Chapter 153 People Like Lu Ban and Alien Civilization

The half piece of wood for the lintel is very wide and thick, and the wider part is inside the wooden frame. In this way, compared with the outside of the door frame, the height between the top and bottom should be reduced by at least five centimeters.

It is precisely because of this that the door, which was originally placed loose outside the door frame, was stuck after being transferred to the inside of the door frame and placed against the door frame. Even if you let go, the door will not tilt too much to one side as before .

Lime's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he was heading in the right direction.

In his joy, he pulled the door with his hands and began to try to open and close it. The stick that protruded from one side of the door got stuck between the lintel and the ground. With the lame pull, the door rotated around the stick. .

The door opened, and Lame's eyes brightened, and by now he was convinced he was on the right track.

He tried to keep opening and closing the door, and gradually his brows wrinkled again.

In this way, the door can indeed be opened and closed, but it is very unstable. If one is not paying attention, it will be skewed, or it will run out of the lintel, and the other one is very heavy to open and close, unlike the two gates on the wall. So lightweight.

"Son of God."

Lame opened the door from the inside again, looked up and saw Shenzi standing not far from the door carrying a small basket full of small rapeseed, looking at him with a smile, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Very good, well done."

Han Cheng called to stop a child from the tribe who ran past here, and handed her a basket with small rapeseed in her hand, asking her to carry it to the cave, and told the person in charge of cooking that the soup would be cooked later Put these rapeseed inside.

After explaining this, Han Cheng looked at the door carefully for a while, then looked him up and down again, and praised him with a smile.

The lame who was praised was very happy, and immediately pointed to the door and shook his head: "If you don't pretend well, you will fall."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Han Cheng expectantly, wanting to get a solution from Shenzi, overcome this difficulty, and break the devil's malice.

Han Cheng thought for a while, then came into the house with the lame, and asked the lame to close the door again and straighten it.

Ren Liao kept still, and he used a broken tile he picked up just now to draw a semicircle on the ground against the hinge of the wooden door.

The door lintel is too high from the ground, and Han Cheng, who is not sure if Wu Dalang is tall, can't reach it. The thing of drawing circles around the door axis on it can only be done by the lame.

Fortunately, the wooden door is not heavy, and it only needs to be pushed with some strength by hand to make it stick to the door frame, so that it will not move. Well, it's not connected either.

The limping limp was holding on to the wall with one hand, his feet were slightly pointing, and with the other hand, he was holding the tiles and drawing circles against the door shaft above.

Although tiles are not as conspicuous as red bricks, they can still leave traces after repeated a few times.

After the circle was drawn, Han Chengcheng asked Liao to remove the door from here and move it outside again.

Looking at the circle drawn on the lower part of the lintel, Han Cheng suddenly put his hand on his forehead, full of helplessness.

After all the calculations, I still missed a step.

When it was first built, I only thought about drilling holes on the lintel after the door was built, so that the position of the holes could be accurately positioned so as not to be blinded.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly remembered that this time was not in the later generations. With the current drilling technology, it was really difficult to make such a hole in the air.

Han Cheng looked at the lintel that was completely built with the wall, and after thinking about it, he gave up the idea of ​​tearing it down and punching holes, otherwise the good new house would become a dilapidated house before it was moved in.

Of course, there is another reason that this is more troublesome than drilling holes in the air, and it will seriously affect the firmness of the door frame, which is really not worth the candle.

After limping back through the door, seeing Shenzi looking up and staring at the half circle he drew with a different expression, he immediately felt a little flustered, worried that it was because he didn't do well,

That's what the Son of God is like.

Han Cheng withdrew his gaze from the circle on the lintel, saw the lame uneasiness, and after a little thought, he knew that this guy was thinking about it, so he hurriedly smiled and said about punching holes on it.

After Limp heard this, the anxiety in his heart was greatly reduced. After thinking for a while, he said that he would definitely get the hole out, and he also beat his chest with his hands as a guarantee.

After saying this, Limp immediately came over with a large lump of mud, and set up a large pile of fire not far from the door.

Move over two stones to step on, and then paste mud on the lintel, paste a large area, leaving only the circle.

Then draw a burning stick from the burning fire and burn it in the round hole.

Hold the firewood stick in one hand, and hold the bone torch in the other hand to blow the air to ignite the fire. When the fire on the firewood stick is extinguished, put the top part of the firewood stick together, and then blow the air.

But this is indeed too troublesome, not only the posture is uncomfortable, but also the charcoal is easy to extinguish or fall.

It would be great if there were metal tongs at this time, so that you could directly pick up the burnt coals instead of being as difficult as it is now.

Han Cheng, who was watching the lame from the side, nodded slightly. The method used by the lame was the same as what he had imagined. It seemed that the number one carpenter of the Qingque tribe had been trained by himself.

If the Qingque tribe can be passed down forever, Lai should become a person like Lu Ban, right?

Well, it should be passed on, after all, Wu and Wu's disciple Shi Shi have been tirelessly recording things on the pottery board.

Lameness will definitely be recorded.

What about yourself?

Han Cheng suddenly thought of this question. If the Qingque tribe becomes strong enough and its influence becomes more and more far-reaching in the future, he should become a god like Gong Gong and Zhu Rong in ancient mythology, and even become an existence like Huangdi Yandi. possible.

Han Cheng thought flirtatiously like this, and his complexion suddenly twitched, because he suddenly remembered Wu's record about his origin, lightning and thunder, falling from the sky...

It is estimated that it is more likely that I will be regarded as an alien by later generations, and the early Qingque tribe civilization will be classified as an alien civilization.

Thinking about it this way, Han Cheng was looking forward to how many years later, someone would dig out everything that had been covered in dust.

When the time comes, those archaeological experts will definitely drop their jaws. It's interesting to think about it.

"Son of God."

A voice woke Han Cheng from this out-of-the-ordinary imagination, and when he looked up, it was the wood he had called back from the quarry.

Han Cheng took the wood and looked for a relatively straight stone with a length, width, and height of about fifteen, eleven, and eight centimeters.

Let the sweaty lame standing on the rock with his arms raised and his head burning, he and Mu move the big rock to the place where the circle was just drawn, and after adjusting a few postures , and using a short ruler, draw a cross on the relatively flat surface of the stone, and use the cross as the center to circle a circle, which is larger than the circle on the ground. Some.