I am a Primitive Man

Add firewood.

Han Cheng looked at the stone and asked people to continue adding firewood to it.

Then I looked at the size of the stone, and then looked at the two jars of water not far away. I felt that the water was not enough, so I asked people to go back and fetch water from clay pots to transport it here.

The people who went back to fetch the water didn't come, but Wu and the eldest brother came first.

After knowing what the Son of God was going to do, they really couldn't help being curious in their hearts, and wanted to see for themselves how the Son of God solved the difficulty of the stone.

So after discussing with the shaman, he left the work in hand, leaving some people to guard the tribe, and the rest came.

Han Cheng didn't have any opinion on this either. Activities in this era are extremely scarce. Apart from the couple hugging each other and humming a ditty at night, the rest of the entertainment is to take care of each other's hair.

Since everyone likes to watch what they have created, let them have a look, this is a rare opportunity for them to have fun.

Another five loads of water were picked up, and everyone looked at the Son of God expectantly, but Han Cheng didn't do anything else, but asked the water to be put aside, and then continued to add firewood under the stone.

Seeing that the large pile of firewood he had brought was almost burned, Han Chengcheng broke off a dead grass not far away, and stretched out his arms to prop the one-meter-long grass stem against the stone.

The position Han Cheng reached was the upper part of the stone, more than 30 centimeters away from the flame below.

The dry grass stalks were pressed against the rocks that seemed to have not changed at all, and after a while, there was a slight blue smoke.

Han Cheng took the grass stem back and put it in front of his eyes, it was already scorched black.

He folded this point, and held the grass stem to stick out again. This time, the position of the point was directly at the highest point of the stone, more than 20 centimeters away from the position just now.

The grass stem had been there for nearly a minute, but there was no smoke. Han Cheng held back the heat wave and took the grass stem back to check. The place where it touched the stone was only slightly scorched.

It still doesn't look like it's burned through.

He took a few steps back, away from the scorching heat wave, and asked someone to drag some more firewood, and continued to burn...

Wow...

Kachacha...

Han Cheng threw away the blackened grass stalks, and after giving an order, those people who were surrounded by the big stone with clay pots poured the water in the pots on the big stone that had been burned for a long time.

When the cold water meets the heated boulder, it boils in an instant, and the white smoke rises in an instant, covering the entire area. Watering stimulates too much.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe, who had never encountered such a situation before, became panicked, and some of them had already let out panicked shouts.

Wu, who had been standing beside Han Cheng, was still groping to grab Han Cheng and pull him straight behind him.

Han Cheng didn't panic at all, but was full of joy, because at the very beginning, he heard the crackling sound mixed with the sound of water, which was the sound of broken stones.

Water! Water! Then pour water on it!

After a short period of excitement, he poked his head out from behind Wu, and began to shout at the top of his voice.

However, at this time, the white mist was vast, and everyone was in a state of panic, except Shang heard the Son of God shouting, picked up the water jug ​​beside him and poured it in the direction of the stone in his memory, and did not know who it was on , the rest of the people can't take care of it.

Fortunately, the water vapor came and dissipated quickly. After there was no more water to continue splashing on the stone, it dissipated quickly.

As the white mist dissipated, the panicked crowd gradually calmed down.

They looked at the son of God who had already calmed Wu in a hurry, and came out from behind Wu, and there was a flicker of shock in their eyes.

It's not that they haven't seen the white mist before, but this is the first time they've seen such a thick fog that rises without warning.

And along with the rising of the white mist, there were all kinds of piercing sounds, it would be strange if they were not frightened.

Quiet! Don't be afraid!

Han Cheng looked at the two shattered pottery pots filled with water on the ground, and then at the panic-stricken crowd, and shouted.

Senior Brother and the others saw the calm expression on the face of the youngest Shenzi present, while the adults like them were terrified, and they still needed Shenzi to strengthen their courage, so they couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Open! Open!

Someone suddenly screamed in surprise with a shrill voice, and pointed at the huge stone with one hand.

Only then did the rest of the people remember what they were doing, and upon hearing this, they all looked around at the big rock.

Then he reacted and separated Shenzi and Wu from behind, and hurried out of the way.

It's just different from just now, they looked at the Son of God with even more reverence at this time.

These people have dealt with rocks a lot. In their cognition, large rocks are unshakable, but now, the Son of God, in less than half a day, has removed this rock from their point of view. The stone, which was absolutely impossible to move, was cracked! How can this make them not reverence?

Many people couldn't help but look down at their hands, then at the earthen pots filled with water and the firewood on the ground, looking in disbelief.

They couldn't believe that this was really done by themselves and others.

Together with Wu, whose eyes were flickering with surprise, Han Cheng came to the big rock to check, only to see that there were seven or eight cracks on the big rock, dividing it into irregular blocks.

However, these cracks are not complete. If they were complete, the stone should be lying on the ground in pieces, instead of being like now, except for one or two small pieces falling off, the rest are still together to form a whole.

This should be the reason why there was not enough water on it just now while it was hot.

Son of God! Son of God!

I don't know who led it, but there was a reverent and excited voice calling for the Son of God.

Fu Jiang, who didn't know what was going on, also wagged his tail and jumped up and down blindly to make up the number.

The sound spread far away, and a few birds looking for food not far away were frightened and spread their wings and flew away in a hurry, fearing that this group of over-excited two-legged beasts would do something to them...

'boom! '

A stone peeled off from the big rock, and Shang, who nimbly dodged to the side long before the stone fell, waited for a while, and came over after the place stabilized and no other stones fell, and piled the stone on top of a smaller one. He moved the stone away and picked up two wooden wedges that were thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top, more than half a meter long.

Shang tossed one of them aside, held the other one in his hand, and inserted it into another crack on the big rock with the sharpened end that had been burnt in the fire.

He leaned to one side, and after making sure that the stone would not hurt himself if it fell, he began to smash the top of the wooden wedge with a stone he held in his hand.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

This crack was relatively large, and the stone was loose, and a wooden wedge hadn't hit much, and a large stone peeled off from the much smaller boulder.