MTL - This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 197 Stone ground soy milk

Jiang Xuan strolled around the shipyard. With the current progress, it would be very good to be able to build the first wooden boat that can actually be launched before next summer.

As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as the first wooden boat can be successfully manufactured, the subsequent manufacturing speed will be faster and faster, and it will also lay the foundation for the manufacture of larger boats.

"Take your time, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"Wait...tofu?"

Jiang Xuan suddenly thought that there are beans in the Veng tribe, and they are **** peas. They should be able to make tofu, right?

Worst of all, you can also make soy milk!

It is much better than eating beans directly, and I am not afraid of bloating after eating too much.

"Yes! How could I forget the soy milk and tofu!"

Jiang Xuan encouraged several people in the shipyard, then left the shipyard and went to the stone tool workshop.

Not long ago, almost all the workshops of the Teng tribe moved to the east bank, including stone tool workshops.

The advantage of this is to separate the various workshops from the residential area, to ensure a better living environment in the residential area, and to avoid being affected by various pollution and noise from various workshops.

The stone workshop is easy to find, because there is always the sound of grinding.

Jiang Xuan walked into the stone tool workshop and found old man Heishi.

"Boss, what stone tools do you want to make?"

The old man Heishi looked at Jiang Xuan with anticipation. Because of the appearance of bronze ware, many clansmen no longer completely depended on stone tools, resulting in less work in stone tool workshops.

This made the old man Heishi very sad. Compared with bronze tools, he preferred all kinds of stone tools. Even the various bronze hammers and bronze chisels sent by Jiang Xuan, he rarely used them.

He stubbornly uses the old tools because he feels the old tools are easier to use.

But when those young apprentices were making stone tools, some of them had already begun to use bronze tools, and the old man of Black Stone had no objection.

In the alternation of new and old tools, the old man Heishi is more stubborn to himself, but more tolerant to others, and does not restrict apprentices from using new tools.

This is also one of the reasons why Jiang Xuan respects the old man Heishi.

"I want to make a stone mill, which can grind all kinds of grains into powder."

"Stone mill?"

The old black stone frowned, his eyes full of blankness, because he had never heard of this kind of stone tool.

Jiang Xuan thought about it and said, "I'll make you a model out of mud, okay?"

The old man Heishi nodded. Jiang Xuan had already done this kind of thing with muddy models several times, and it was very useful.

Jiang Xuan took a stick, dug some soil outside the stone tool workshop, added a little water and made a mud ball, and then kneaded it into the shape of two stone mills. The texture is drawn.

"Look, the stone mill is divided into an upper half fan and a lower half fan. This eye is called the grinding eye, the middle one is called the stone grinding shaft, and the lines on it are called grinding teeth."

"The upper half of the stone mill is connected to a wooden handle, which can be rotated along the axis, while the lower half is fixed."

"When the grain is put into the stone mill along the grinding eye, and then the stone mill is pulled, these grinding teeth will grind the grain into powder little by little, and then flow out along the edge."

Jiang Xuan thought for a while, and then explained: "It's like our teeth eat, we can grind things back and forth, bit by bit, and stone grinding is almost the same."

The old man Heishi looked at the stone model in Jiang Xuan's hand, and listened to his explanation, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He is an old stone tool master, and he only needs a little understanding to know whether this thing can be done or not.

At the same time, he showed a very strong interest in this very practical Neolithic tool.

"Boss, you put this muddy stone mill here, and I will polish the real stone mill!"

Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "I believe in your old stone tool grinding skills."

Jiang Xuan hesitated for a while, and then said: "There is another suggestion, I don't know if you can always accept it."

"Let's talk, chief."

Jiang Xuandao: "This stone grinding shaft is very important. If it is made of wood, one is easy to wear and the other is easy to break. If it is made of stone, ordinary stone is easy to break, and high-quality stone is used to make a shaft. It's a bit of a waste."

"Because we will need a lot of such stone grinding in the future, it is impossible to use high-quality stone to polish the shaft."

"So, I think it's a good choice to use bronze cast stone to grind the shaft, which is wear-resistant and not easy to break..."

After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, he looked at the old man Heishi sincerely, because he knew that the old man Heishi didn't like bronze utensils very much. Jiang Xuan didn't know if he could accept the addition of bronze utensils to the stone utensils he polished.

The old man's face froze, and he was silent for a moment, then looked at the bronze utensils that other apprentices in the stone tool workshop were using, and finally reluctantly compromised.

"Since the leader believes that bronze is suitable for casting stone grinding shafts, then... cast it with bronze."

Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the old man Heishi was too stubborn and old-fashioned. In that case, the stone mill produced would be much less durable.

Jiang Xuan wanted to leave, but he saw the old man Heishi's face was a little lonely, so he stopped again.

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"How about going outside and having a chat?"

The old man Heishi nodded, then followed Jiang Xuan to the outside.

Walking outside the stone tool workshop, Jiang Xuan and the old man Heishi sat on a few large stones.

"Let me tell you a story."

The old man Heishi nodded, his eyes still relatively lonely.

Jiang Xuan considered for a moment and said, "A long time ago, our ancestors used only stones, sticks and animal bones for hunting."

"Because of these kinds of things, you can pick them up anywhere and use them, which is very convenient."

"Later, someone found that sharp-edged stones were very good at cutting hides and meat, so they started using sharp stones."

"Not long after, someone discovered that tying sharp stones or animal bones to wooden sticks can cause more damage to the prey, so they combined stones or animal bones with wooden sticks to make stone spears and bones. spear."

