The morning breeze was blowing, and dewdrops were dripping from the leaves.

From time to time there will be some birds chirping in the distance, which sounds very pleasant.

But basically they were suppressed by the bright and powerful cries of the big roosters in the tribe.

Han Cheng sat under the tribe's gourd vine, feeling the freshness and tranquility of the morning.

After being in a daze for a while, he shook his head, stopped being dazed, and began to think about things in his mind.

Yesterday, the tribe raised a lot of questions about sailing boats.

The weather vane problem has been solved by him.

As for the remaining problems, some are due to the sailors themselves not being proficient in handling the ship.

In some cases, the sail may not be reasonable enough and the sailboat needs to be adjusted. Generally speaking, these things are not particularly difficult. If you experiment more and adjust more, you will slowly be able to figure out what kind of wind direction and what kind of wind.

, how high the sail is raised and what shape the hull maintains to achieve the best sailing effect.

It requires a long period of accumulation and running-in.

But there is one problem that gives people a headache.

This problem is the steering problem of the ship.

This is a hard condition, and a new method needs to be devised to solve it.

Otherwise, just relying on the existing method of steering with oars in the tribe, no matter how well the sailors cooperate and how proficient they are in mastering this technology, it will not work.

The two things commonly used in the tribe, the pole and the paddle, have been proven to be unsuitable. It is necessary to find a new method that is different from these two methods, but better than these two methods.

Only when a method is found can this problem be solved.

Since this question was raised yesterday, everyone in the tribe has been embarrassed.

Even Han Cheng is the same.

Until now, I haven't thought of a suitable way to solve this problem.

He, who had no professional knowledge in shipbuilding and could not even be considered a monk, was once again embarrassed by this.

After sitting here thinking for a long time, Han Cheng was still brows confused.

At this time, a red sun has risen from the east, the red light is bright, but not dazzling.

However, this state could not be maintained for long. Not long after, the red light disappeared and transformed into a dazzling existence.

Han Cheng also rubbed his head and sat up from the bed.

Looking at Xiao Wandou, who was still sleeping soundly, and Xiao Xing'er and Xiao Huangdou, who were sleeping on the other bed next to them, Han Cheng covered them with quilts made of linen, and then officially got up.

At this time, the tribe's army of harvesters had already begun to go to the fields.

Those who go early and have quick money can almost harvest the last round trip.

As the divine son of the tribe, Han Cheng naturally has to do as he pleases. As long as he wants to, there is no need to work early and stay late.

This is the benefit of being a boss.

From yesterday until now, he has been thinking about the ship's turning, and until now, there has been no result.

Under such circumstances, Han Cheng was no longer in the mood to harvest crops.

There are so many people in the tribe that there is no problem in harvesting crops without one of them.

After washing himself, he didn't wipe his face with a towel and walked out of the tribe with water drops all over his face.

He wanted to change the environment and mood to continue thinking about this matter, so as not to fall into a dead end.

As soon as I walked out of the tribe and walked not too far forward, I could already feel the unique fragrance of lotus.

Plant water chestnuts deeply, plant rice shallowly, and plant lotus flowers neither deep nor shallow.

Such a poetic scene has not yet been realized in the Qingque tribe.

This is mainly because there are no water chestnuts in the tribe now.

However, more than half of it was achieved.

After all, the tribe already has two things, lotus and rice.

And they have all been planted.

Han Cheng smelled the fragrance and turned around to see a lotus pond full of green leaves.

Without any hesitation or pause, he walked towards that direction.

After carrying the dew all night, a layer of hazy white appears on the lotus leaves. This makes the lotus leaves look different from the green during the day, and appear more green.

On some lotus leaves, I don't know whether it was shaken by the wind or because it carried too much rain and dew. There was a pool of water in the center of the lotus leaves, like a pearl.

Among the layers of lotus leaves, there are lotus flowers in full bloom, as well as lotus buds of various sizes and shades.

There are also lotus pods, large and small, that are full or still growing.

All these things were covered with morning dew, making them look like beauties who had just taken a bath and had not had time to wipe off the water drops on their bodies.

Of course, besides these, there are other things here.

Just like the fish under the layers of lotus leaves, taking advantage of the quietness of the morning, quietly floating on the water and leaning against the shore.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s been kept in a pond for a long time, or if it’s because it’s been living here since birth.

This fish, which is about as long as chopsticks, is not afraid of people. Even if it sees Han Cheng coming, it still stays here quietly.

"Wow~"

This motionless fish seemed to have fallen asleep. It flicked its tail, splashed some waves, left some bubbles, turned around very decisively and quickly, dived towards the depths of the pond, and disappeared.

Han Dashenzi, who had just made the conclusion that he was mature in his heart, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

These days, even a fish is so disrespectful and unwilling to cooperate with the performance.

With such complaints in his mind, Han Cheng was suddenly stunned and stared at the water surface to look for the disappeared fish.

In his mind, the scene of the fish turning around very quickly and diving and swimming away kept flashing in his mind.

There seems to be some inspiration flashing in my mind, and some very important things are ready to come out, but there is always something missing.

Fish live in the water, and they look very flexible when turning in the water. They just move their tails and it is done very quickly.

A swipe of the tail...

Tail……

Han Cheng tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, seizing inspiration and thinking at high speed.

If the boat is also equipped with a tail, will the boat be able to turn in the water very flexibly?

Even if you can't be as flexible as a fish, it's still enough to use!

When this idea appeared in Han Cheng's mind, Han Cheng couldn't help but become excited.

Because he felt that he had found the key thing and was able to solve this matter!

After thinking so excitedly for a while, the excitement on Han Cheng's face gradually solidified, and his expression began to become particularly complicated and exciting.

After this happened for a while, Han Cheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead several times.

Very upset.

Han Cheng was truly upset.

Because not long after he thought of adding a tail to the boat through the tail of the fish to help the boat turn, he relied on this inspiration to think of something else.

The name of this thing is a rudder!

Something specially used to control the direction of the ship.

The ships driven by machines in later generations basically used rudders, or something similar developed from the rudder to control the direction of the ship!

However, he had never thought of such a thing, such a very skillful thing that had already been used by later generations!

On this matter, Han Cheng's thinking fell into a misunderstanding.

To say it is a misunderstanding, it is better to say that his life experience has limited his imagination.

Han Cheng was most impressed by boats, and the ones he had the most contact with were the small boats with double oars used to ferry people back and forth on the rivers in his hometown in later generations.

In the summer and autumn of some years, you can also meet some people who pay to rent such a boat, all the way down from the upper reaches, passing through the river section of their village, and heading to the lower reaches of the reservoir area to look for rain and floods, because

Relatives who were washed away by floods while doing things like catching fish.

Of course, this is not the scariest thing. The most terrifying thing is that one of Han Cheng's cousins ​​and some people from the village took advantage of the night to close the net at night. They felt that the net was pulling extremely heavy and thought that

I was overjoyed to have caught a big fish, and then I pulled out a dead body stuck on the net...

Han Cheng's thinking was a little divergent.

He shook his head and let his thoughts return to the ship.

The boats I came into contact with when I was a child were all hand-glided. Whether it was moving forward, backward, or turning, it was all done with two oars.

There is no rudder at all, so there is no rudder installed on it.
To be continued...