Chapter 151 The stone can't stand the ice and fire
"Add firewood."
Han Cheng looked at the stone and asked people to continue adding firewood to it.
Then he looked at the size of the stone, and then looked at the two jars of water placed not far away. He felt that the water was not enough, so he asked someone to go back and fetch water from clay jars and transport it here.
The people who went back to carry water didn't come, but Wu and Senior Brother came over first.
After knowing what the Son of God was going to do, they couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see with their own eyes how the Son of God solved the problem of stones.
So after discussing with the witches, they gave up their work and left some people to guard the tribe while the rest came.
Han Cheng didn't have any objections to this. There were very few activities in this era. Apart from the spouses hugging each other and humming a tune at night, the only other entertainment activity was doing each other's hair.
Since everyone likes to see what they have done, let them see it. This is a rare opportunity for them to have fun.
Another five loads of water were brought over, and everyone looked at the Son of God expectantly. However, Han Cheng did not do anything else. He just asked people to put the water aside, and then continued to add firewood under the rocks.
Seeing that the large pile of firewood he had brought was almost burned, Han Chenggong broke off a piece of dead grass from a short distance away, stretched out his arm and pressed the one-meter-long grass stem against the stone.
The position Han Cheng reached was the upper part of the stone, more than thirty centimeters away from the flames below.
The dry grass stems were pressed against the seemingly unchanged stone. After a while, a small amount of green smoke began to rise.
Han Cheng took back the grass stem and looked at it. It was already burnt black.
He folded this point away, took the grass stem and poked it out again. The position he clicked this time was directly at the highest point of the stone, more than 20 centimeters away from the previous position.
The grass stem had been pressed there for nearly a minute, but no smoke was rising. Han Cheng resisted the heat wave and took the grass stem back to check. The place where it came into contact with the stone was only slightly burnt.
It looks like it's still not burned through.
He took a few steps back, away from the scorching heat, and asked someone to drag in some more firewood, and continued to burn...
"Wow..."
"Kachacha..."
Han Cheng threw away the blackened grass stalks. After giving the order, those who gathered around the big stone carrying clay pots began to pour the water in the pots onto the big stone that had been burned for a long time.
When the cold water meets the heated stone, it boils in an instant. White smoke rises instantly, covering the whole area. This feeling is comparable to that of pouring water on the stone in the steam room of a bathhouse in later generations.
Watering is too irritating.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe, who had never encountered such a situation before, all became panicked, and some even screamed in panic.
Wu, who had been standing next to Han Cheng, grabbed Han Cheng and pulled him back.
Han Cheng didn't panic at all, but was filled with joy, because at the beginning, he heard the clicking sound mixed with the sound of water, which was the sound of breaking stones.
"Water! Water! Then pour water on it!"
After a brief period of excitement, he poked his head out from behind Wu and started shouting at the top of his lungs.
However, at this time, there was a vast white mist, and everyone was panicking. Except for Shang, who heard the cry of the Son of God, he fumbled for the water jug beside him and poured it in the direction of the stone in his memory. He didn't know who he splashed on.
, the rest of the people can't care about it.
Fortunately, the water vapor dissipated as quickly as it came. After no more water was poured on the stone, it dissipated quickly.
As the white mist dissipated, the panicked people gradually calmed down.
They looked at the Son of God, who had hurriedly appeased the witch and emerged from behind the witch, with a frightened look in their eyes.
It's not like they have never seen white fog before, but this is their first time encountering such a thick fog that rises instantly without any warning.
Moreover, along with the rising white mist, there were also various harsh sounds. It would be strange if they were not frightened.
"Quiet! Don't be afraid!"
Han Cheng looked at the two broken clay pots filled with water on the ground, then looked at the panicked people, and shouted.
The eldest brother and others couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when they saw that the youngest Son of God present looked calm, while the adults like them were panicking. Instead, they needed the Son of God to embolden them.
"It's open! It's open!"
Someone suddenly screamed in surprise with a high-pitched voice and pointed at the huge stone with one hand.
Only then did the others remember what they were doing. After hearing this, they all gathered around the big stone and looked at it.
Then he reacted, blocked the Son of God and the witch behind him, and quickly made way for them.
But unlike before, they looked at the Son of God with even more reverence.
These people have had a lot of dealings with rocks. In their opinion, large rocks cannot be shaken. But now, in less than half a day, the Son of God has removed this piece of stone from their view.
The stone that was completely impossible to move was cracked! How could they not respect it?
Many people couldn't help but look down at their hands, then at the earthen jars filled with water and the firewood soaked by the water on the ground, looking in disbelief.
They couldn't believe that they and others had actually accomplished this.
Han Cheng, together with Wu, who had a look of surprise in his eyes, came to the big stone to check. They saw seven or eight cracks on the big stone, dividing it into irregular blocks.
However, these cracks are not complete. If they were complete, the stone would be lying on the ground in pieces, instead of being like now, except for one or two small pieces falling off, the rest would still be together to form a whole.
This is probably because I didn't water enough when it was hot.
"Son of God! Son of God!"
Under the leadership of someone unknown, a burst of respectful yet excited voices calling for the Son of God rang out.
Fu Jiang, who didn't know what was going on, was also wagging his tail and jumping up and down while making up the numbers.
The sound came from far away, and several birds looking for food not far away were frightened and spread their wings and flew away in panic, for fear that this group of over-excited two-legged beasts would do something to them...
'boom!'
A stone peeled off from the big stone. Shang nimbly dodged to the side before the stone fell. He waited for a while and waited until the place stabilized and no other stones fell. Then he came over and piled a smaller stone on top.
He moved the stones away and picked up two wooden wedges that were thin at the bottom and thick at the top, more than half a meter in length.
Shang threw one of them aside, held the other one in his hand, and inserted the sharp end after burning it in the fire into another crack in the big stone.
He leaned to the side, and after making sure that the stone would not hurt him if it fell, he started to hit the top of the wooden wedge with a stone in his hand.
"Dong, dong, dong, wow..."
This crack was relatively large, and the stone was loose. Before a wooden wedge could be driven in, a large piece of stone peeled off from the much smaller stone.