"Later, our ancestors discovered that grinding stones into various shapes can be better used, so they invented the technique of grinding stone tools."

"It can be seen that the tools used by our ancestors were slowly created by ourselves. In order to be more aggressive, our ancestors often combined two or three materials to create new tools."

"If our ancestors hadn't combined stones and sticks, we wouldn't have stone spears."

"Since our ancestors could combine several materials together, why can't we do it now? It doesn't matter if the manufactured utensils are easy to use, whether they are made of stone or bronze."

After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, a thoughtful expression appeared on Hei Shi's face, and he was touched by Jiang Xuan's words.

Yes, as long as the manufactured utensil works well, it doesn't matter what kind of stone it is made of, or bronze?

After a long time, the old man Heishi said solemnly: "Boss, I understand, I will try to accept bronze."

Jiang Xuan smiled and nodded, and he was relieved. He said so much, and finally it was not in vain.

The old man Heishi stood up again, and the loneliness in his eyes disappeared.

Although he is old, he is not a stubborn old man, otherwise he would not let the apprentices in the stone workshop use bronze tools.

Now, after Jiang Xuan's solution, he has figured out that he can no longer hold on to those old tools in the future. There are better tools, why not use them?

After he figured it out, the old man returned to the stone tool workshop and immediately began to study the stone mill model left by Jiang Xuan. This kind of neolithic tool that can grind grain into powder made him very interested.

Jiang Xuan also returned to the West Bank residential area, because there is still a very important event waiting for him to do, and that is the autumn sacrifice.

The Fuji tribe will hold sacrifices many times a year, but the two large-scale sacrifices are only twice a year, that is, the spring sacrifice and the autumn sacrifice.

Among them, the autumn sacrifice is the most solemn.

Because autumn is often the time of harvest, there is enough food in the tribe, which is suitable for large-scale sacrifices.

Moreover, this year's autumn sacrifice, the number of people from the Fuji tribe will increase a lot.

Because when attacking the Fierce Bird Tribe, Jiang Xuan promised that as long as the prisoners didn't run away, didn't make trouble, and fought bravely, everyone could join the Vine Tribe and become a true member of the Vine Tribe.

The battle has been won, and this year has had a bumper harvest. It's time to fulfill the promise.

After returning to the residential area, Jiang Xuan immediately summoned all the leaders and began to arrange the sacrifice.

Two hunting teams, as well as fishing teams, have to go out to find suitable sacrifices, the more the better.

The planting team had to pick out the best grains and vegetables, and the guard team had to clean up threats around the tribe to ensure that the sacrifices went smoothly.

Other teams also need to prepare various sacrificial supplies, as well as cleaning the tribe.

When the whole Vine tribe started to run for the great autumn sacrifice, it was the captives who were the happiest.

Because they can finally break away from their captive status and join the Vine Tribe!

After more than a year of running-in, they have truly adapted to the rattan tribe and have a full understanding of the power of the rattan tribe.

In addition, the most rebellious captives have been killed, and the remaining captives just want to live in peace and quiet, and the idea of ​​revenge for the former tribe has become less and less.

Because in the Vine tribe, their life is much better than in the previous tribe, and it can even be said that the gap is very large.

In this case, joining the Vine tribe became the best choice for most captives.

On September 29, after the sun rises, the autumn festival of the Veng tribe officially begins.

"Woooooooo..."

With the sound of the horn, the costumed Vine tribesmen and a large number of captives gathered in the open space in front of the altar.

Everyone wore their best animal skin clothes, hung various accessories symbolizing glory, and painted the totem pattern of the vine tribe and the warrior pattern on their faces.

"Kakaka…"

Under the control of the **** vine, the four gates on the vine wall were temporarily closed, and all those who did not belong to the vine tribe were expelled.

Then, the sacrificial ceremony officially began.

Chi Shao walked up to the altar and began to sing the magic spell.

"Buzz!"

With the chant of Chishao, the divine vines on the stone mountain erupted with a strong divine light, which made people dare not look directly, and the terrifying divine power was overwhelming.

Dozens of giant dragonflies flew up, bathed in sunlight and divine light, and danced constantly around the stone mountain.

After Chishao finished singing the mantra, some warriors shouted loudly, "Sacrifice!"

The vine tribe warriors lifted various offerings one after another, lined up on the altar, put down the offerings and walked down the other side.

Soon, the offerings on the altar piled up into a hill.

Chishao worshipped again: "Please enjoy the offering to the **** of rattan."

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Countless roots protruded out of the soil and quickly wrapped around the various offerings on the altar, and soon wrapped the entire altar.

When the goddess had eaten all the offerings, the roots retracted to the ground.

The red peony on the altar did not take the next step, but looked at Jiang Xuan.

Seeing this, Jiang Xuan nodded to Chi Shao and walked to the left of the altar. Facing the nearly 2,000 prisoners, he first affirmed their efforts and performance on the battlefield, and then announced that all the prisoners would join the Veng tribe.

After Jiang Xuan's voice fell, all the people who had left their captive status cheered excitedly. They had been waiting for this day for a long time.

After these people cheered, the sacrifice continued, Chishao stood on the altar and began to sing the blessing mantra.

"Crash..."

Countless vines appeared on the top of everyone's heads, and then sprinkled large swaths of divine liquid, as if it was raining heavily in the sky.

These divine fluids were inhaled into the bodies of the Veng tribe people, and many who had not yet become warriors became monochromatic warriors after absorbing the divine fluid.

Those who have become warriors become stronger.

After the big sacrifice, the strength of the entire vine tribe will increase to a certain extent.