I am a Primitive Man

The people of the Qingque tribe who were immersed in the painting in front of them, when they heard the words of the stone, many people came to their senses.

Yes, they still have to plant the land, cut the grass, and have to... survive so much, how can they have spare energy to do these things?

How could the tribe be built like this when the millet was yellow?

The stone is undoubtedly like a scoop of cold water pouring down, dispelling a lot of people's enthusiasm, making them feel extremely uncomfortable if they want to quickly turn these things into reality in the painting.

Han Cheng had already considered the start of construction. After the spring ploughing, relatively speaking, the tribe would have a lot of idle time.

When the time comes, let the women and children in the tribe do relatively easy things such as weeding and loosening the soil, and the strong men will participate in the construction of houses.

Although the tribe is a bit crowded now, according to the low requirements for living space and environment, there will be no problem in another two or three years.

In two or three years, enough people have done all this.

And houses built one after another can be put into use one after another. It is not necessary to build everything before starting to use it.

Han Cheng smiled and said his plan. Everyone who was worried just now immediately felt a sense of relief.

Yes, these can be built slowly, there is no need to build them all at once.

Just like the houses and walls currently owned by the tribe, they were built one after another.

After hearing Han Cheng's explanation of the stone, after a while, he couldn't bear to stretch out his hand and scratch his head. Since it was not built when the millet was yellow, what do you do with the yellow millet painted in the fields around the fence?

The mature millet and fruits on the painting certainly make the whole painting more attractive.

For everyone in the tribe, the fruits of Huang Chengcheng will always be more attractive than things like Fenghuaxueyue.

Han Cheng, who knows the temperament of the tribe people, naturally wants to prescribe the right medicine.

The witch, who trembled like a chaff, finally calmed down.

The scoop of cold water splashed down on the stone made him realize a problem.

That is the wall of the tribe.

The scale of 1:200 was written on Wu's hand. As an eager old man in the tribe, Wu still knew something about the scale.

Because before Han Cheng, when the education and trade draws the map, he used to talk about the scale.

A rough estimate of the length of the painted wall, and a rough calculation, although there is no accurate figure, but Wu also understands that the painted wall has far exceeded the current wall of the tribe.

If you take a closer look at this picture, you will find that many buildings will exceed the scope of the current wall.

If you want to build all these buildings, then the existing walls in the tribe must be stripped off...

Walls are the most time-consuming thing in the entire tribe. Not to mention construction, it takes a lot of time just to tear down the existing walls.

If you want to build a larger wall than now, it will consume more energy.

For the rest of the houses, apart from these things, just demolishing the walls to build the walls, I am afraid that it will not be completed by the time of Guzihuang.

The tribe will lose the protection of the wall for such a long time, then...

Although there are many people in the tribe nowadays, and they also have many bronze weapons, as long as they think that there is no wall protection for such a long time, the witch's heart feels uneasy at all.

He hesitated for a while, and then told the matter.

As soon as Wu's words were spoken, Han Cheng's heart was stunned. How could he forget this matter?

The other people in the tribe who were excited about the bright future were also stunned at this time. There is no doubt that the amount of cold water from the witch is more than enough.

If the stone is treated according to the scoop, then the witch must be treated according to the bucket.

During this gap period, Han Cheng did not expect that when he was planning, at this time when he was said by Wu, he suddenly felt bad. How could such a big flaw be left?

However, his daze was only for a short time, and after a while he had already thought of a solution.

The solution to this problem is actually very simple, that is, not to demolish the wall first, first build the large outer wall, and then remove the old wall inside.

Just like when you first wanted to build in the tribe, you first chose to build a wall, and then you built a house inside the wall after safety was guaranteed.

In this way, there will be no problems with the defense of the tribe.

He hadn't noticed this problem before, but now that he was mentioned by Wu, the countermeasures came out.

Han Cheng smiled and told everyone about the solution. The people who were poured with a bucket of cold water, and Han Cheng added firewood and fanned the flames, soon burned again.

Wu also brightened his eyes and felt that this method was indeed very good.

As a result, there were no worries ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ The members of the Qingque tribe who confirmed the feasibility of this matter suddenly became excited again.

This rendering of Han Cheng’s painstakingly drawn is regarded as a treasure by the people in the tribe. Everyone took turns to watch carefully with longing and excitement, imagining the scene of living in it in the future, and each of them was very emotional. .

The witch guarded by the painting, like a miser. Those who wanted to reach out and touch the painting were all slapped by the witch, for fear of being damaged by these people.

If it weren't for Han Cheng's repeated refusal, the Qingque tribe tonight would definitely have a grand party.

Because the witch wanted to inform the respected **** of this great thing through sacrifice.

A picture stirred up a thousand layers of waves. As soon as this effect picture came out, the people of the Qingque tribe immediately became as excited as a chicken blood.

For a while, everyone said and talked about this thing, and many people were fantasizing about living in such a tribe...

As night fell, the heat was slightly reduced. Han Cheng lying on the kang was not as excited as everyone else, because he had been thinking about the old fence.

In the afternoon, he told everyone that after the new wall was built, the method of removing the old wall always made him feel a little inappropriate.

On the one hand, it is not easy to construct the wall, and on the other hand, it is troublesome to remove it. The third is that although he wrote the word "demolition" on the wall, no one would give him generous compensation after it was removed. .

After all, he himself is the leader of the tribe.

After much thought, Han Cheng stretched out his hand and slapped his head severely.

Why does a good wall always think about demolishing it? Isn't it good to stay here and do Wengcheng?

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