Chapter 58: Shoulder Pole, Door, and the Wagging Wolf Cub
After Han Cheng slapped his head, a new tool, the shoulder pole, appeared in the tribe.
For the Green Sparrow tribe, surrounded by trees lying on the ground, finding suitable wood for making shoulder poles was easy. A tree stick about one and a half ters long and the thickness of a forearm had notches carved at both ends with a stone knife to secure the ropes on the water cans, preventing them from falling. The middle section of the shoulder pole, about twenty centiters long, was carefully smoothed to avoid discomfort on the shoulders while carrying water.
The people in the tribe were once again impressed by the ingenious ideas of their godson. The seemingly simple shoulder pole turned out to be surprisingly practical. Previously, carrying a single heavy water can felt burdenso, but now they can carry two cans and walk more than 1.5 km from the river to the wall without feeling tired.
Suddenly, thoughts of the "New Calcium Super Calcium High Calcium Tablets" advertisent ca to mind: "As you age, you love the ease of the new calcium tablets. One tablet daily, five in one go, effortlessly climbing five floors!"
However, in the beginning, shoulders couldn't bear the load, and they would beco swollen after a day of carrying water. Yet, it beca not an issue after continuing this for so ti. Those accustod to using the shoulder pole felt that the previous practice of carrying water directly with their hands was foolish.
Due to the need to leave a gate on this wall, the construction process differed from the previous one, especially at the location of the gate. Han Cheng brainstord extensively to ensure the gate's strength without compromising the overall solidity of the wall.
The solution was to build a one-ter square door pillar directly at the gate's location. The square pillar connected to the wall on the west side, and on the north side of the pillar, it extended an additional two and a half ters to form a right angle, providing mutual support between the two walls, making it much more robust than a single wall.
Moreover, after the wall's completion, a roof could be added to the two-and-a-half ter walls on both sides of the gate, creating a room at the gate. This could protect the gate from wind and sun and provide a place to store simple tools.
Especially during the hot sumr days, opening the gate, squatting underneath it, feeling the cool breeze, and enjoying a al was an incredibly satisfying experience.
The challenge was installing the door and making it sturdy, but Han Cheng also devised a solution. The key was in the one-ter square door pillar.
During the construction of this door pillar, at distances of thirty centiters, one ter twenty centiters, and two ters from the ground, Han Cheng inserted extrely hard wood with roots attached. These logs were about one ter twenty centiters long and had a diater roughly the size of a bowl.
The end with the root was driven into the door pillar. After construction, it was impossible to pull them out from the outside. These three logs were used to secure the door. Once the door was constructed, it could be easily fixed onto these three logs. Additionally, the hidden chanisms were all concealed inside. Once the door was locked from the inside, it appeared as two ordinary doors from the outside. To remove the door, one had to work from the inside, making it impossible from the outside.
Ti quietly passed, and each day seed to have no significant difference from the past. However, many things were quietly changing in this tranquility; so even completed the journey from birth to death.
The little wolf cub beca more affectionate, trotting around Han Cheng all day.
It had grown quite a bit during this ti, and the wolf's characteristics were gradually becoming evident. However, its personality hadn't shown much yet.
Han Cheng waved a small piece of wood before Fujiang, then tossed it away.
Fujiang was the na Han Cheng gave to the little wolf cub, hoping for a good on.
Without Han Cheng's command, Fujiang turned and ran, swiftly reaching the fallen piece of wood, grabbing it in its mouth, and then scampering back to Han Cheng.
Placing the wood in Han Cheng's outstretched hand, Fujiang extended its tongue, looking at Han Cheng with anticipation, like a child eager for praise after doing sothing right.
Ignoring Fujiang, Han Cheng pretended to be angry and pointed at Fujiang's tail.
Seeing this, Fujiang suddenly rembered sothing, and its expression changed, showing a frightened look.
Under Han Cheng's gaze, its tail lifted slightly, then awkwardly swayed left and right, appearing quite clumsy.
Watching this creature trying to please him by peeking and wagging its tail, Han Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Fujiang imdiately stopped wagging its tail, and the pitiful expression vanished. Instead, it bounced and jumped around Han Cheng, looking at him with flattery.
Han Cheng leisurely pulled a small animal skin pouch from his pocket, took a piece of salted jerky, and stuffed it into Fujiang's mouth.
People in the tribe, including Cheng, who had been bitten by the wolf before, had now accepted Fujiang's presence. They no longer glared at Fujiang as they did before, with a desire to pounce on its ears.
Now, they were more than willing to play with this new companion.
Inside the cave, flas rose, and the large pot simred with hot steam, spreading a rich aroma.
Like the others, Fujiang squatted in front of Han Cheng, eagerly staring at the pot, waiting for the signal to start the al.
Eating when hungry was always sothing to look forward to. However, Fujiang's anticipation was longer than that of ordinary people.
After looking forward to the boiling pot, it still had to wait for Han Cheng.
Under Fujiang's eager gaze, Han Cheng casually picked up a piece of green with chopsticks and placed it at his feet in Fujiang's dedicated bowl.
Seeing the greens, Fujiang deflated like a punctured ball, plopping down on the ground with a look of despair.
However, it occasionally peeked at Han Cheng's actions, revealing its true thoughts.
Han Cheng was accustod to Fujiang's playful antics. Without looking at Fujiang, he focused on eating his food, deliberately making loud smacking noises as if the at in his bowl was exceptionally delicious.
After waiting for a while in this manner, Fujiang, realizing it was futile, reluctantly lowered its head to its bowl, disdainfully eating the greens. Then, it raised its head to look at Han Cheng.
Seeing Han Cheng gazing at its tail, Fujiang lifted its tail and vigorously wagged it a few tis.
Han Cheng took a piece of cooked at from his bowl and put it into Fujiang's dish, reaching out to pat its head.
Fujiang, pretending to be angry, ate the at while enjoying Han Cheng's caresses, squinting its eyes contentedly, and its tail swayed left and right involuntarily.
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