I am a Primitive Man

　　 The tribe was ready to start cooking, Han Cheng used the broken clay pot to shovel some hot coals out of the burning fire.

　　 After thinking about it, the limping who came close to me took some dry wood and went out with him.

　　 Coming to the tree trunk that was drilled yesterday, he put down the coal from the pottery, and raised a pile of fire with the dry wood he limped.

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

After 　　 Fotan left the fire, the flame immediately became smaller, with blue smoke, and it 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 flames for more than a year, will naturally not let him die like this.

　　 He took a deep breath, cupped his mouth, and then gave artificial respiration to the charcoal in the wooden pit.

　　 Of course, it’s not the mouth-to-mouth type. Otherwise, after some action, Han Cheng’s two mouths will be eaten directly like sausages.

　　 "Hoo~~"

　　 Han Cheng squatted on the ground, bowed his head, and blew away the immortal energy at the charcoal in the wooden hole that looked dying.

　　The blackened Fotan, with Han Cheng's breath of immortality, immediately turned red in many parts of his body, regaining vitality.

　　 It seems that this artificial respiration is indeed a necessary skill for home travel. It cannot be used to rescue the young lady who has fallen into the water. Even the burning coal can be successfully rescued.

　　 After receiving Han Chengxian’s energy, the hot coal that had come back to life began to glow,

　　 The emotion it is is so hot that the wood next to it starts to explode with fiery emotions.

　　 Looking at the deepening and widening eyes under the burning of the coal, Han Cheng's eyes were full of tears.

　　 He must cry, this **** tree trunk is so smoky that he can hardly open his eyes...

　　 In order not to burn out a piercing eye, he shed tears into dried meat first, and Han Cheng paused artificial respiration on the charcoal that had become much smaller.

　　 He stood up and looked around, looking for something suitable to make a torch.

　　 It turns out that there is really nothing suitable.

　　 If only there is bamboo in it, just open up the bamboo joints, it is a very useful fire blower.

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

　　 It's a pity, Han Cheng hasn't seen bamboos since he has been here for more than a year.

　　 Of course, it is too dangerous with the outside world. He often stays in the tribe.

　　 There is no suitable thing, Han Cheng can only continue to develop his brain.

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

　　Because of the large-scale manufacturing of bone shovel, a lot of these bones have been consumed, but it doesn't matter, this does not prevent Han Cheng from finding a suitable fire-blower.

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

　　 Han Cheng found a bone rod about two to three centimeters in diameter and more than twenty centimeters in length.

　　 What kind of animal the bone was from, he couldn't tell, after all, since he came, the people in the Qingque tribe have eaten fish.

　　 Take a look, it's good, there is no damage, and the bone marrow in 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.

　　 stabbed for a while, and then gently knocked on the ground. A black residue fell from it. Han Cheng looked at it and saw a little light, which showed that the bone rod had penetrated.

　　 He washed the bone stick with water, then put one end on his mouth to blow the air. After trying it, it was still not smooth. Then he stabbed it with a thin wooden stick. After stabbing it for a while, he then let it go and blow to try the ventilation effect.

"Ok?"

　　 Han Cheng, who was trying to blow with a bone stick against his mouth, raised his head in confusion.

　　 Because two feet and a big bowl appeared in front of his eyes, inside the big bowl was steaming salted fish soup, which contained many of the most popular green rapeseed.

　　 "God, drink soup, this is not delicious."

　　 He raised his head and saw the familiar face of the big brother, but it was different from the past. Today’s face is cautious, just like a kid who has done something wrong.

　　 As he said this, he sent a large bowl of meat and soup in front of Han Cheng, and at the same time stretched out his other hand, trying to take away the bone stick that Han Cheng was still holding against his mouth.

　　 The appearance of the big brother is not strange. At first he was a little puzzled when he saw the strange behavior of the son of God, but then he understood.

　　 God child is hungry!

　　 is already hungry and ate the old bone stick!

　　 I blame myself!

　　 If it weren’t for the fact that I was too ecstatic last night, I woke up late this morning, and it was too late for people to cook, and the son of God would not be hungry to eat this old bone stick that he can’t even put his mouth down...

　　 So after the salted fish soup was boiled, the big brother immediately caught a thick bowl and quickly sent it to the hungry **** son.

　　Drink soup? This is not delicious?

　　 Han Cheng blinked suspiciously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Looking at the face and actions of the big brother who looked a little nervous and self-blaming, and then lowered his eyes to look at the bone stick being pressed against his mouth, suddenly he understood something.

　　 Han Cheng sniffs, is he like a person who is hungry and can't let go of such an old bone stick?

　　 "This, blow the fire, don't eat."

　　 In order not to allow the mark of ‘Bone-Breaking Mad Demon’ to be completely imprinted on him, and to eliminate the guilt of the big brother, Han Cheng quickly explained what was going on.

　　 Looking at the big brother's eyes straight on the bone rod, Han Cheng felt that it was not easy for him to get rid of this label with the big brother.

　　 The sky and the earth are big, the food is the biggest, no matter whether he is crazy or not, he should fill his stomach first and talk about other things.

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

　　 The big brother who was eating with a bowl not far away, while eating, sneaked at the **** child with his eyes from time to time.

　　 He just wanted to take away the bone stick, the **** son, and this made him very worried that the **** son would utter the bone stick again...

　　 "hu~"

　　 Han Cheng bulged his cheeks and blew the fire.

　　The flame blowing tube made of bone sticks is very easy to use. It opened the distance between Han Cheng and Fo Tan, freeing him from the smoke and tears.

　　 And because the hole of the bone rod is relatively small, the blown air out of the small hole has a relatively large force, which is more conducive to the burning of the coal than directly using the mouth, and it also saves effort.

　　 With the continuous glow of the coal, the pierced eyes on the tree trunk became larger and deeper, faster than using a stone chisel.

　　 But a new problem emerged, that is, the burned area will continue to burn. At this rate, when Han Cheng reaches the depth he wants, this sculpted eye is completely destroyed.