I am a primitive

These waters are more troublesome now, and will affect the subsequent soil excavation, and even the transportation of stones to the tribe will be affected.

After Han Cheng thought about it, four tree trunks were connected to the north end of the ditch, and wooden rafts were placed on the trunks.

Through this simple wooden bridge, people who pick up stones from the northern hillside can directly reach the courtyard wall on the west side, without having to throw stones to the opposite bank across a ditch as before.

When the Qingque tribe was busy building a house, another troublesome thing happened quietly.

"Stone, gone."

Shang, who was transporting the stone, put down his empty load and came to Shenzi who was lying beside the chicken coop, peeking at the naked pheasants, and reported the depressing news.

Shang's expression was a bit depressed. A few days ago, he followed Shenzi around the tribe, and he knew that there were many stones scattered around the tribe where they carried the stones before, and there were only a few scattered pieces in the rest of the place. Those are the huge rocks that are hard to shake.

As for the three houses that have been built, Shang likes the other people in the Qingque tribe very much. He wants to work hard with others to build a lot of houses so that people in the tribe can live in a spacious and bright place. in the house.

It was precisely because of this that he was so depressed when he found that the stones were not enough.

Well, that's it, the greater the expectation for something, the greater the disappointment when things go in a bad direction.

Han Cheng looked away from the chicken coop, looked at the frustrated Shang, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I have a solution."

"Really?"

Shang became excited all of a sudden, and looked at Han Cheng with wide eyes, his face full of surprise.

Of course he was pleasantly surprised, he knew how many stones could be moved around the tribe, and stones were different from other things, moving stones could only be won by strength.

Shang didn't think that the always wise Son of God had the ability to solve the stone problem,

The reason why he still came to inquire was because the Son of God had created too many miracles, and he had a glimmer of expectation deep in his heart, hoping that the Son of God could solve the matter of the stone and lead the tribe out of this predicament.

It's just that this desire is too weak, even he himself thinks it's impossible.

Under such circumstances, he learned such unbelievable news from Shenzi, it would be strange if he was not excited.

Han Cheng let Shang, who was a little like a child, go to the tribe to carry two clay pots for carrying water, and carried them on a load, and followed him out of the gate of the tribe, towards the place where the Qingque tribe often collects stones.

At the same time, he also called other people who were in charge of collecting stones to go there together.

On the way, let them take some dead branches from the trees that have fallen on the ground.

As for Shang, it was carried with water from two earthen pots brought out from the ditch on the west side.

It is much closer to fetch water from here than to carry water from the river.

Everyone followed suit, dragging firewood and water, and with an indescribable excitement, followed Shenzi, who was carrying a half-broken earthen pot of coals, to the quarry where there were no small stones.

They want to see how the Son of God solves this difficult problem that they think has no solution at all.

There are many exposed rocks at the quarry not too far from the Qingque Tribe.

It's a pity that these rocks are either too big to move, or they are all connected to the mountain. Under the current conditions, there is nothing to do with them.

Why not?

Han Cheng repeated this sentence in his heart, and then chose a stone with a head as big as three reclining cows, half of which was more than a foot above the ground, and the other half was deeply sunken in the soil.

Use the charcoal and firewood you brought to light a fire under the suspended stone.

The blazing red flames rose up, and the orange flames above were blocked by the stone slabs and scattered in all directions, and the heat waves also swelled in all directions.

Shang stood aside with the crowd, watching the burning flame together.

Under the continuous burning of the flame, the stone did not change except for some blackening.

He looked at Shenzi with a relaxed face, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and waited for the miracle together with the others.

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"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 arrived at 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 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..."

"Crack clap..."

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!"