Hao Dadao looked at the leaving group of people, still feeling a little palpitated.
Banjin, whose legs were broken, and Baoliang, whose arms were broken, came over in a hurry, lowering their heads and not daring to look at him.
Hao Dadao did not scold them for their interest. Thinking of the reputation of the Wei family and the identity of Wei Cheng, he was now distressed.
At this time, Zhang Zhongjing came over and said calmly: "Brother Da Dao, don't be so worried. It's a blessing, not a curse. Disasters cannot be avoided. Besides, Little Friend Wei is not a strong person, so you can relax."
Hao Dadao smiled bitterly and could only nod. After all, Zhang Zhongjing brought him here, and Zhang Zhongjing was very kind to Haojia Village, so now he could only treat Wei Cheng kindly.
Thinking of this, he quickly ordered people to arrange a new residence for Wei Cheng. Zhang Zhongjing's thatched hut must not be crowded.
Everyone returned to the top of the mountain one by one. Wei Cheng was directing the villagers to dig pits as if nothing was wrong.
Hao Dadao deliberately stepped forward to flatter him and asked him to rest, but was stopped by Zhang Zhongjing.
"Brother Da Dao, just keep everything as usual."
Zhang Zhongjing was pretty good at reading people. He felt that Wei Cheng didn't like Hao Dadao's sudden change of attitude, and that was indeed the case. If Hao Dadao suddenly became flattering, Wei Cheng would definitely slap his butt and leave immediately.
"This..." Hao Dadao struggled for a moment, and finally said helplessly: "I don't know what kind of medicine this young master is selling in his gourd. I'm very nervous. Alas."
Zhang Zhongjing smiled and said nothing, glanced at Wei Cheng, turned around and continued his work. The Pulsatilla decoction was very effective, so he wanted to record the recovery status of each villager so that he could write it down for future reference.
Wei Cheng knew that Hao Dadao had been staring at him, but he had no choice. He was just here to collect medicine, and he didn't know when he would come back again. Anyway, we can't get along with each other for a few days, and I will just stop coming later.
After thinking about this, he patiently guided the villagers to dig pits.
I have to say that these villagers are quite smart, and they can be said to know everything at once.
"Mr. Wei, does this pit really have so many benefits?"
"That's right." Wei Cheng nodded and said. Although Maokeng pollutes the air quality a bit, it has many benefits.
Especially in an era like this, the role of a latrine is not just to solve the needs in that area.
"You can try it later, add some rotten leaves and wood, wait ten days and a half, and then pour the manure in the fields. During the autumn harvest, you will definitely get unexpected harvests."
This sentence is a bit exaggerated. Therefore, Wei Cheng planned to teach them how to weed and regularly water crops and remove insects to ensure that the harvest would not be too low, lest he would be slapped in the face later.
The person who was talking to Wei Cheng was called Shengtou. He was the eldest brother of Ban Jin and Ba Liang. He was also one of the more prestigious people in Haojia Village. He was a good hunter and had some skills as a carpenter. He was the one who led the team to log wood before. .
Different from the half-catty guy who likes to cheat and show off, he has a square head and a positive attitude towards work. Even though he looks very old, he is actually only twenty-three years old this year, two years younger than Wei Cheng. By the way, Hao Dadao is thirty-six years old, and the dumb uncle is only in his early thirties.
"Wei Tou, ask someone to build a fire and burn the surface of the wood black."
Wei Cheng saw several villagers bringing a pile of wood. It was cut down by Zhengtou and his men, and there were still some young leaves on it.
Zhengtou asked curiously: "Do you want to burn the wood into charcoal?"
Wei Teng nodded and said, "Yes, the surface is burned into charcoal. This way the wood can prevent corrosion and increase its hardness. After all, you have to squat on it to defecate. If the wood rots or deforms, wouldn't it be very dangerous?"
"Isn't it more dangerous to burn it into charcoal? Charcoal can break easily." A villager asked in confusion.
Wei Cheng emphasized: "Yes, the fully burned charcoal is indeed very brittle, but if it is just a black layer on the surface, the wood will become very hard, and it can also prevent moths."
Seeing everyone looking at him in confusion, Wei Cheng said with a smile: "Let's light the fire first, and I will demonstrate it to you. After watching it, you will understand."
He scratched his head and went to light the fire obediently. The bonfire in the middle of the gathering place was burning all day long. All he had to do was dig out a few red-hot coals. After a while, the fire started to burn.
Wei Cheng chose a branch as thick as two fingers and motioned to sharpen the branch.
Then, he took one and roasted it on the fire until it was almost done, and then polished it on the stone for a while to ensure that it was sharp enough. Then he said: "Use yours to see if it can be nailed to the wood."
Zheng Tou had a puzzled look on his face and cooperated: "I can't do it with just my hands. Ba Liang, go get my bow."
Ba Liang's arm was broken, so Zhang Zhongjing made him a straw rope and hung it around his neck. Hearing his elder brother's call, he reluctantly ran to a thatched hut and took out a short bow made of wood.
When he got closer, Ba Liang walked around Wei Cheng in fear, handed the bow to Cheng Tou, and ran away quickly.
Chengtou looked at his younger brother and sighed, and after confessing his sins to Wei Cheng, he skillfully stringed his bow, and with a 'whoosh' sound, one of the sharpened branches was accurately nailed to a piece of wood ten steps away.
Several villagers nearby burst into compliments and praised him for his good archery skills. Wei Cheng also nodded and said, "Not bad archery skills. You can try this one again." He handed over the branch with the burnt arrowhead.
Zhengtou smiled proudly, took the branch, and stringed the bow. The same strength and the same accuracy, but what surprised him was that this time the branch penetrated deeper into the wood, half a finger long.
He is worthy of being an old hunter. The difference between the two arrows can be seen at a glance. The arrow that has been burnt and processed by Wei Teng is obviously sharper and harder.
Wei Cheng said with a smile: "Go and pull it out and take a look. If my prediction is correct, your arrowhead should be bald, while mine is very sharp."
He became very interested and ran over to pull it out for comparison. Sure enough, as Wei Cheng said, the arrow roasted by fire was still sharp, but his one was bald and had no lethality.
"Mr. Wei, can we use this arrow-making method?" A villager asked excitedly after seeing it.
Wei Cheng nodded in a funny manner, "Of course, otherwise I will teach you what to do. Okay, you can think about the arrows later. Now let's dry the wood and burn the surface. Today we will try to build the hut." ."
"Hahaha, great." The villagers laughed excitedly. The arrows were sharper and more durable. For them, it meant that the difficulty of hunting was reduced a lot. If Wei Cheng hadn't asked them to work, they might have been unable to restrain themselves. The urge to go hunting.
At this time, Zhengtou also came over, bowed respectfully to Wei Cheng, and said: "Mr. Wei, I want to thank you on behalf of the villagers. I am stupid and don't know what to say. Let's do this. That picture yesterday Hupi, if you don’t dislike my craftsmanship, I can help you make a pair of winter boots later.”
Wei Cheng thought to himself, forget about the tiger leather boots, if you give me the tiger whip, I can give you a compound bow later.
