After the huge charcoal kiln was built, Wang Lang climbed onto the scaffolding and lit the fire at the top, and the dry dead grass soon burned.

Half an hour later, the fire could already be seen in the dozen or so air intakes left at the bottom, Wang Lang knew that the wood inside had been completely burned, so he asked people to seal the dozen air intakes with mud, climb on the scaffolding himself, cover the prepared tops, and then seal the connected parts with mud.

After doing this, the next thing is to wait, although the experience of people in burning charcoal is said to be very skilled, but this is the first time to try such a large charcoal kiln, and everyone has no bottom in their hearts.

But Wang Lang knows that this thing is not used as a charcoal kiln, burning charcoal is just a convenient thing, and it does not matter whether the charcoal can be fired successfully, the important thing is that this semi-circular mound must be burned very strong.

The first step of the brick kiln has been completed, and the bottom of the brick kiln must be excavated until the top of the kiln is formed.

The mold is made of wooden boards, there is no shortage of wood tribes, Wang Lang and the rest of the men together will make wooden planks one by one logs, from noon to night, piles of wooden planks have been stacked next to the wood pile, if these planks are made into molds, Wang Lang estimates that there can be at least more than 100.

Of course, the molds don't need that much, and with the tribe's current manpower, it is completely enough to make more than 20 molds.

People who had dinner in the evening sat bored in the open space, looking up at the starry sky.

Wang Lang took the torch and walked to the side of the hatching pit of the horned dragon, he would come here every day for the past few days to take a look, but none of these eggshells were broken, and the long wait made him a little very irritable.

Sticking the torch next to the pit, Wang Lang peeled off the dead leaves to observe the hatching of the dragon eggs.

Looking carefully one by one, Wang Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, and a crack had appeared in a dragon egg, and there was a knocking sound from time to time.

This situation is known to a normal person, this is about to hatch, Wang Lang hurriedly called the people who were bored there, and asked people to light a circle of torches next to the earthen pit.

"Patriarch, this is about to hatch!" Bark asked curiously, staring at the cracked dragon egg.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Well, it's about to hatch, it looks like this little thing will be able to pop out of the egg tonight." ”

Although everyone is no stranger to dinosaurs, they don't know anything about the incubation process of dinosaurs, and people who basically have no entertainment activities are gathered around the dirt pit at the moment, staring intently at the dragon egg whose cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

Every time a crack is added to the eggshell, it elicits an exclamation.

Everyone just watched the dragon egg, and when the torch was about to be extinguished, someone would quickly replace it with a new one, and then continue to stare intently at the dragon egg.

After about an hour, the stubborn little creature finally broke the hard eggshell.

There was a faint cry from inside the black eggshell.

"It's broken, the eggshell is broken!" The crowd cheered excitedly.

The little ceratosaurus, which had not yet fully emerged, seemed to be frightened by the howls of these humans, and stayed in the eggshell for a long time without moving.

This last step, this little thing refused to come out for a long time, and the tortured people were itching, Wang Lang wanted to break the eggshell himself several times and help it, but reason made him resist his inner impulse.

After another half an hour, the little horned dragon finally regained its activity, and gradually bit the edge of the broken eggshell with its mouth, widened the hole a lot, and drilled its head out, and looked curiously at the strange creatures in front of it with dark eyes.

Seeing that these creatures staring at themselves did not harm themselves, the little horned dragon continued to work hard for its own shell.

After some struggle, a horned dragon the size of a piglet appeared in front of the people, watching them chirp.

Wang Lang looked at this little thing with a happy smile on his face.

The crowd screamed with excitement, as if a modern person had won the lottery jackpot.

"Patriarch, I didn't expect those ceratosaurs to be so huge, and this cub is so small." The bark said in amazement.

Wang Lang smiled: "This thing grows quickly, and it won't be long before it will be much bigger than it is now." ”

"Lang, will you be able to plow the field you said when the ceratosaurus grows up?" Fanxing asked.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Yes, we will be able to plough the land then, our same land will harvest more grain than now, and by then as long as we work harder, we will grow enough food that we can't eat." ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at the little horned dragon standing unsteadily in the dirt pit, and their eyes were much more enthusiastic.

At this time, Wang Lang suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Go to a few people, get some grass back, we can't let this little thing starve to death just after birth." ”

When several men heard this, they hurriedly grabbed torches and hurriedly ran towards the outside of the tribe, and it was not long before several people returned to the tribe with bales of grass in their arms.

At this time, the little horned dragon was basically able to stand firm, trembling and trying to climb out of the hatching pit.

Wang Lang took a deep breath, walked to the side of the dirt pit, and picked it up.

Suddenly caught, the little horned dragon suddenly struggled desperately, even if it had just hatched, the weight of this horned dragon, Wang Lang estimated that it also weighed nearly twenty pounds.

The little horned dragon struggled desperately, Wang Lang almost didn't hold it, but after all, this little thing had just been born, and its strength could not be compared with that of an adult man, and it didn't take long for the little horned dragon to seem to have exhausted its strength and honestly quieted down in Wang Lang's hands.

Wang Lang held it up and looked at it carefully, and at this moment he thought inexplicably in his heart: "If in that world, with my feat of artificially hatched dinosaurs, what Nobel Prize is not yet hand-to-hand, Wang Da Scientist, hehe." ”

The little thing that set the little horned dragon on the flat ground and regained its freedom stumbled away from the human in front of it with a less skillful pace, hiding in the corner and shivering.

Starry came to the little horned dragon with the grass and reached out to his mouth.

The ceratosaurus sniffed and stared at the stars with some wariness, but the hunger in its stomach prompted it to take a bite of the food in the hands of this human.

Seeing that the horned dragon began to eat, Wang Lang was completely relieved, as long as this thing grows up, his tribe will make great strides into an agricultural society.