"Good!"
Holding up the board and examining it carefully, Wu Qingchen was quite satisfied.
This…
Looking at the picture on the wooden board, Andre's expression was distorted: "Can this still be seen? Can this still be regarded as a painting?"
"This must be a painting! Why can't you see it?" Wu Qingchen turned his head: "Antoine... come here..."
"No! You don't need to call him." Andre quickly stopped him.
Andre is quite clear that even the things that Wu Qingchen/Loss painted casually just now can be recognized by Antoine, and it is even more impossible for the wooden boards he is drawing now to have recognition problems.
"But, is such a simple thing really useful?"
"Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it."
Wu Qingchen stood up and called out to the four serfs from the lord's barn who were in charge of demonstrating, "York, Harry, you guys stop here and find a place to rest."
The four serfs sat directly on the ground.
"You..." Wu Qingchen pointed to the serfs from the lord's land again, "Everyone who does the work of 'lifting wooden poles', come here."
The serfs assigned to the job of "lifting the wooden pole" stood in front of Wu Qingchen and Little Andre sparsely.
"Okay, now it's your turn to block the beehive... Come on one by one, Lu Sien, starting with you."
Standing under the arbor that Wu Qingchen pointed to, Lu Sien raised the wooden pole in his hand, dipped some wet mud in the wooden barrel, and moved towards the "grass ball" that was hung on the branch of the arbor to simulate a honeycomb, used to simulate the "entrance and exit". The white rattan clicked.
"Tsk..."
After just a few glances, in less than ten seconds, Andre showed a look of contempt: "Is this a fool, or is he blind? What have you been watching for so long just now?"
He participated in the whole process of the three successful night-moving honeycombs, and listened to Wu Qingchen's detailed explanation several times in the middle, and Andre remembered it clearly:
When moving the honeycomb, the person who lifts the wooden pole should stand with his feet split, so that the whole body is more stable; the distance between the two hands should be properly separated, taking into account labor-saving and flexible; when the entrance and exit of the honeycomb are blocked, the distance between the wooden pole and the honeycomb should be equal Important, if you are too close, it is easy to hit by mistake, if you are too far away, it is difficult to align. You must be in the right position and make the last swing.
But at this moment, the fool, with his feet together and his hands wide apart, poked hard when the wooden pole was still far away from the beehive.
The result is rather ugly: a grass ball tied to a tree branch to simulate a honeycomb, shaking violently.
"You idiot!" Andre finally couldn't help it, and cursed loudly: "If this is a real beehive, you have been bitten to death by now!"
Lu Sien also knew that he had made a mistake, so he obediently received the scolding with his head down.
"It's okay, let's see again." Wu Qingchen pulled Andre, "Lu Sien, go away, next one!"
The next one is Jia Aisi, who discovered the main reason for Lu Sien's mistake, and tried to lift the wooden pole as close as possible to the honeycomb position, but unfortunately he didn't know the correct posture to keep his legs stable and his arms to save energy. After only holding on for a short while, the wooden pole began to shake violently and hit the beehive.
"Another fool!" Andre yelled.
"The next one!"
In this way, the serfs who were assigned to the job of "lifting the wooden pole" made mistakes one after another and were scolded one after another. Not only did not a single serf be able to quickly and safely stick the wet mud to the entrance and exit of the hive, There were even very few serfs who could get a key point or two right.
"A bunch of fools!"
The last serf ran aside in despair, and Andre made a conclusion.
"Now, let's see if your painting is useful."
As he said that, Wu Qingchen inserted the wooden board Andre had drawn next to the arbor where the "honeycomb" grass ball was hung, and asked the serfs, "Everyone take a good look at this, do you know what it is?"
Primitives would look at murals, and no matter how stupid the serfs were, there was nothing wrong with looking at stick figures, and they all nodded.
"It's good to know."
Wu Qingchen pointed to the "Honeycomb" grass ball again: "Try again, try according to the drawing above, or start from Lu Sien... Don't worry, try again after seeing clearly."
Lu Sien stood up again. He stared at the drawing board for a full minute, and then began to try while imitating the movements on the drawing board.
The end result is yet another failure.
However, this time, Andre didn't say anything.
The posture of Lu Sien's feet apart is correct, and the position of his hands is also correct. He also knows that he should carefully move the wooden pole to the most suitable position away from the honeycomb. The final failure is only because of insufficient proficiency.
"Next." "Next."
The serfs tried one after another.
"How is it?" After the last serf tried it a second time, Wu Qingchen asked Andre: "Look, I'm right, what you drew definitely works!"
More than useful
In the second round, when the serfs tried, Andre stood silently by the side. He could see very clearly: Although the success rate was still not high, with the comparison of the drawing board, most of the serfs at least ensured the correct posture. correctness.
But... how is this possible!
In the process of watching, Andre carefully examined the drawing board drawn by himself again and again.
Andre is very clear that the painting skills of the church are mainly realistic, and it can indeed reproduce quite realistic images.
If this was a normal picture, a drawing board that took two days to draw, Andre would not be surprised at all that the serfs could follow suit.
However, just a short time of graffiti can achieve the same effect, which makes Andre's little head involuntarily begin to doubt that he has been practicing hard every day since he was just sensible. what's the value.
This confused child would never have imagined that when the earth team designed the mobile honeycomb solution, among the most important design requirements, the simplicity of the scene, the low correlation of the action, and the High recognition of key points.
