The water in the clay pot was boiling, but because there were no ears on the pot, it was difficult to remove the jar from the fire.

Han Cheng found two handfuls of withered grass to mat before removing it from the improvised stove on the fire.

Han Cheng took out his bowl, scooped out some water from the jar, and after brushing the bowl again, he couldn't wait to pour a bowl of boiling water from the jar.

Then he held it with both hands, brought it to his mouth, and gently blew the hot air, and after a while, he took a 'slip', and some of the hot water from the burner mouthed into his mouth, and there was no taste, but Han Cheng seemed to have eaten something delicious.

He held the water in his mouth for a moment, savored it, and then swallowed it.

A warm feeling spread from his mouth to his stomach, and the comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, making Han Cheng almost stop moaning.

The crowd of primitive people who were watching on the sidelines couldn't help but salivate when they saw Han Cheng's expression of enjoyment.

You know, Miko is a person who doesn't even like delicious barbecue, but now he has such a look, which shows how delicious this steaming water is!

After a bowl of hot water in his stomach, Han Cheng only felt that his whole body was warm, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.

He let out a sigh of relief, and then he saw a group of people around him who were drooling and staring at him and the hot water in the clay pot.

I couldn't help but smile.

He turned the clay pot away and poured another bowl for the witch.

Fang Cai suddenly saw the boiling water in his heart, and for a while he only thought about drinking a bowl first, but he forgot about Wu.

"Drink, be careful."

Han Cheng basically speaks Mandarin now, and only when he encounters something that can't be explained or they haven't learned it yet, he will use the language of the tribe to explain it with analogy.

Up to now, not only him, but also the children in the tribe who study with him are mainly speaking Mandarin, after all, they are highly malleable.

The adults in the tribe do not use Mandarin much, firstly, they often go out hunting, unlike these children, who can study with peace of mind, and secondly, they have long been accustomed to communicating in the language and way of the tribe.

Han Cheng is not in a hurry at this point, language learning is not a day's work, it is a terrazzo effort, with his own presence, sooner or later they will be taught to speak Mandarin.

This is not because Han Cheng has the confidence of being a fan, but because the language of the tribe is too underdeveloped, and there are too many places that need to be supplemented in Mandarin.

These new additions, because there was no place in the tribe before, and without the interference of the tribal language, they remembered it more firmly.

Han Cheng carefully walked to the inner hole with the bowl in both hands, he wanted to give this bowl of boiling water to Wu to drink.

These little primitive people, who had been drooling all over the place for a long time, immediately became excited after Han Cheng spoke.

However, they did not rush to the top, but came in a certain order.

The first to drink hot water was not these little primitives, but lame.

After the rest of the adult male primitives and most of the female primitives went out hunting, the one left in the cave, except for Wu and Han Cheng, was the one with the highest status.

He brought a clay pot that was two-thirds broken, followed Han Cheng's example, tilted the clay pot, and poured some hot water in.

This broken clay pot was broken when the kiln was opened before, but for the people of the tribe who first saw pottery, the broken pottery is just as worth having.

Lame took the broken pottery piece, followed Han Cheng's appearance and brought it to his mouth, and in the envious eyes of everyone, he 'sneered'.

"Poof!"

The lame tongue was scalded by the hot water, and all the hot water that I had just drunk squirted out.

This made the people on the side a little dissatisfied with him.

Food is extremely important to the people of the tribe, even more than clothing.

Shenzi drank it with a face full of enjoyment, which means that this thing must be delicious, and you spit out a sip of such a delicious thing, which is really unusual.

The lame also knew that there was something wrong with his behavior, but the water was too hot!

He inhaled the cool air, and it took a while to recover a little.

This time he learned wisely, and he didn't dare to drink it again, but carefully sucked it into his mouth.

Somewhat lukewarm.

But it's just a little warm, isn't it delicious? Why did Miko enjoy drinking it like this?

Lame doubts.

He took another sip and tasted it carefully, but the result was the same, nothing special except for some heat.

The rest of the people were given water one after another, and after they couldn't wait to drink it, they were all like lame, full of doubts.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are black question mark faces.

Is it that he and the others are at fault, or is Miko's taste too different from ordinary people?

The delicious barbecue is not fragrant, but it is enjoyable to drink the hot water without any taste......

Wu was very busy, and after presiding over the ritual to celebrate the appearance of pottery, he hid in the inner cave and carried out his writing and creation.

He wants to record the new 'pottery' one by one, including every step in the production.

It's a pity that such a good thing that is beneficial to the tribe is not recorded and passed on to future generations!

Wu's writing is very interesting now, it is no longer the simple picture text of the past, but the picture text and Chinese characters are parallel.

If you look at the order in which he wrote, you will find a very interesting phenomenon.

That is, the later the record is written, the more Chinese characters are mixed in it, and by now, Chinese characters are almost half of the text written by Wu!

Han Cheng believed that with the development of time, the proportion of Chinese characters in Wu's records will increase.

Wu is very busy now, and he finds that he has become more and more busy since the appearance of the Son of God.

In the past, it took a long time for him to write things down, but since the appearance of the Son of God, he has been writing things more and more often.

From the arrival of the Divine Son at the beginning, to breaking the ice to catch fish, to making gloves and socks, and now making pottery.

Everything is good, and everything he doesn't want to give up, and he needs to record them and pass them on to future generations.

So, Wu began a journey of pain and happiness.

Sometimes he would be full of joy and think that it was fortunate that Professor Miko had given him a simpler and more complete language and writing, otherwise his record would have been more difficult.

Not to mention the rest, just creating new words is enough to make yourself lose your hair.

"Son of God."

Wu saw Han Cheng coming in and took the lead in shouting.

When he saw the bowl in Han Cheng's hand, he was a little puzzled, now is not the time to eat, what is the god son sitting with the bowl?