I am a Primitive Man

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 Huo Huo for more than a year, naturally wouldn't 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.

Huh~~

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, and even fire coals that are about to be extinguished can be successfully rescued.

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 twenty 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 on his mouth to blow the air. After trying it, he felt that it was still not smooth, so he continued to poke it with a thin wooden stick. After a while,

Then put it out and blow it to try the ventilation effect.

Um?

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.

Son of God is hungry!

They are already so hungry that they poke the old bones and eat them!

It's all my own fault!

If I hadn't been too self-forgetful last night, and woke up late this morning, making people cook late, Shenzi wouldn't be so hungry to eat this old bone stick that he couldn't even put his mouth down...

So after the salted fish soup was boiled, the senior brother immediately scooped up a thick bowl, and hurriedly sent it to the starving Shenzi.

Soup? This is not delicious?

Han Cheng blinked suspiciously, looked at the tense and self-blaming face and movements of the elder brother, and lowered his eyes to look at the bone stick that was being pressed against his mouth, and suddenly understood something.

Han Cheng sniffled, did he look like someone who wouldn't let go of this kind of old bones when he was hungry?

This, blow the fire, don't eat.

In order not to let the mark of bone-gnawing maniac be completely imprinted on himself, and at the same time to eliminate the guilt of the big brother, after understanding what happened, Han Cheng quickly explained.

Looking at the elder brother's eyes aimed straight at the bone stick, Han Cheng felt that it would not be easy for him to get rid of this label with the elder brother.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest. Whether he is a madman or not, he should fill his stomach first before talking about other things.

Han Cheng washed his hands, held the bowl of rice and began to feast on it.

The elder brother who was eating with a bowl not far away secretly glanced at Shenzi from time to time while eating.

He wanted to take away the bone stick just now and refused to let God, which made him very worried that God would say something to that bone stick again...

Huh~

Han Cheng puffed his cheeks and continued blowing on the fire.

The blowtorch made of bone sticks is very useful, it widens the distance between Han Cheng and the coals, and protects him from the smoke and tears.

And because the hole of the bone rod is relatively small, the air blown out from the small hole is more powerful, which is more conducive to the burning of charcoal than direct blowing with the mouth, and it also saves effort.

As the charcoal continued to glow and heat, the mortise on the trunk became bigger and deeper, much faster than using a stone chisel.

But a new problem emerged, that is, the place that has been burned will continue to burn. According to this speed, when Han Cheng gets the depth he wants, the eye will be completely destroyed.