The sunshine in late summer and early autumn falls from the sky, making it less scorching.

Within the Qingque tribe, under the tree outside the carpenter's room, the first carpenter of the Qingque tribe, Lame, was sitting on a wooden pier with a bamboo cushion, chopping wood seriously with an ax in one hand and wood in the other.

With.

Beside him is a crafted wooden wheel.

The young carpenter Mao Er was also working with several other carpenters, holding an axe, a chisel, or a wooden bucket in his hand, and they were working there seriously.

After these few months of unremitting efforts, Mao Er's level has made great progress, and he is no longer the little apprentice who cried when he was embarrassed by a simple line drawing.

Lame and the others now make most of the new objects like donkey carts.

Because as the days pass by, the exciting and joyful autumn harvest is approaching day by day.

At this time, one more donkey cart with a larger load capacity will be manufactured, so that after the autumn harvest begins, the tribe will be able to have an easier time.

If the important matter of the autumn harvest is completed earlier, the people in the tribe can continue to build the Bronze Highway earlier!

The weather today is good, there will be a gust of wind blowing from time to time, and it is not muggy at all.

It would be very comfortable for them to stay in the shade and work like this without being exposed to direct sunlight.

But many times, God will not let you feel so comfortable.

Just like now, a small accident has happened.

Another gust of wind blew by, causing the leaves to make a sound and the branches to sway accordingly.

In addition to some yellowing leaves blown off by the wind, some other things also fell down.

This is a bunch of pecans.

I don’t know why, but they, which are usually very strong, were shaken down by the wind at this time.

"when!"

Impartially, the bunch of pecans hit the lame man right on top of his head.

After making a somewhat crisp sound, the bunch of pecans scattered into pieces and jumped away into the distance.

Lame, who was sitting there seriously working, suddenly suffered such an attack, and he was a little confused.

His body shook for a moment, and he looked at the pecans flying around and rolling on the ground. Then he looked up at the branches and leaves of the pecans above his head, as well as the bunches of pecans looming between the branches and leaves. After a while, he threw them away.

The wood in his hand covered his head.

These pecan trees were planted by Han Cheng a few years ago.

Of course, the yard cannot be left bare, and more trees need to be planted for shade.

However, in line with the principle of eating what you can and creating more food, these trees planted in the courtyard are all fruit trees.

And unlike those planted outside, those fruit trees cultivated by Bugs Bunny in the nursery, the ones planted in the yard were planted by Han Cheng and his people, who found bowl-shaped fruit trees from outside and brought back a large pile of soil.

In this way, the tribe can have patches of shade more quickly.

Holding his head in one hand, he looked up at the hickory tree's confused and lame figure, which made Mao Er's apprentices cover their mouths and secretly enjoy themselves.

Being able to be hit on the head with such precision by a hickory nut is truly a joyful thing.

After rubbing his sore head for a while, he let go and continued to work on the carpentry.

But after doing it for a while, he stopped, stretched out his hands to rub his aching head, looked at a few pecans that had rolled to the side, and then looked up at the pecans above his head, his lame eyes showed.

A thoughtful look.

And as time went by, the thoughtful look on Lame's face became more intense, and even later, he even put down the ax in his hand, and his whole person was in a state of contemplation.

During this process, Lame's expression would change from time to time. Sometimes it was confused, and sometimes it was filled with the fear of a cold war...

Lame's state has been going on for a long time. Looking at Lame's current state, Mao'er's apprentices felt scared for no reason. They wanted to go over and wake Lame up, but they didn't dare.

Several apprentices who quietly moved away from Lame looked at Lame who was obviously not normal with worry and some fear, and whispered about whether they should tell the Son of God about this matter.

At the same time, I decided to stay away from these pecan trees in the future to avoid being hit on the head by them and becoming lame like this...

"Okay! Hahahaha..."

It was at this time that Lame, who had been sitting there silently thinking, suddenly stood up from the wooden pier and burst out laughing wildly.

This sudden move startled the unsuspecting Mao Er and made them tremble all over.

They were originally hesitant about whether to tell the Son of God about this, but now they no longer hesitate.

"I'll tell the Son of God!"

