"Clang!"

"Clang~"

Some sounds could be heard incessantly, and it seemed very empty.

On the edge of the river in the Qingque Tribe, the wheels of the water bucket are constantly turning in circles under the wash of the water. The water bucket in the house is driven by the rotating wooden pole like a pecking rooster, rising and falling together.

Amidst such ups and downs, the millet contained in the stone mortar placed below was gradually smashed open, revealing the yellow millet...

Han Cheng stood here, looking at the running water drum in trance.

The people pounding rice here didn't know what the Son of God was thinking, and they didn't dare to ask.

When doing the work of pounding rice, I was as careful as possible so as not to make too much noise.

Worried that it might disturb the Son of God.

After Han Cheng stood here for a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses.

He nodded to the people next to him who were busy pounding rice, then turned around and walked out of the rice-pounding house without saying a word, and walked all the way back to the tribe.

He did not go anywhere else, but went all the way to the carpenter's room.

Neither Lame nor the other carpenters who worked with Lame on making sailing ships were in the carpenter's room.

These people are staying outside the tribe at this time.

To be more specific, I stayed on the downstream bank of the river more than three miles away from the main tribe.

The water surface at that place is wider than the river in front of the Qingque Tribe.

They had gained a lot of experience on small sailboats and were preparing to build a larger sailboat. It would be unrealistic to do this in a carpenter's yard.

Special shipyards need to be built to allow them to develop freely.

This was chosen as the location to build the shipyard because it was relatively close to the tribe and the water surface was relatively wide.

The location where the shipyard was built was originally planted with hemp.

At this time, the hemp was basically mature, so under Han Cheng's order, he harvested that piece of hemp first.

It was almost a fire. For the sake of the more important sailing ship, Han Cheng could still afford this loss.

"Son of God."

"Son of God."

As Han Cheng walked in, the few people who were busy here greeted Han Cheng one after another.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded to them, responding one by one.

The carpenter's room seemed a lot deserted without the presence of Lame and his group.

Han Cheng walked straight to the carpenter's room, and after a while he took out an ax and a saw.

He found some more wood, placed it under the shade of the tree, and then began to work.

People will always change, and this change is mostly related to the living environment around them.

After living in such an era for such a long time, Han Cheng's hands-on ability began to rise sharply.

Just like carpentry.

Of course Han Cheng is not a professional.

But because I have more exposure in this era, my hands-on ability has been enhanced.

If he doesn't want others to do some small things, he can slowly make them by himself with an ax and other tools.

And it can still be done decently.

He first placed a wooden stick flat on the pier, raised one foot and stepped on it, and stepped hard to fix it.

After doing these things, Han Cheng started sawing the wood with the saw in his hand...

While Han Cheng was working, a carpenter from the tribe came over to talk to him.

After Han Cheng expressed that he wanted to explore slowly and did not need help from others for the time being, no one came to disturb him...

As time passed by while the ax was chopping and the plane was being pushed, the wood began to gradually become tangible...

Here in the carpenter's room, Han Cheng sat on the bench with something placed in front of him.

The shape of this thing looks a bit like a windlass used to draw water from a well, but there are still some differences.

Han Cheng held the curved wooden handle with his hand and turned it gently with his hand, and the thing began to rotate.

The wooden handle is connected to a piece of wood as thick as the mouth of a bowl, about thirty centimeters long.

As the wooden handle rotates, this piece of wood also starts to rotate.

In the middle of the top plane of the wood, there are seven wooden sticks as thick as chopsticks, which are made of very strong wood.

The wooden stick has grooves carved on it for easy tying of string.

He shook the wooden handle with his hand and felt it for a while. He felt that the shaking was very easy and smooth. Han Chenggong stopped his movements and began to pick up some fibers that he had brought to the side and began to tie them to the small wooden stakes.

After the fibers were tied to the seven small wooden pillars, Han Chenggong began to shake the handle of the tool.

The wooden handle drives the wooden pillar to rotate in a circle, and the wooden pillars nailed to the wooden pillar also rotate accordingly.

Also rotating together are the fibers tied to the wooden pillars.

This is the spinning machine that Han Cheng tried to make.

Obviously this thing is not mature at all, but is a particularly pure experimental product.

After just a few turns with his hand, Han Chengcheng had to stop his movements and start a new round of thinking.

There was a very obvious problem with this simple spinning machine just now.

The problem is that the fibers tied to the spinning machine will indeed rotate as the spinning machine rotates.

But because the other end of these fibers is not fixed, when the simple spinning machine rotates, the entire fiber rotates.

Under such circumstances, all the force exerted on the rope by the rotation of the spinning machine is lost, which is equivalent to useless work.

If you want to prevent the force on the rope from escaping, you can only fix it.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng came up with this solution.

After realizing what he needed to do to solve this problem, Han Cheng thought for a while, then started to untie the fibers tied to the spinning machine that was still in the experimental stage, and then found

The wood and tools were brought in, followed by a burst of clanging and banging sounds.

The voice is not smooth. This is because Han Cheng's thinking is not smooth at all. He often needs to stop and think for a while while doing it.

Sometimes it only takes a short pause, and sometimes there is no movement for a long time...

With Han Cheng's unremitting efforts, something finally appeared.

This is something like a shelf.

On the shelf, there is a log corresponding to the simple spinning machine made by Han Cheng.

There are seven regular holes on the cylinder, which correspond to the seven chopstick-like sticks on the simple spinning machine.

Bai Xuemei stood here watching the excitement, watching Han Cheng's movements seriously, with the look of a little obsessed girl in her eyes.

Although I don't understand the meaning of what Brother Cheng is doing now, and I am basically sure that what Brother Cheng is doing is still not successful, it still can't stop Bai Xuemei from looking at Han Cheng with stars all over her face.

Generally speaking, women who are nymphomaniacs or fall in love are like this.

Of course, if we have lived together for many years and have two or three children, we can still call it a love relationship...

Han Cheng placed it opposite the simple spinning machine. After adjusting the position, he began to tie the three fibers for the synthetic yarn together to a small pillar of the experimental spinning machine.

Han Cheng is very good at tying ropes. He can basically be regarded as the originator among the tribe.

Of course, the rope here is a relatively thick rope, not something that can't even be considered a thread if several fibers are put together.

Bai Xuemei was not a foodie, so she felt a little awkward when she saw Han Cheng doing this, so she immediately came over and helped Han Cheng do it.

Bai Xuemei, who has been dealing with these thin threads for many years, is naturally extremely handy when doing these things. Once these thin fibers, which cannot be pinched by the fingers of some big men, are in her hands, they are like

It was as if she had lost her life. In a short time, she had tied fibers to several small wooden pillars.

When Han Cheng saw Bai Xuemei taking action, he automatically abdicated in favor of someone more powerful.

After Bai Xuemei tied it up, he pulled the fiber that was divided into seven strands with his hands and walked to the shelf that had just been set up.

Insert a fiber into a corresponding hole, and then plug it with a small wooden pillar.

In this case, the fiber is fixed.

He did this in sequence, and within a short time, Han Cheng had fixed the seven fibers together.

After doing this, Han Chenggong came to the spinning machine under test, held the handle with his hand and started spinning.

As he shook it, the seven fibers tied to the loom began to rotate.

Because this time several fibers were fixed by the other end, and the upward force did not escape as the spinning machine rotated, so these scattered fibers were soon synthesized together and became qualified yarn.

Han Cheng showed a satisfied smile, and Bai Xuemei also showed a look of surprise on her face.
To be continued...