Chapter 121 Artificial respiration and bone-devouring madman
The tribe was ready to start cooking. Han Cheng used a broken clay pot to shovel some coals from the burning fire and went outside.
After thinking about it, he asked the lame who came over to grab some dry firewood and followed him out.
When he came to the tree trunk that had been drilled yesterday, he put down the charcoal inside the pottery fragments and lit a fire with the dry wood he carried.
After the fire burned for a while, he used two wooden sticks to pick up a piece of coal of suitable size and put it into the hole he had drilled in the tree trunk yesterday.
After the coals left the fire, the flames immediately became smaller, emitted green smoke, and began to change from red to black, giving people the illusion that they were about to go out.
Han Cheng, who had been dealing with flames for more than a year, naturally would not let it 'die' like this.
He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and then performed artificial respiration on the coals in the wood pit.
Of course, it's not the mouth-to-mouth kind, otherwise after a few movements, Han Cheng's two mouths will be like grilled sausages and can be eaten directly.
"Huh~~"
Han Cheng squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and blew away the fairy air at the piece of charcoal inside the wood hole that looked like it was about to die.
The blackened coals immediately turned red and regained their vitality after receiving Han Cheng's magical energy.
It seems that artificial respiration is indeed a necessary skill for home travel. It cannot be used to save a young lady who has fallen into the water. It can even be used to save the charcoal that needs to be extinguished.
Inspired by Han Cheng's immortal energy, the resurrected coals began to glow and heat.
Its emotions were so hot that the wood next to it began to burst out with fiery emotions along with it.
Han Cheng's eyes filled with tears as he looked at his eyes, which gradually darkened and expanded under the burning charcoal.
He had to cry, this damn tree trunk was so smoky that he could hardly open his eyes...
In order to prevent his eyes from burning out and turning them into dried meat, Han Cheng stopped performing artificial respiration on the piece of charcoal that had become much smaller.
He stood up and looked around, trying to find a suitable thing to use as a blowtorch.
It turned out that there really wasn't anything suitable.
It would be great if there was bamboo. Just open the bamboo joints and it would be a very useful fire blower.
At this time, Han Cheng missed the bamboo forest in the village very much.
It's a pity that Han Cheng has not seen any trace of bamboo in more than a year since he came here.
Of course, it also has something to do with the fact that the outside world is too dangerous and he often stays in the tribe.
Without something suitable, Han Cheng could only continue to develop his imagination.
He took aim at a large pile of bones accumulated in the tribe over the years.
In the past, due to the large-scale production of bone shovels, a lot of these bones were consumed, but it didn't matter. This did not affect Han Cheng's ability to find suitable ones to make fire blowers.
Because bone shovels are made from flat, flaky bones, while torches are made from long, cylindrical bone sticks.
Han Cheng found a bone rod about two to three centimeters in diameter and more than twenty centimeters long.
He couldn't tell what kind of animal this bone came from. After all, since he arrived, all the people in the Qingque tribe had eaten fish.
Picked it up and looked at it, it was very good, there was no damage, and the marrow in the bone had almost been stabbed and eaten, and it only needed a little rest before it could be used.
Han Cheng found a thin piece of wood and began to poke holes in the bone stick.
After poking for a while and gently knocking on the ground, black residue fell from it. Han Cheng looked at it and could see a little light, which meant that the bone rod had penetrated.
He washed the bone stick with water, then put one end against his mouth to blow air. After trying it, he found that it was still not smooth, so he poked it with a thin wooden stick. After poking it for a while, he put it in and blew air to test the ventilation effect.
"Um?"
Han Cheng, who was holding the bone rod against his mouth and trying to blow air, raised his head in confusion.
Because before his eyes appeared two feet and a big bowl. Inside the big bowl was steaming salted fish soup, which contained many of the most popular green rapeseed.
"Son of God, drink the soup. This is not delicious."
What he saw when he raised his head was the familiar face of his senior brother, but it was different from the past. Today, there was a cautious look on his face, just like that of a child who had done something wrong.
As he said this, he moved the large bowl with more meat and less soup in front of Han Cheng. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand to take away the bone stick that Han Cheng still pressed against his mouth.
It's not strange for the senior brother to look like this. He was a little confused when he saw the strange behavior of the Son of God at first, but then he understood it.
The Son of God is hungry!
They were all so hungry that they ate the old bone sticks!
It's all your own fault!
If I hadn't been too selfless last night, woke up late this morning, and asked people to cook late, Shen Zi wouldn't be so hungry to eat this old bone stick that I can't even eat...
So after the salted fish soup was cooked, the senior brother immediately scooped up a thick bowl and hurriedly brought it to the hungry Son of God.
Want soup? Isn’t this delicious?
Han Cheng blinked in confusion, looking at his senior brother's face and movements that looked a little nervous and remorseful, then lowered his eyes to look at the bone rod being pressed against his mouth, and suddenly understood something.
Han Cheng sniffed, was he so like a person who wouldn't let go of such an old bone stick when he was hungry?
"This, blow the fire, don't eat it."
In order to prevent the mark of 'Bone-Gnawing Demon' from being completely imprinted on him, and at the same time to eliminate his senior brother's guilt, Han Cheng quickly explained what was going on.
Looking at his senior brother's eyes aimed straight at the bone rod, Han Cheng felt that it would not be easy for him to get rid of this label with his senior brother.
The world is huge, and eating is the most important thing. Regardless of whether you are crazy or not, you should fill your stomach first before talking about anything else.
Han Cheng washed his hands, hugged the bowl of rice and started to eat happily.
The senior brother, who was eating with a bowl not far away, secretly glanced at the Son of God from time to time while eating.
He wanted to take away the bone stick just now, but Shenzi refused, which made him very worried that Shenzi would attack the bone stick again...
"Huh~"
Han Cheng puffed out his cheeks and continued to blow fire.
The fire blower made of bone sticks was very easy to use. It distanced Han Cheng from the coals and saved him from the pain of smoke and tears.
And because the hole of the bone rod is relatively small, the air blown out through the small hole is stronger, which is more conducive to burning charcoal than blowing directly with the mouth, and it also saves effort.
As the coals continue to glow and heat, the hole in the tree trunk becomes larger and deeper, much faster than using a stone chisel.
But a new problem arises, that is, the burned area will continue to burn. If it continues at this rate, by the time Han Cheng reaches the depth he wants, the Maoyan will be completely destroyed.
