I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 153 – A man like Lu Ban, and Alien Civilization
The wood used for the lintel was quite wide and thick, with the wider part inside the wooden frame. Consequently, compared to the outside of the door frame, the height between the top and bottom had to be reduced by at least five centimeters.
Due to this, the door, which was loose outside the frame, got stuck after being moved inside and placed against the frame. Even if released, the door wouldn’t tilt as much as before.
Lame’s eyes lit up; he felt he might be on the right track. Joyful, he used his hand to pull the door and began testing opening and closing it. The wooden bar on one side protruding above and below got stuck between the lintel and the ground. As Lame pulled, the door rotated around this bar.
The door was opened, and Lame’s eyes lit up even more. At this point, he was convinced that his method was correct. Continuing to pull the door open and close, he gradually furrowed his brow.
Indeed, the door could now open and close, but it was very unstable. A moment of inattention could cause it to tilt or run out from under the lintel. Moreover, opening and closing it required considerable effort, unlike the two large gates mounted on the fence, which were light and easy to handle.
“Divine Child.”
Lame again opened the door from the inside and saw the Divine Child, carrying a small basket filled with a bunch of rapeseeds, standing not far from the door, smiling at him. Lame quickly greeted and saluted.
“Very good, well done.”
Han Cheng stopped a child running by from the tribe, handed her the basket with rapeseed, and asked her to take it to the cave. He instructed her to tell the cooking person to put these rapeseeds in the soup later.
After giving these instructions, Han Cheng carefully examined the door for a while, then looked up and down at Lame, smiling and praising him.
Encouraged by the praise, Lame pointed to the door and shook his head. “Can’t install it, will fall.”
After saying this, he looked expectantly at Han Cheng, hoping to get a solution from the Divine Child to overcome this difficulty and defeat the demons.
Han Cheng thought for a moment and then, together with Lame, went inside the house. He asked Lame to close the door again and straighten it.
Instructing Lame not to move, Han Cheng used a shard of pottery he had picked up earlier to draw a semi-circle on the ground against the door hinge.
The lintel was too high above the ground, and Han Cheng, not knowing if he had the height of Wu Da Lang, couldn’t reach it. So, he left the task of drawing circles around the door hinge to Lame.
Fortunately, the wooden door was not heavy. It only required a bit of force to push it against the door frame, preventing it from moving. Well, not connecting either.
Lame, with a limp, supported himself against the wall, his foot slightly touching the ground. With a piece of pottery in one hand, he traced circles around the door hinge.
Although the shard of pottery was far less conspicuous than red bricks, repeating a few strokes left visible traces.
After drawing the circles, Han Cheng had Lame remove the door from here and move it back outside.
Looking at the circle drawn at the lower part of the lintel, Han Cheng suddenly raised his hand to his forehead, feeling helpless. No matter how much he calculated, he ultimately overlooked a step.
Initially, when building it, the plan was to construct the door first and then drill holes in the lintel. This way, the hole’s position could be accurately determined, preventing blind drilling.
It wasn’t until now that Han Cheng suddenly remembered; this wasn’t the modern era, and with the current drilling technology, creating a suspended hole like this would be quite challenging.
Han Cheng glanced at the lintel, which was already completely integrated with the wall, and decided to abandon the idea of removing it to drill holes. Not only would this potentially damage the new house, but it would also be much more troublesome than drilling in mid-air. Additionally, it would significantly affect the sturdiness of the door frame, making it not worth the effort.
When Lame brought the door back, he noticed Han Cheng staring at the drawn semi-circle on the lintel with an unusual expression. Lame immediately felt uneasy, worrying that he hadn’t done well, causing the shaman to react this way.
Han Cheng withdrew his gaze from the circle on the lintel, and seeing Lame’s anxiety, he quickly reassured him and explained the difficulties of drilling holes in such a situation.
After hearing this, Lame’s anxiety decreased significantly. After a moment of thought, he promised to create the hole and even pounded his chest as a guarantee.
After these assurances, Lame immediately gathered a large lump of clay and lit a big pile of fire not far from the door.
Placing two stones for footing, Lame applied the mud to the lintel, covering a large area and leaving only the drawn circle exposed.
He then pulled a burning stick from the fire, placed it at the circle, and ignited it.
With one hand holding the stick and the other using a bone-made blowtube, he blew air onto the circle to keep the fire burning. However, this method proved to be troublesome. Not only was the posture uncomfortable, but the fire could easily extinguish or fall off.
If there were metal-made tongs at this time, it would be much more convenient to directly pick up the burning charcoal. Now, it was a difficult process.
Watching Lame, Han Cheng nodded slightly. Lame’s method was exactly what he had thought of, indicating that the tribe’s first carpenter had been nurtured successfully.
If the tradition of the Green Sparrow Tribe could be passed down, Lame might become a figure like Lu Ban.
Yes, it should be passed down because the shaman and the shaman’s disciple, Stone, have diligently recorded things on the clay tablets.
Lame would surely be recorded.
What about himself?
Suddenly, Han Cheng thought of this question. If the Green Sparrow Tribe became powerful and influential in the future, he might become a mythical figure like Gong Gong or Zhu Rong, or even someone like Huangdi.
Han Cheng daydreamed about it, and his expression twitched. He suddenly remembered the records in the shaman’s memory about his origin: descending from the sky amidst thunder and lightning.
He would most likely be considered an extraterrestrial being, and the early civilization of the Green Sparrow Tribe might be classified as an extraterrestrial civilization.
Thinking like this, Han Cheng was looking forward to the day when archaeologists would excavate all this buried history after countless years.
Those archaeology experts would probably be utterly shocked at that time, which he found amusing.
“Divine Child.”
A voice interrupted Han Cheng’s whimsical thoughts. When he looked up, it was the person he had called back from the stone quarry, carrying a wooden plank.
Han Cheng, with the wooden plank, found a stone about fifteen, eleven, and eight centimeters in length, width, and height, respectively. It was relatively regular in shape, and it was brought over.
Having Lame take a break from standing on the stone, arms raised, eyes fixed on the burning end, sweating, Han Cheng, and the carpenter moved the large stone to where the circle had been drawn. After adjusting their positions, Han Cheng used a short ruler to draw a cross on the relatively flat side facing up. Using the cross as the center, he circled a larger circle, making it larger than the one drawn on the ground.