Mao Er shouted and ran away.

"I thought of it, I thought of it!"

After laughing wildly, Lame still didn't calm down. He clenched his fists and shouted excitedly.

Then he limped into the carpenter's room...

Han Cheng was holding a bowl there and cracking open the wild duck eggs that were floating and could not be used to hatch ducklings one by one to see if they could still be eaten.

The insides of these duck eggs are covered with bloodshot eyes, and inside are small ducklings of various sizes, formed or unformed.

Among them were two duck eggs. The ducklings inside had already grown fur and would hatch out in just a few days. It was a pity that they met Han Cheng and the others at this juncture...

These two little ducks with egg yolks attached look very similar to the iron-clad eggs sold on the streets in later generations.

It's just that one of them is an egg and the other is a duck egg.

Han Cheng wanted to wear these two balls and grill them over charcoal fire, but after thinking about it, he really couldn't put them in his mouth.

On the other hand, Wu, who was listening to Han Cheng talk about the food called maodan, looked very interested and wanted to try it.

Han Cheng thought for a while but still didn't agree. Instead, he threw these to Fu Jiang, who stood aside and watched eagerly for a while. There was blood in the bowl, with half-formed duck eggs floating in the middle. Han Cheng also poured it down.

Into the dog bowl.

This made Wu, who was still thinking about getting some eggs to eat, very distressed.

It was Han Cheng who was doing this. If it were someone else, Wu Fei would pull him and teach him a lesson.

It was at this time that Mao Er ran over in a hurry, and when he was far away, he shouted: "God... Son of God! No... it's not good... lame..."

The appearance of the cat's ears and loud shouting made Wu stop staring at Fu Jiang's mouth, who swallowed the two balls in a few seconds, and no longer wanted to pounce on them and take them out.

posture.

"What's wrong with lameness?!"

Han Cheng stood up suddenly, looked at Mao Er and asked loudly, his voice full of anxiety.

Han Cheng was very concerned about the lame, which played an extremely important role in the future development of the tribe and the safety of the people.

"lame……"

Mao Er, who was running a little out of breath, began to talk about what happened outside the carpenter's room not long ago. When he was talking about this, thinking about the limp performance, Mao Er felt a little palpitated and shivered.

"Son of God, hurry up and take a look..."

After hearing what Mao Er said, Wu, who wanted to take the balls out of Fu Jiang's mouth, became anxious and said in a somewhat anxious voice.

Han Cheng hurried to the carpenter's room with Wu and Mao Er.

However, Han Cheng's heart had returned to his stomach, and the panic in his heart had been replaced by weirdness and another kind of suspicion.

According to Mao Er's story, Lame's abnormal reactions just now were completely a sign of enlightenment!

Could it be that this guy was hit on the head by a pecan, and then, like the great scientist Newton, he thought about why the fallen pecan didn't go elsewhere, or even fly to the sky, but hit him on the head.

That’s a great question, right?

The ecstasy at the end was obviously that I had an answer to the question I was thinking about.

This magical guy couldn't really have his head opened by pecans, right?

Then, by smashing a pecan on the head, he came up with the extremely profound theory of universal gravitation, which is extremely important to the development of physics, right?

This... if this is really the case, the wind blown out by the wings of this little butterfly is quite strong! It is like a tornado!

The more Han Cheng thought about it, the weirder he felt in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more surprised and uncertain he became, and his steps began to speed up involuntarily.

He couldn't wait to see Lame, and then ask him, who had his head opened by hickory nuts, what on earth had he thought of, and whether it was about gravity.

If this is really the case, then Lame is not just the top carpenter in the tribe!

"Son of God!"

Han Cheng and Wu hurried to the carpenter's room. The other carpenters who stayed here breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Han Cheng and the others coming over, and hurriedly came over to greet them.

"Where's the lame? Where is it?"

Han Cheng lowered his voice and asked the few people who came up to greet him.

Influenced by Han Cheng, several people also lowered their voices to answer, and then stretched out their hands to point to the carpenter's room.

Han Cheng calmed down and walked to the carpenter's room with Wu.

Arriving at the door of the carpenter's room, the scene inside came into view.
To be continued...