I am a Primitive Man

The toothless witch slowly gnawed on the chicken wings. The taste of chicken wings baked with charcoal is indeed better than those baked with ordinary firewood, but the taste improvement is far inferior to that after the appearance of salt. That level of horror.

In addition, he has been on his mind for the past two days, so he is not as happy and excited as before.

In the current life, even if charcoal is better than firewood, it will not exceed much.

This is one of the main reasons why the people in the tribe did not cheer as before after Han Cheng got out the charcoal.

Han Cheng didn't care either, he knew it was a vision problem caused by the living environment.

When it is time to find iron ore or copper ore, the great value of charcoal will be immediately apparent.

Looking back at the time, everyone will find their foresight.

A shameless son of God thought so.

He was just about to throw the gnawed chicken wings to Fu Jiang when he suddenly remembered something and quickly stopped his movements.

Seeing the bones of his mouth flying away like this, Fu Jiang couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and looked at Han Cheng eagerly.

However, in the past, as long as it ate meat, its owner would gnaw on the meaty bones. This time, regardless of its longing expression, it just threw the chicken wing bone into the charcoal brazier.

He also told the witch to throw the gnawed chicken wing bones into the charcoal brazier, and never give them to Fu Jiang.

The reason why he explained this was because he suddenly remembered what he heard when he was a child, saying that the dog of a certain family was pregnant with a cub, and the family didn’t want it, so they stewed chicken to eat, and gave the dog the bones of the chicken he had eaten .

After the bitch ate the chicken bones, the puppies in her stomach melted...

He was just hearing about this matter, and Han Cheng didn't know whether it was true or not. After thinking about it for a while, he still felt that he would rather believe it than believe it.

Fujiang, after sneaking out to hang out for a few days, there is a high probability that he has a cub in his belly, and he can't tell it at this time, but Han Cheng can't help but pay attention.

It would be a pity if the chicken bones could really melt away the paparazzi.

Han Cheng pulled his ears out as he circled the brazier, looking like he wanted to get chicken bones from the fire.

Came to the small river, and then began to fumble to burn charcoal.

The appearance of those charcoals gave him great confidence.

The flames rose from the earthen kiln, so hot that even the winter cold dared not approach it.

In view of the fact that many logs were not burnt through last time, so this time he risked his hair and eyebrows being scorched, and approached the kiln to check the firewood burning inside.

After seeing that most of the firewood was covered by flames, he asked Hei Wa to seal the entire fire.

Han Cheng waited here for a while, and the flames in the kiln gradually went out.

At this time, Limp came out from the wall.

Said that those wooden sticks have been polished a lot, and asked Han Cheng what to do next.

Han Cheng looked at the clay kiln where the flame had just been extinguished, and knew that it could not be opened at this time, and there was no point in waiting here, so he walked into the tribe together with Hei Wa and Lie.

I have to say that the carpenter who is lame and the stonemason who is wood work together, and the speed is really not slow.

One of the two cut the wood, and the other grinded it by hand. With the cooperation of the two, they were very handy.

Han Cheng asked Heiwa, Lai, and Mumu to bring more than a dozen ground wooden sticks, a rope measure, and a stone hammer with a wooden handle for smashing things, made according to the method of a stone axe.

A few people climbed up the low wall on the west side that was no longer short along the wooden ladder, and walked along the low wall all the way to the northernmost place connected by the mountain wall.

In the place where the Qingque tribe is located, there is still a lot of rain in summer and autumn.

And the wall was made of rammed earth. Because Han Cheng was in a hurry to build the house, after the wall was rammed, he ignored it.

Because of the lack of necessary rainproof measures, there were traces left by wind and rain on the top of the wall.

On some walls, some shallow grooves were also washed out by the rainwater flowing down the river.

According to the thickness of the wall, it is not a problem to ignore the support for the last three to five years.

But this thing is of great use to the tribe, and the people of the Qingque tribe spent a lot of effort to make it. Of course, Han Cheng is reluctant to let it fend for itself like this.

What he asked everyone to do these days was to solve this problem.

He compared it for a while, and made a mark every 1.5 meters at the center of the top of the wall.

Then use a stone hammer to drive a sharpened wooden stick brought up, and nail it down along the mark.

Because the wall is wide enough, and the sticks are not too thick, smashing these sticks in the center of the wall will not affect the firmness of the wall.

When the fence was built, it was rammed with great force. It was not easy to nail wooden sticks on it, it was much more laborious than nailing it on flat ground. Fortunately, Han Cheng instructed the wood to imitate the stone ax to create a stone hammer for smashing things. , otherwise it will be more difficult.

The wooden stick stopped after falling down to a depth of about ten centimeters. At this depth, the wooden stick was firmly wedged into the top of the wall.

Looking at this scene, Han Cheng remembered the story of a Western Region kingdom building a rammed earth city.

It is said that after a section of the city wall is rammed, people will nail it into the city wall with iron nails. If the nail is penetrated by an inch, the person who rammed the earth will be chopped off.

Han Cheng looked at the wooden stick firmly wedged on the top of the wall, and couldn't help sniffling. If he followed this perverted standard, he and others would be dead!

After Liao smashed in six wooden sticks in a row, Han Cheng asked Liao to stop temporarily, took a ruler to measure for a while, and asked Liao to go down and cut six wooden sticks with a length of 70 centimeters and twelve wooden sticks with a length of 55 centimeters.

Let the wood go down to help the lame get along.

Hei Wa went down and brought up a plate of twisted rope and a thin stone knife.

Not long after, Lie and Wood came up with the cut wooden sticks, and Hei Wa had already brought the rope and the stone knife.

The three of them looked at Han Cheng together, waiting for their god son's next move.

They have already learned from Shenzi what Shenzi is going to do, which is to make something like a bamboo hat and put it on the fence, so that the fence will not be exposed to rain.

Although he knew what Shenzi was going to do, he didn't know much about the specific method, so everyone looked forward to it, wanting to see how Shenzi used these materials to put a bamboo hat on the wall.

Han Cheng didn't keep them waiting, and immediately picked up a 70cm-long stick from the low wall, placed it horizontally on the top of the wall, and formed a right angle with the wooden stick that had just been nailed in in the center of the wall. .

Because the width of the wall is only 60 centimeters, the stick placed horizontally is wider than the wall, and one end is about five centimeters longer.

This stick was firmly tied to the pillar nailed there by Han Cheng with a rope. He took a stone knife like a stone slice and used it as a saw, and pulled it back and forth a few times to cut off the excess rope.