The water in the clay pot was boiling, but because the jar was not fitted with 'ears', it seemed a bit difficult to remove the jar from the fire.

Han Cheng found two dead grass mats before moving it away from the simple 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 in the jar.

Then he held it with both hands, leaned to his mouth, and gently blew the heat. After a while, he sipped in a 'Liu', and some hot water from the burning mouth entered his mouth, without any smell, but Han Cheng seemed to have eaten something delicious.

He stayed in his mouth for a while, tasted it before swallowing it.

A warm feeling came from the mouth to the stomach, and the feeling of comfort spread throughout the body, making Han Cheng almost moan.

The primitive people watching on the side couldn't help but feel saliva flowing out when they saw Han Cheng's expression of enjoyment.

You know, the Son of God is a person who doesn’t like to eat delicious barbecue, but now he shows such a look, which shows how delicious this breathless water is!

After drinking a bowl of hot water, Han Cheng felt warm all over his body, and even sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

He breathed comfortably, and then he saw a group of people around him looking at him and the hot water in the pottery jar.

I couldn't help but smile.

He pressed the pottery and poured another bowl, which was for the witch.

I suddenly saw Xin Niannian's boiling water. For a moment, I just wanted to drink a bowl first, but I forgot about the witch.

"You drink it, be careful to burn it."

Han Cheng is basically speaking Mandarin now. Only when he encounters some things that cannot be explained or they have not learned yet will he use the language in the tribe and explain it with gestures.

Now, it is not just him, but also the children who learn from him in the tribe who speak mainly in Mandarin. After all, they are very plastic.

Adults in the tribe do not use much Mandarin. First, they often go out to hunt, unlike these children who can study with peace of mind, and second, they have long been accustomed to communicating in tribal language and methods.

Han Cheng was not in a hurry to learn language. Learning language is not a one-day effort, it is a terrazzo skill. If you have yourself, you will sooner or later say what they teach.

This is not because Han Cheng is fascinated by self-confidence, but because the tribe's language is too underdeveloped and there are too many places that need to be supplemented in Mandarin.

These newly added things are remembered more firmly because there was no place in the tribe before, and there was no interference from tribal language.

Han Cheng carefully walked into the hole in his hands with his bowl, and he wanted to give the bowl of boiling water to the witch.

These little primitive people who had already seen the saliva flowed all over the ground immediately became excited after Han Cheng spoke.

However, they did not rush to snatch it up, but went in a certain order.

The first person to drink hot water was not these little primitive people, but lame.

After the rest of the adult male primitives and most female primitives went out to hunt, the ones left in the cave, except Wu and Han Cheng, were the ones with the highest status.

He brought a two-thirds of the porch, followed Han Cheng's appearance, tilted the porch, and poured some hot water in.

This broken pottery jar was broken when the kiln was opened before, but for the people in the tribe who first saw the pottery, the broken pottery is also worth owning.

Lark took the broken pottery piece, imitated Han Cheng's appearance and put it on his lips, and in the envious eyes of everyone, he "she" said.

"puff!"

The tongue was scalded by hot water, and the sip of hot water that I had just taken off sprayed out.

This made the people around him a little dissatisfied with him.

Food is extremely important to everyone in the tribe, even exceeding clothes.

The Son of God was full of enjoyment when he drank it, which meant that this thing must be delicious. You spit out a mouthful of such a delicious thing, which was really unreasonable.

Lu also knew that his behavior was inappropriate, but the water was so hot!

He was sucking in the cold air and it took him a while to recover.

This time he learned to be smart and did not dare to drink too much, but sucked a little carefully into his mouth.

Somewhat warm.

But it's just a little warm, not so delicious? Why does the Son of God enjoy this kind of enjoyment when he drinks it?

Lame and full of doubts.

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

The rest of the people were all given water one after another, and after drinking it impatiently, they were all as confused as if they were limp.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, everyone was full of black question marks.

Did you make a mistake when you are waiting for others, or did the Son of God’s taste be too different from that of ordinary people?

The delicious barbecue is not delicious, but instead, drinking this hot water that has no taste and enjoys it...

The witch was very busy. After presiding over the sacrificial ceremony to celebrate the appearance of pottery, he hid in the inner cave and carried out his writing and creation.

He wants to record the newly emerging "Tao" in a way that never falls, including every step in the production.

It would be a pity that such good things that are beneficial to the tribe are not recorded and passed on to future generations!

Wu’s writing is very interesting now. It is no longer the simple graphic texts of the past, but the graphic texts and Chinese characters are parallel.

If you look at it in the order of his writing, you will find a very interesting phenomenon.

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

Han Cheng believes that with the development of time, the proportion of Chinese characters in the records of witches will become larger and larger.

The witch is very busy now, and he finds that since the Son of God appears, he has become more and more busy.

In the past, he would have recorded things for a long time. Since the Son of God appeared, he recorded things more and more frequently.

From the beginning of the arrival of the Son of God, to the later breaking the ice and picking up fish, to the later making gloves and socks, and now making pottery.

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

So the witch began a journey of pain and happiness.

Sometimes he would be full of gratitude. Fortunately, Professor Son of God gave himself a simpler and more complete divine language and text, otherwise his records would be more difficult.

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

"Son of God."

When Wu saw Han Cheng coming in, he shouted first.

When I saw the bowl in Han Cheng's hand, I was a little confused. Now is not the time to eat, why are the Son of God coming in with the bowl in?
Chapter completed!