The final plan formulated according to these requirements is the most suitable for Akeli's serf's blank mind, and the blank equipment conditions of the medieval world. By the way, it can also best strengthen the shock of Andre's first encounter with stick figures, and can best strengthen Andre. The degree of support for stick figures after the scorching sun.
This method, together with Wu Qingchen's constant explicit hints at the side when Andre was painting, finally achieved this effect.
"Draw another one!"
Andre picked up a piece of wood by himself, and picked up the charcoal: "Who...there are a few over there, start working!"
"York, Harry..." Wu Qingchen said to the four serfs in the lord's barn: "Come again a few times, and show Master Andre how you work."
York and the other four started a new round of demonstrations.
"Loss..." After setting up the planks, Andre said, "Tell me, what to draw!"
"Let's draw Rex, the one with the branches." Wu Qingchen pointed, "Well, it's still the same, no grass, no sun, no bushes!"
The resistance turned into curiosity and anticipation. This time, Andre drew faster.
In just ten minutes, the second simple-style drawing board in the medieval world was freshly released.
After watching with self-admiring eyes for two full minutes, Andre waved to the serfs: "Come on, all the guys who pick up the branches come over and try it."
Still the same steps, try again without the drawing board, plug in the drawing board and try again.
The results further strengthened Andre's cognition: the drawing board drawn by himself is really effective!
There is no drawing board for comparison, almost all serfs are free to play according to their own imagination, and are full of mistakes.
With the drawing board reference, most of the serfs improved significantly, and their posture, position, and distance were all grasped more accurately.
"very good!"
Andre clenched his fists tightly.
It really works... No, it really works!
Such an easy way! Such an easy way to draw! I must practice hard!
"Then I will trouble you." Andre just started to get excited, Wu Qingchen patted him on the shoulder lightly: "It may be a little hard."
"Huh? What's the matter?" Andre turned his head.
"It takes four people to move a cell..."
"Oh, I'll draw right away."
just to practice...
Andre picked up two boards.
Soon, the drawing board of the torch and the ax was completed.
"One more piece, all four people are in the same board."
"Well, it's true."
By the way, practice again...
Andre nodded.
Due to the large number of characters, this piece took a little longer.
In about 20 minutes, the board of "four people" was completed.
"Okay!" Wu Qingchen nodded happily: "In this way, the boards needed for a team are completed."
"A... a group?"
Andre suddenly stuttered.
"That's right, when we actually start cutting trees, each group has to go to a different place... So, each group needs a set of boards... painted boards."
"This..." Andre turned his head quickly, and suddenly felt that there were already many serfs, and it seemed that they had become denser all of a sudden.
"Thank you so much, Andre." Wu Qingchen stuffed a wooden board into Andre's hands, "The only thing I can give you is a little honey."
Honey!
Andre gritted his teeth: Isn't it just painting? Anyway, I plan to practice hard myself!
Andre began painting another set of panels.
Wu Qingchen summoned a police officer, asked him to hold the boards in order, and led a group of serfs to the place where they were allowed to practice.
In this way, Andre drew the wooden boards, Wu Qingchen assigned the wooden boards, and the police officers led the serfs to practice at the places Wu Qingchen informed. As the boards remind each other, there are a few mistakes that have been missed.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Unknowingly, the sun gradually rose to the highest position, and then slowly set.
It was evening again.
After painting the last board, Andre felt that the arm no longer belonged to him.
After bidding farewell to Wu Qingchen, Andre returned to the church with his exhausted body, and went straight to the side door.
"Teacher, I'm back."
"Well… "
In the bedroom and study room, Priest Praia raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.
In the medieval world, the "writing" in letter writing was a rather heavy manual labor.
"How is it? How many honeycombs can be moved at night?"
"It should be able to move a dozen."
"Oh? So many?" Praia was a little surprised: "How many people did you choose?"
"A lot... a lot!"
Andre told the experience of the afternoon one by one.
"Well... this painting method sounds good..." Praia pondered: "Come on, let me draw one."
I still have to draw!
Andre ran to the firewood room, dug out a few wooden boards, and drew a wooden board that "holds a wooden pole" with a sad face based on the impression in his mind.
"Well... this hand, this foot... and this honeycomb..."
With a lot of experience, Praia immediately saw the advantages of this painting method.
Born in a farmer's family, he had no experience of theological teaching when he was a child, and he only started to get close to the Lord when he grew up. Is his thinking so strange
Thinking about this at first, and then looking at the drawing board, suddenly, Praia, who was having a headache on how to describe the process of moving the honeycomb to the parchment, suddenly had a bright moment.
"Andrei! Andrei! Now, go to the lord's barn immediately, get those serfs out, and quickly draw the planks for moving the beehive..."
"what!"
Having practiced "sticky strokes" to the point of vomiting, Andre bit his lip hard: "Teacher, does every serf have to draw?"
"Of course..." Praia nodded: "All are painted like in the afternoon! By the way, when you come back, call the carpenter and let him come and cut the wood!"
"no need?"
Andre, who had already turned around, turned back again: "Teacher, I remember there are still a few wooden boards in the church, which should be enough to paint these serfs once..."
"Once? What time?"
Behind him, Praia said strangely: "This is a buckwheat stalk full of wheat seeds! For such a big event, it must be sent to at least seven or eight places."
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