Two small fires lit up the flames, and all the tribesmen stared wide-eyed waiting for the result.
The pile of firewood quickly emitted smoke, which was very choking. This was because there was still some moisture in the firewood.
The flames were erratic, and although they burned fiercely, the flames were not so stable.
On the other hand, a charcoal fire has very little smoke, burns gently, and does not emit the choking smell of firewood.
But from this point of view, charcoal is already stronger than firewood.
Since both fires were small, they were extinguished quickly.
The tribesmen were keenly aware that the firewood pile burned out faster, and the charcoal pile continued to burn for a long time after the firewood pile went out.
"The quantity of firewood is less than that of charcoal..." one of the tribesmen murmured.
"But the weight is about the same." Li Huantou explained that the weight was something he had tried before and there was no problem.
"You have also seen that under the same weight, charcoal burns longer, is warmer, the flame is more stable, and there is not so much smoke. Do you still say that firewood is better than charcoal?" Wan stood in front of two burning piles.
Afterwards, among the dregs, he loudly said to the tribesmen.
The tribesmen looked at each other, finally decided, and shouted in unison: "Charcoal is better!"
"But why do you need charcoal? Firewood can be burned just as well." One of the tribesmen suddenly said.
The other tribesmen also reacted and looked at Wan in confusion.
"Of course you can burn firewood, but wood easily absorbs moisture, which is why there is so much smoke. If you burn firewood in a cave, can you still live in such a huge smoke?" Wan explained according to the knowledge in her mind.
The tribal people think this is very reasonable. In previous years, they burned wood, but it was warm enough, but the sourness... let's not mention it.
If there is a burning material that is better than firewood and does not emit smoke, of course they are willing to use it. Who doesn't want to live a better life?
Now there is no doubt. Compared with firewood and charcoal, it is better to use charcoal. It doesn’t take much trouble anyway.
So charcoal finally passed the test of primitive people, and burning paper charcoal was included in the schedule of the tribal people. They had to prepare a lot of charcoal and spend this winter safely.
While the elders and children in the tribe were making charcoal, Wan was still not idle. She took the women and some young adults who didn't have to go hunting to start making simple stoves.
Although charcoal is good, it also has disadvantages.
The burning of charcoal requires oxygen. When there is insufficient oxygen, the toxic gas carbon monoxide is released, which can kill people.
The solution is very simple, just build a few stoves with chimneys.
The best material for making pipes and chimneys is bamboo, but bamboo has not yet been discovered in other worlds, but that doesn't matter.
People from other worlds are very powerful, and if they don’t have anything hollow, then go ahead and make it.
Simply cut the wood into sections, hollow out the middle, and then put them together to create a simple pipe.
Lay these pipes from the wall of the cave to the outside, and connect the other ends of the pipes to the simple stone stoves. OK, the simple stoves are ready.
This simple charcoal stove certainly doesn't look good, it's just a pile of stones and wood, but it's practical.
At night when all the stoves were built, fires were lit one after another in the large cave where the tribesmen lived.
The flame warmed the cave and also warmed the hearts of primitive people.
They gathered around the charcoal fire to warm themselves up and drive away the coldness of early winter. Some tribesmen also took out the stored dried meat and heated it slightly on the fire.
There is no pungent smell of smoke and you can enjoy the warmth of the flame.
This feeling was something that primitive people had never experienced before. It felt so magical, and they felt more convinced of their gods in their hearts.
System: "Faith +12+12+15+15+20+25..."
Through the gaze of God, Xiaobai also saw the primitive man illuminated by the fire.
Seeing the smiles on their faces, seeing them telling stories to each other by the fire, watching them singing and dancing around the fire, Xiaobai couldn't help but smile.
They say happiness is contagious.
The simple joy of primitive people also infected Xiaobai.
Yes, it is very difficult to survive in another world, which is full of poisonous insects and beasts, and even behemoths such as giant beasts and giant insects, but it still cannot stop primitive people's love for life and pursuit of happiness.
Their idea is actually very simple, eat and live.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that they believe in themselves, the god of death and life.
They pray for their dead companions and relatives, hoping that they can live in a better world, and at the same time, they also pray for themselves who are still alive, hoping that they can live a better life. It turns out that they are what they yearn for!
This kind of simple touch was something Xiaobai had never experienced before.
The world he used to live in was very complicated, and the relationships between people were even more complicated. It was precisely because he could not adapt to such complexity that he finally chose to become an otaku who ate and waited to die.
This simple happiness of primitive man is something he has never thought of.
In the peaceful and prosperous years, you can eat what you want, play if you want, and have a lot of entertainment. As long as you are willing to work, you don’t have to worry about the next meal. More struggles come from enjoyment, not survival.
pressure.
Maybe, I missed too much.
"Yes, so, host, are you willing to protect them?" The voice of the system rang. There was no ridicule, no daily confrontation, it was very indifferent and calm.
"Maybe, maybe I hope they can live longer." Xiaobai exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest and said with a smile.
"..." The system was silent.
"Ah, it's true that I'm not suitable for a heavy atmosphere! Even if I am a god, I want to be a god of joy. Although my priesthood includes the priest of death that makes people cry, I still want to be happy." Xiaobai suddenly stood up.
Get up, learn the dance of primitive people, and jump around in the totem space.
‘Perhaps the one with wisdom in your eyes and thoughts in your heart just now is the real you, right? The joy on your appearance is just to hide the heaviness in your heart?’ The system said to itself silently.
"Host, what are your plans next?" the system suddenly asked curiously.
"What's next?" Xiaobai smiled, his white teeth dazzling.
"Of course it's development, more technology, more population!" Xiaobai replied matter-of-factly.
When winter passes, there will be bigger changes next year. After all, the charcoal has been taken out.
Now that the charcoal is gone, will the iron be far behind?
When iron is smelted from charcoal, the life of the tribesmen will be improved to a higher level. Their weapons and equipment can be upgraded, and they will no longer have to fight monsters with simple stone axes and spears.
Of course, it can't be just these, Xiaobai also has more plans, such as witch doctors to cure diseases, wooden houses that allow primitive people to live outside caves, clay pots that allow them to store water and make soup, etc.
wait.
But all this has to wait until winter passes and spring comes. By the way, how can I increase the population of the tribe?
Xiaobai's bouncing figure suddenly stopped.
emmm...it seems to be a big problem...
Since it is a big problem...then don't think about it, the happiness in front of you is the most important!