The water in the clay pot boiled, but because there were no ears on the pot, it was a little difficult to remove the pot from the fire.
Han Cheng found two handfuls of dead grass to cushion, and then removed it from the simple stove on the fire.
Han Cheng took out his bowl, scooped out some water from the jar, washed the bowl again, and then eagerly poured a bowl of boiling water from the jar.
Then he held it with both hands, brought it to his mouth, and blew the hot air gently. After a while, he took a sip, and some hot water from the burner entered his mouth. It had no taste, but Han Cheng seemed to have tasted something delicious.
generally.
He held the water in his mouth for a while, savored it, and then swallowed it.
A warmth spread from his mouth to his stomach, and a comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, making Han Cheng almost groan.
The crowd of primitive people onlookers, big and small, couldn't help but salivate when they saw Han Cheng's expression of enjoyment.
You know, Shenzi doesn't even like delicious barbecue, but now he shows such a look, which shows how delicious this steaming water is!
After drinking a bowl of hot water, Han Cheng felt warm all over his body, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.
He let out a sigh of relief, and then he saw a group of drooling people around him looking eagerly at him and the hot water in the clay pot.
Can't help but smile.
He pushed the pot aside and poured another bowl, which was for the witch.
Just now, I suddenly saw the boiling water that I had been thinking about. For a moment, I just wanted to drink a bowl of it first, but I forgot about the witch.
"You drink, be careful not to burn it."
Han Cheng basically speaks Mandarin now. Only when he encounters some explanations that are difficult to explain or that they haven't learned yet, he will use the language of the tribe and explain with gestures.
Now, not only him, but the children in the tribe who follow him also speak mainly Mandarin. After all, they are highly malleable.
The adults in the tribe don't use Mandarin much. Firstly, they often go out to hunt. Unlike these children, they can study with peace of mind. Secondly, they are already accustomed to communicating in the tribe's language and methods.
Han Cheng is not worried about this. Language learning is not a day's work, it is a terrazzo effort. As long as he is here, sooner or later he will teach them to speak Mandarin.
This is not because Han Cheng is obsessed with confidence, but because the tribal language is too underdeveloped and there are too many places that need to be supplemented by Mandarin.
Because these newly added things had no corresponding place in the tribe before, they would remember them more firmly without the interference of tribal language.
Han Cheng carefully walked towards the inner cave holding the bowl in both hands. He wanted to give the bowl of boiling water to the witch to drink.
These little primitive people, who had been drooling all over the floor while watching, immediately became excited after Han Cheng spoke.
However, they did not rush to grab the goods, but followed a certain order.
The first ones to drink hot water were not these little primitive people, but Lame.
After the rest of the adult male primitives and most of the female primitives went out to hunt, apart from Wu and Han Cheng, he was the one with the highest status left in the cave.
He brought a clay pot that was two-thirds broken, followed Han Cheng's example, tilted the pot, and poured some hot water in.
This broken pottery pot was broken when the kiln was opened before, but to the people of the tribe who saw pottery for the first time, the broken pottery was still worthy of possession.
Lai took the piece of broken pottery, put it to his mouth like Han Cheng, and took a sip while everyone looked at him with envy.
"puff!"
His tongue was scalded by the hot water, and all the hot water he just drank spurted out.
This made the people on the side a little dissatisfied with him.
Food is extremely important to everyone in the tribe, even more than clothing.
Shenzi's face was full of enjoyment when he drank it, which means that this thing must be delicious. It is really outrageous that you spit out a mouthful of such a delicious thing.
Lame also knew that his behavior was inappropriate, but the water was really too hot!
He was breathing in the cold air, and it took him a while to regain his strength.
This time he learned the lesson and didn't dare to take a big sip, but carefully sucked a little into his mouth.
Somewhat warm.
But it's just a little warm, not very delicious? Why does the Son of God enjoy it so much when drinking it?
A mind full of doubts.
He took another sip and tasted it carefully, but the result was still the same. Apart from being a little hot, there was nothing special about it.
The rest of the people were given water one after another, and after impatiently drinking it, they were all lame and filled with doubts.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you, they all have black question mark faces.
Did he and others make a mistake, or was the taste of the Son of God too different from ordinary people?
The delicious barbecue is not delicious, but I drink the tasteless hot water with a look of enjoyment...
The shaman was very busy. After presiding over the sacrificial ceremony to celebrate the appearance of pottery, he hid in the inner cave and continued his writing and creation.
He wanted to record the new "pottery" in detail, including every step in the production.
It would be a pity not to record such good things that are beneficial to the tribe and pass them on to future generations!
Wu's current writing is very interesting. It is no longer the simple picture text of the past, but the picture text and Chinese characters go hand in hand.
If you look at the order of his writing, you will find a very interesting phenomenon.
That is, the later the record is written, the more Chinese characters are mixed in it. Now, in a piece of text written by Wu Shu, Chinese characters account for almost half!
Han Cheng believes that with the development of time, the proportion of Chinese characters in witchcraft records will become larger and larger.
Wu is very busy now. He found that he has become busier and busier since the appearance of the Son of God.
In the past, it would take a long time for him to record something. But since the Son of God appeared, the number of times he recorded things has become more and more frequent.
From the arrival of the Son of God at the beginning, to breaking the ice to collect fish, to making gloves and socks, and now pottery.
Everything is a good thing, and he doesn't want to give up everything. He needs to record them and pass them on to future generations.
Thus, the witch began a journey of pain and joy.
Sometimes he would even think happily that fortunately Professor Shenzi had given him a simpler and more complete divine language and writing, otherwise his records would have been even more difficult.
Not to mention the rest, just creating new vocabulary is enough to make you lose your hair.
"Son of God."
Wu saw Han Cheng coming in and shouted first.
When he saw the bowl in Han Cheng's hand, he was a little confused. It was not the time to eat. Why did the Son of God come in with a bowl and sit down?
