I am a primitive

It wants to drag its foolish master out to play outside.

But he inadvertently used too much force and tore off the short skirt around Han Cheng's waist.

At the same time that Han Cheng was gone, Fu Jiang, who was holding a leather skirt in his mouth, took several steps back.

"Alas!"

Of course, this is not what Fujiang called this guy who looks more and more like Erha, otherwise wouldn't he become a genius?

Limping in from the outside, he came to a place close to the inner hole to use the hand press drill, ready to drill a hole, saw Shenzi sitting there concentrating and did not dare to disturb him, took the hand press drill and lightly Be careful with your feet when going out.

As a result, within two steps, Fu Jiang made this noise.

His lame legs were not very good at first, and when he was tripped by Fu Jiang who suddenly came to his feet, he couldn't control himself and fell to the ground.

Fu Jiang flashed this guy quickly, and he was not hit by the lame, but the lame fell hard.

This ouch came from the lame mouth.

He fell to the ground with a limp, not caring about his injury, but hastily picked up the hand pressure drill that fell to the side.

The floor of the cave is a stone bottom, and the somewhat thin stone drill bit just hit the stone and broke in the middle.

This made Lame feel extremely sorry.

Because this hand press drill is the most convenient one to use.

He was a little annoyed for a while, and wanted to hit Fu Jiang, but when he turned his head and saw the funny look of this guy with a short leather skirt in his mouth, he couldn't help laughing again.

Han Cheng naturally had no way to meditate at this time, he hurried over to help Liao up, Liao had already stood up by himself, holding a hand drill with a broken drill bit in his hand, looking very regretful.

Seeing that the lameness was fine, Han Cheng turned his head and glared at Fu Jiang, the silly dog.

Fu Jiang also felt that he had caused trouble, his tail drooped, and he put the leather skirt in his mouth to Han Cheng's hand, and rubbed it against Han Cheng's hand, looking a little timid.

Han Cheng slapped it twice on the head, took the leather skirt and wrapped it around the waist. The guy rolled his eyes and looked at Han Cheng quietly. Taking the opportunity, he turned around quickly, spread his legs, and rushed out of the cave. Run, for fear that if you run too slowly, you will get kicked on your buttocks.

Han Cheng was amused, and cursed with a smile, looking at the broken stone drill bit in his lame hand, he also felt that it was a pity, after all, it is not easy to polish a drill bit.

Just as he was about to instruct Liao to use other hand pressure drills first, and wait for this one to be repaired, a light suddenly flashed across his mind.

Surrounded the leather skirt in two or three, and said in the mouth: "Give this to me, you can use something else."

Before he finished speaking, the broken hand drill in the lame hand had already been transferred to Han Cheng.

Did the Son of God come up with a good idea again?

Lame looked at Shenzi leaving excitedly, thinking this way, took another drill bit and gave it to the hand drill of the same size just now, the dust on his body didn't even bother to pat it, so he hurried to chase Shenzi, wanting to Let's see what different miracles Shenzi can do with the pressure drill he is already familiar with.

After Han Cheng found the fire in the Qingque tribe and occasionally extinguished it, he used two pieces of wood for emergency fire drilling. He found that it was too big, so he went outside the tribe to look for branches again.

Drilling wood to make fire cannot use that kind of hard wood, because it is not easy to have soft, drilled sawdust that generates sparks and falls off from it.

Fast-growing trees such as poplars and tung trees are good for drilling wood to make fire.

Han Cheng found a soft branch with a diameter of about two centimeters and a length of two meters, and took it back to the courtyard.

There are two sections in the middle, and a point is marked on the thicker section near the top, so that the lame standing aside and watching can drill a hole with the hand drill in his hand.

The hole doesn't need to be too deep, just drill halfway through the wood.

While lamely drilling, Han Cheng was also quickly disposing of another stick.

Grind one end slightly smoother, and then use a stone knife to carve a wooden groove for the rope on the other head, and then wind the wooden pole made according to the specifications of the drill pipe with two circles of rope, Mounted on a hand press drill.

At this time, the lame also drilled the hole.

Han Cheng took it over and looked at it, and carved two grooves on the left and right sides of the wooden pit with a thin piece of stone that can be called a stone knife in his hand. This is much lighter than the tribe's original tools for drilling wood for fire. It's done.

Han Cheng found a ball of tinder for lighting the fire, which was made of a kind of leaf.

Knead the dried leaves in your hands, and there will be many tiny "silk strands" coming out, which are very good for starting a fire.

However, this tree is not the kind of eucommia tree seen in later generations. Han Cheng played with the leaves of eucommia tree a lot when he was a child, and he can recognize the big difference between the two.

So this kind of tree, which Han Cheng had never seen before, had a gorgeous name - Tinder Tree.

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A ball of tinder was placed under the stick that had been drilled out of a small hole on the ground. Han Cheng took a modified hand drill and put the stick into it, and stepped on the stick on the ground with one foot. , to prevent it from moving around, and then start to press down on the hand pressure drill one by one, the same way as when drilling things.

The wooden drill pipe rotated quickly with Han Cheng's up and down pressure, and within a few strokes, a trace of blue smoke rose from the wooden pit, and then there were warm, black sawdust carved from both sides of the wooden pit. Come out of the wooden trough that came out, and fall onto the soft tinder below.

Han Cheng was a little excited, and kept pressing down on the hand drill. As the drill rod continued to rotate, more blackened sawdust fell, and after a while, white smoke came out from under the rod. rises from the tinder.

Seeing this, Han Cheng put away the hand drill, picked up the tinder and put it near his mouth to blow air, the small sparks grew from small to large, and soon a flame rose.

Looking back, it took about two to three minutes to make fire by drilling wood this time, which is much faster than the original fire drilling of the Qingque Tribe and the flint he made before!

It's only the first time for me to use this hand pressure drill to drill fire, and the effect is so obvious. After practicing hard for a period of time, wouldn't the speed be faster?

Thinking of this, Han Cheng turned his head and saw Liao who was staring at the burning velvet in a daze. His heart moved, so he asked Liao to try it.

Lie was replacing his usual hand drill with a wooden pole and was amazed that fire could be drilled out. Hearing Shenzi calling him to do it, he hurried over to take the hand drill, but his hands were trembling because of being too excited.

The wooden pole turned, black sawdust flowed out, white smoke rose from the tinder, and then the flame danced, reflected in the lame eyes, making the eyes brighter and brighter.

Lame is the one who uses hand pressure drills the most in the tribe. Now it takes a lot less time for lame to do this than Han Cheng.

The joy on Han Cheng's face became more and more intense. The matter that he had been entangled with for so long was actually solved in this way!

It is not the fire knife and flint as originally thought, nor is it the fire fold, but the third way!

This gave him the feeling that another village is bright in the dark. Sure enough, if you never forget it, there will be echoes!

Seeing that Shenzi was happy, he became even more happy, holding this unique hand pressure drill in his hand and smirking aside, Fu Jiang slipped over from nowhere, wagging his tail and jumping around blindly. I have completely forgotten the mistakes I made before...

Han Cheng walked back to the cave with his newly made tool for drilling wood for fire, and called Huo Yi, who was taking care of the fire there, to let him watch him dig wood for fire.

As soon as Huo recovered, this might have something to do with the fact that after Han Cheng's arrival, the living standard of the Qingque tribe had greatly improved, which strengthened his resistance, otherwise she might not survive this time.

Not only did the prickly heat on her body not go away, but it 'exploded' because of continuous sweating, and she kept scratching while squatting there looking after the flames.

"You come."