step by step.

The most time-consuming part of this is the stone grinding. As long as the stone is finished, you can start making tofu.

As Han Cheng walked back, he was thinking about these things in his heart.

But there are hammers and iron drills. According to the craftsmanship of wood, after most of the time has passed, it should be possible to cut out a rough outline of a fan...

what happened?

After walking into the tribe with the bittern pot, Han Chenggong, who was concerned about the progress of the stone mill, looked at the place where he worked on the wood.

I didn't hear the familiar sound of beating iron and chiseling stones, but saw a few people squatting on the ground holding their heads.

In his imagination, the stone mill that had been hewn out of a rough outline did not move at all, and a few pieces of granite still existed.

Looking at this scene, Han Cheng was full of doubts. What are Mumu and the others doing?

"The Son of God!"

Squatting on the ground holding the rock with his head, he habitually looked up at the gate of the tribe. He was seeing Han Cheng who had just entered the tribe. He was so distressed that he screamed happily as if he had seen a savior.

The witch, lame, and wood were embarrassed by the small circle and sweated. They all raised their heads in surprise and looked towards the door when they heard the sound of the stone.

Among them, the wood carrying the hammer and brazing iron rubbed against the ground and walked quickly towards Han Cheng.

Those who didn't know thought he wanted to do something to the **** son Han Da.

"God... Son of God, I can't draw a circle..."

Mu Mu greeted him at the gate, and said with a face of shame, as if he was about to cry.

Looking at the hammer and iron drill in the wood's hand, Han Cheng forgiven the wood's delayed construction period to a great extent, and fully understood his difficulties.

Wood is embarrassed to look like this. As a generous person, how could he blame Wood again?

This is really unkind.

Well, sometimes carrying bricks to admit mistakes can often get twice the result with half the effort.

For example, the current wood, or how many years later, in order to test whether the axe is sharp, after cutting down my father’s favorite cherry tree, I carried the axe to Washington, where my father admitted his mistake...

After such a small incident, Han Cheng quickly understood what problems they encountered.

Han Cheng's cheeks twitched, thinking that it would be enough after he explained things. Who would have thought that they would be embarrassed by the small circle collectively?

This thing is really dumbfounding.

Looking at a few people who looked at him eagerly, Han Cheng felt that he had to show his skills!

Shenzi Han Da rolled up his sleeves, exposed his arms, and picked up the slender stone like a pen.

Just when a few people waited and thought that the **** son was going to show off his skills, and after a big stroke, he drew a round circle easily and casually, the **** son Han Da left here cleanly and went to the room.

Looking at the back of the **** child who left quickly, the few people who hadn't eaten oranges were all stunned.

Does this seemingly simple circle embarrass the **** child?

How else could the **** son leave without saying anything?

Fortunately, Han Cheng came out of the room within a short time and walked all the way to here quickly.

He didn't hold an orange, but a thin piece of twine.

In the curious and puzzled gazes of several people, Han Cheng pulled out one end of the rope with a small noose and tied the other end to the thin stone pen.

Find a trunk with the thickness of the tip of a little finger and insert it in the noose, and a simple compass is made.

To draw a circle freehand, Han Cheng doesn't have the ability~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This skill is generally only available to master painters or senior teachers who have been teaching mathematics and geography for some years.

Fortunately, one of the characteristics of people is the use of tools.

Under the gaze of a few people, Han Cheng first wiped away the messy traces on the granite, then measured it for a while, and roughly found the center of the stone.

Stand the small stick there, press it firmly with your hand, and straighten the rope with a stone pen in the other hand, and then use your hand to make a circular motion around the stick.

Under the surprised gaze of the witch, stone, lame, and wood, a very standard circle appeared on the stone slab easily.

A few people looked at the circle, looked at the tools in Han Cheng's hand, and then looked at each other. They were all quiet for a while.

What caused their melancholy hair to fall out, was it solved easily?

(The production process of the bittern is a little bit problematic, book friends should not be too true, and never try this method, because I can't guarantee that the bittern will come out, after all, there are a lot of impurities in the salt mine...)