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

After thinking about it, he asked the lame man who came over to pick up some dry firewood and go out with him.

Coming to the trunk of the tree that had been drilled yesterday, he put down the coals in the pottery shard, and lit a fire with the dry wood he had brought with a limp.

After the flames had burned for a while, he picked up a coal-fired piece of suitable size with two sticks and put it into the hole he had carved in the trunk of the tree yesterday.

As soon as the coals left the fire, the flames became smaller, emitting green smoke, and began to turn from red to black, giving the illusion that they were about to be extinguished.

Han Cheng, who had been dealing with flames for more than a year, naturally wouldn't let it 'die' like this.

He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and began to give artificial respiration to the coals in the pit.

Of course, it's not mouth-to-mouth, otherwise after a few moves, Han Cheng's two mouths will be eaten directly like grilled sausages.

"Whew~~"

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, bowed his head, and blew out the immortal qi at the piece of charcoal that looked like it was about to die in the wooden hole.

The fire coal, which had turned black, got Han Cheng's immortal qi, and many places on his body immediately turned red and rejuvenated.

It seems that this artificial respiration is really a necessary skill for home travel, and it cannot be used to save the young lady who fell into the water, and even the fire coals that are to be extinguished can be successfully rescued.

Received Han Cheng's immortal spirit, the fire coals that came back to life began to glow,

Its emotions were so hot that the wood next to it began to erupt with it.

Looking at the eyes that gradually deepened and expanded under the scorching coals, Han Cheng burst into tears.

He had to cry, the damn trunk was so smoky that he couldn't even open his eyes......

In order not to burn out an eye, he first shed tears and turned into jerky, Han Cheng paused artificial respiration on the piece of charcoal, which had become much smaller.

He stood up and looked left and right, trying to find a suitable thing to make a blowtorch.

It turned out that there really wasn't anything suitable.

If there is bamboo, it would be great, just open the bamboo joints, it is a very useful blowtorch.

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

It's a pity, after coming here for more than a year, Han Cheng has never seen any trace of bamboo.

Of course, it is also too dangerous to the outside world, and he often stays in the tribe.

Without the right thing, Han Cheng can only continue to develop brain holes.

He took aim at the piles of bones that had been accumulated over the years in the tribe.

Previously, due to the large-scale production of bone shovels, a lot of these bones were consumed, but it didn't matter, it didn't affect Han Cheng to find a suitable one to make a blowtorch from it.

This is because the bone shovel is made of flat, flaky bones, while the blowtorch is a long, cylindrical bone stick.

Han Cheng found a bone stick with a diameter of about two or three centimeters and a length of more than twenty centimeters.

He couldn't tell what kind of animal the bone was, after all, since he came, the people of the Blue Sparrow tribe had eaten all the fish.

Pick it up and take a look, it's good, there is no damage, and the bone marrow in the bone has also been stabbed and eaten, and it only needs a little rest to use.

Han Cheng found a thin wooden stick and began to poke the hole in the bone stick.

After stabbing for a while, there was a slight knock on the ground, and black residue fell from it, Han Cheng looked at it, and could see a little light, which showed that the bone rod had penetrated.

He cleaned the bone stick with water, and then put one end against his mouth to blow the air, and after trying it, he felt that it was still not smooth, so he then poked it with a thin wooden stick, and after poking it for a while, he then let it blow and try the ventilation effect.

"Huh?"

Han Cheng, who was trying to blow with his bone stick against his mouth, raised his head with some doubts.

Because in front of his eyes appeared two feet and a large bowl, in which was steaming salted fish soup, and in it there were many of the most popular green rape.

"Miko, drink soup, this, it's not delicious."

He looked up and saw the familiar face of the elder brother, but it was different from before, and today there was a kind of caution on it, like a child who had done something wrong.

As he said this, he sent the big bowl with more meat and less soup in his hand to Han Cheng, and at the same time stretched out his other hand, wanting to take away Han Cheng's bone stick that was still against his mouth.

The elder brother didn't look strange like this, he was a little puzzled when he first saw Miko's strange behavior, but then he understood.

Miko: I'm hungry!

I'm already hungry and stab the old bone stick and eat it!

It's all your own fault!

If it weren't for the fact that I tossed too much selflessly last night, I woke up late this morning, and I was late for cooking, and Miko wouldn't be hungry to eat this old bone stick that he can't even eat......

So after the salted fish soup was boiled, the senior brother immediately fished out a thick bowl and hurriedly sent it to the hungry gods.

Soup? Isn't this tasty?

Han Cheng blinked suspiciously, looked at the senior brother's face and movements that looked a little nervous and self-reproachful, and then lowered his eyes to look at the bone stick that was being pressed against his mouth, and suddenly understood something.

Han Cheng sniffled, is he like a person who doesn't even let go of this kind of old bone stick when he's hungry?

"This, blow the fire, don't eat it."

In order not to let the mark of 'Bone Gnawing Maniac' be completely imprinted on his body, and at the same time to eliminate the guilt of the senior brother, after understanding what was going on, Han Cheng quickly explained.

Looking at Senior Brother's eyes aimed straight at the bone stick, Han Cheng felt that it was not easy for him to get rid of this label in Senior Brother.

The world is big, the food is the biggest, whether he is crazy or not, it is better to fill his stomach first and then talk about other things.

Han Cheng washed his hands, hugged the bowl of rice and began to eat it.

The senior brother who was eating with a bowl not far away was eating, and from time to time he secretly glanced at Miko with his eyes.

He wanted to take away the bone stick just now, which made him very worried that the god son would bite the bone stick again......

"Whew~"

Han Cheng puffed out his cheeks and continued to blow the fire.

The blowtorch made of bone sticks was very useful, widening the distance between Han Cheng and the coals, so that he would not suffer from the smoke and not burst into tears.

Moreover, because the hole of the bone rod is relatively small, the air blown out of the small hole is more powerful to drill out, which is more conducive to the combustion of coals than blowing directly by mouth, and it is also more labor-saving.

As the coals continued to glow, the hole in the trunk became larger and deeper, much faster than with a stone chisel.

But a new problem then appeared, that is, the place that had been burned would continue to burn, and at this rate, when Han Cheng got the depth he wanted, this hole would be completely destroyed.