I am a primitive

Seeing Han Cheng throwing the chisel on the ground, Mu Mu frowned and looked sad. He thought it was God who disliked the things he polished, so he didn't speak. He went to pick up the chisel Han Cheng put on the ground, and went to the stone Grind on.

Han Cheng looked at the wood carefully grinding the stone chisel, and at the same time he sighed secretly while feeling warm. Stone, even if it is polished to the top, is not worth steel.

Of course, except for a diamond that goes bankrupt.

Han Cheng stared at the wood and thought hard, he continued to chisel down with a stone chisel, and finally he was able to chisel out the mortise, but this was not what he wanted, because it took too long, it would be better to just make a simple ladder tied with a rope .

As twilight fell, the Qingque tribe, who had worked hard all day, quieted down. The night was quiet, there were snoring sounds in the cave, and the faint fire flickered.

The shadow of the old primitive man who looked after the flames was cast on the mountain wall, making him look extraordinarily tall.

Han Cheng turned over, lay on his side and looked towards the cave, looking at this vague and quiet cave, which was quite different from the daytime.

The movement of his turning over woke Fu Jiang who was lying on his feet. Fu Jiang raised his head and looked around vigilantly. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he lowered his head, buried his nose under his tail, and continued his sweet dream.

Got it!

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, which made him happy, and all the irritability was broken at once, and the whole person became sober.

fire!

He looked at the dancing weak flame with burning eyes.

Water and fire have the most effects, how could I forget about it? !

He was thinking about opening his eyes with fire, and he didn't fall asleep until very late.

Han Cheng got up early the next morning, did some exercise after washing up, and then began to carry out his plan to open his eyes.

Han Cheng only wanted to see that the eye was made, and it wasn't all for the ladder, just like the hand-pressed drill that he made before, it was also for laying the foundation for the future.

When iron nails were not flooded in ancient times, carpenters, bamboo craftsmen, etc. made all kinds of utensils, and the method used when connecting them was jiu.

This seemingly inconspicuous hole actually has extraordinary significance in the manufacture of utensils.

(J has something to do today, the update is late, sorry sorry)

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The tribe was ready to start cooking, and Han Cheng shoveled some charcoal from the burning fire with a broken clay pot and walked out.

After thinking about it, he asked the lame who came over to hold some dry firewood, and went out with him.

When he came to the tree trunk that had been drilled yesterday, he put down the charcoal inside the pottery shard, and started a fire with the dry wood he brought with him lamely.

After the flame burned for a while, he used two wooden sticks to pick up a coal of suitable size and put it into the hole he dug on the trunk yesterday.

After the charcoal left the fire, the flame immediately became smaller, emitting blue smoke, and began to turn from red to black, giving people the illusion that it was about to go out.

Han Cheng, who has often dealt with the flames for more than a year, naturally would not let it 'die' like this.

He took a deep breath, pursed his mouth, and then performed artificial respiration on the piece of coal in the wooden pit.

Of course, it's not the mouth-to-mouth kind, otherwise Han Cheng's two mouths can be eaten directly like grilled sausages.

"Hu~~"

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, bowed his head, and blew away the immortal energy at the piece of charcoal in the wooden hole that seemed to be dying.

The charcoal that had turned black received Han Cheng's immortal energy, and many places on his body immediately turned red, rejuvenated.

It seems that artificial respiration is indeed a necessary skill for home travel. It cannot be used to save young ladies who have fallen into the water. It can even be used to rescue coals that are about to be extinguished.

After receiving Han Cheng's immortal energy, the charcoal that was brought back to life began to glow and glow.

It was so hot that the wood next to it began to explode with it.

Looking at the mouton eyes that were gradually deepening and expanding under the burning of coals, Han Cheng burst into tears.

He has to cry, this damn tree trunk is so smoky that he can hardly keep his eyes open...

In order not to tear himself into jerky before a mortise was burned out, Han Cheng paused artificial respiration on the piece of charcoal that had shrunk considerably.

He stood up and looked around, trying to find something suitable for a blowtorch.

It turned out that there was really nothing suitable.

It would be great if there is bamboo, just open the bamboo joints, and it will be a very useful torch.

At this time, Han Cheng missed the bamboo forest in the village of later generations very much.

It's a pity, Han Cheng has not seen a trace of bamboo after coming here for more than a year.

Of course, it is also too dangerous with the outside world. He often lives in the tribe to some extent.

Without something suitable, Han Cheng could only continue to develop his imagination.

He took aim at a large pile of bones that the tribe had amassed over the years.

Because of the large-scale production of bone shovels, a lot of these bones were consumed, but it doesn't matter, this does not affect Han Cheng to find a suitable one to make a torch from.

Because a shovel is made of flat, flaky bones, a torch is a long, cylindrical stick of bone.

Han Cheng found a bone rod with a diameter of about two or three centimeters and a length of more than 20 centimeters.

He couldn't tell what kind of animal this bone was from. After all, since he came, people in the Qingque tribe have eaten fish all the time.

Pick it up and have a look, it is very good, there is no damage, and the bone marrow inside the bone has been stabbed and eaten, and it can be used after a little rest.

Han Cheng found a thin wooden stick and began to poke the hole in the bone stick.

After poking it for a while, it knocked lightly on the ground, and black residue fell from it. Han Cheng put his eyes on it and saw a little light, which indicated that the bone stick had penetrated.

He washed the bone stick with water, and then put one end against his mouth to blow air. After trying it, he felt that it was still not smooth, so he continued to poke it with a thin wooden stick.

"Ok?"

Han Cheng, who was putting the bone stick on his mouth and trying to blow, raised his head in doubt.

Because in front of his eyes appeared two feet and a large bowl, which contained steaming salted fish soup, and there were many favorite green rapeseed in it.

"Son of God, drink soup, this is not good."

He raised his head and saw the familiar face of the elder brother, but it was different from the past. Today, there was a kind of cautiousness on this face, just like a child who has done something wrong.

As he said this, he sent the big bowl with more meat and less soup to Han Cheng, and at the same time stretched out his other hand, trying to take away the bone stick that Han Cheng was still pressing on his mouth.

Eldest brother's appearance is not strange, he was a little puzzled when he saw Shenzi's strange behavior at first, but then he understood.