I am a primitive

Here it seems that the distance from the wooden pile is not very far, but when I rushed to the front, I found that the distance was still far away, and the second senior brother seemed even more discouraged...

"God... Son of God! Son of God!"

Standing by the window in the room, Han Cheng lifted the corner of the animal skin that covered the window, and watched the second senior brother standing in the snow struggling to throw stones towards the stake, he couldn't help but sigh, he could understand the second senior brother's situation at this time Feeling.

While feeling emotional, Heiwa's voice suddenly sounded, coming from a distance, full of surprises.

This guy, did he eat magpie shit?Such joy?They are all fathers, and they are still so unstable.

Han Cheng thought so.

"Bang dong!"

The door was pulled open suddenly, hit the wall behind and bounced back, a figure flashed away from the door, and rushed into the snow, it was Han Dashenzi who was still thinking about stability just now.

Of course Han Cheng would not be calm, because just now, a thought flashed through his mind.

"Charcoal! Charcoal! Charcoal...become...become..."

Han Cheng ran a short distance away, and saw Hei Wa running towards him, but before he got there, Hei Wa shouted loudly when he saw Han Cheng.

Han Cheng's heart suddenly relaxed, and his steps couldn't help but stop.

炭！

Really charcoal!

He didn't know how to describe his mood for a while.

"How much was burned?"

Han Cheng suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked Hei Wa who had already rushed to his side.

"No...not burned...burned...all...all good..."

Hei Wa was panting from running, talking out of breath, but the excitement on his face was hard to hide.

Not burned?

Han Cheng's eyes widened instantly.

How can this be? !

After he learned from Hei Wa that it was indeed the burning of charcoal, he just felt that there was a lot of charcoal produced this time. As for the fact that no firewood was burned, he really didn't dare to think about it.

Hearing what Heiwa said at this time, Han Cheng couldn't believe it.

"Are you sure no firewood was burned?"

"It's...really not...not burned, it's all...all charcoal!"

Hei Wa nodded vigorously,

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"Hahaha……"

Snowflakes like catkins fell one after another, the ground was pure white, and the surroundings were quiet, even the birds disappeared.

It was as if everything was completely sealed by the snowflakes and the cold.

In such an environment, a group of people suddenly poured out from the gate of the Qingque Tribe, and the one who walked in the front was a minor.

They walked hurriedly towards the west side of the wall, all the way to a raised edge.

This bulge has been pulled apart, and the mud clods scattered on the side and the black inside the bulge are all the more eye-catching against the surrounding white snow.

This minor, who was obviously very respected, didn't think it was dirty, so he directly reached out and stirred in the darkness.

The black thing moved with his hand, making a series of clear and crisp sounds, which was as pleasant as his current mood of being so beautiful that he was about to fly.

What Heiwa said was not wrong, there was indeed no firewood burned in this kiln, all the firewood put in turned into charcoal, and it was the best kind!

"Hahaha……!"

Finally, Han Cheng couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, he raised his two black paws and laughed loudly.

God didn't want to hear his ugly laughter, so he sent snowflakes to fall into his mouth, intending to block his mouth, but it still didn't have much effect.

A series of happy laughter continued to come out of his mouth.

What a surprise, this is really a surprise!

It was originally an idea of ​​breaking a can, but who knew that a kiln of good charcoal would actually be burned like this.

The problem that has troubled me for so long has been solved in such an unexpected way...

Han Cheng was thinking so freely, and suddenly remembered the incident in "Red Sorghum" in which Yu Zhan'ao urinated into the wine pulp and then brewed high-quality sorghum wine.

Thinking about it carefully, things in this world are really helpless sometimes. The more you think about what you want to get, the harder it is to get it. On the contrary, some things that you don’t pay attention to not only bloom, but also bear fruit.

Han Cheng suppressed his laughter, only to realize that the people following him looked at him in a daze.

Han Cheng sniffled secretly, thinking, haven't these guys seen such a wild smile?

Then I sorted out my mood, and asked people to go back to get the straw basket and the bamboo head to fill the charcoal.

He also asked some people to hold firewood here, and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and start a kiln. If the kiln can still be completed, it means that the matter of burning charcoal was really solved by himself in this way.

Hei Wa stood aside, looking at the Son of God, full of admiration in his heart, this was basically an unsolvable matter in his own opinion, but it was solved by the Son of God just like that.

Just simply changing the order of ignition, such a big change can appear, the wisdom of the Son of God is really amazing.

But he didn't know that the things he admired were actually created by Han Dashenzi.

If he knew the truth, he wondered if Heiwa would vomit three liters of blood while being stunned, and would think about lighting a fire from the pottery after the beginning of spring next year...

The people of the Qingque Tribe were very happy today. Not long ago, they saw the power of the bow and arrow, and then they got the news that the Son of God had successfully burned charcoal, which made them all very happy.

If you add the Bingling Wind Chime, which is very popular among children, it can be regarded as three blessings.

Of course, the most gratifying thing here is the bow and arrow, which is a weapon that is very useful to the tribe. As for burning charcoal, they are just as happy as the Son of God.

Among these people in the Qingque Tribe, even the most intelligent witches did not think that the charcoal that the Son of God tried to produce would be of much significance in the presence of firewood, an extremely common substitute.

But for Han Cheng, they have already formed a mentality of blind obedience, and it is quite normal to have fun with Shenzi.