Chapter 214: The Unreliable burning of charcoal

Chapter 214: The Unreliable burning of charcoal

Hei Wa and the others followed eagerly, not knowing what the Divine Child wanted to do, but because, in such situations, the Divine Child could always perform miracles.

The winter here was colder than where Han Cheng lived in his later life. Although the sun had risen, the temperature hadn't risen much yet. As they walked out of the Blue Sparrow Tribe, their breaths turned into white clouds, like monsters swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

Han Cheng instructed someone to dig a rectangular pit here using a bone shovel.

The pit didn't need to be too deep. About twenty centimeters would do.

Despite the cold weather, the ground hadn't frozen much due to the lack of rain or snow during this period. Digging with a bone shovel was still possible, albeit chilly on the hands.

Physical activity warmed them up, and after digging a shallow pit over a meter long and half a meter wide, the people involved were already sweating.

Everyone speculated about the Divine Childs purpose in digging this pit.

Was he going to set up another line of defense here?

It seemed very likely because it wasn't too far from the defensive line made of stakes, thorns, and vines.

However, this idea quickly disappeared because the pit was too narrow. With just a little effort, one could easily cross it. It wouldn't serve much purpose in blocking the enemy.

After the pit was dug, Han Cheng was about to proceed to the next step when he heard someone from the tribe shouting for food.

In times like this, eating was the most important thing. This was the creed of food lovers, especially in such cold weather. Having a bowl of hot soup was incredibly comforting.

Han Cheng immediately stopped what he was doing and returned to the tribe with everyone to eat.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Having dealt with a batch of rabbits in the morning, rabbits naturally became the main dish for lunch.

After drinking a steaming rabbit soup, all the cold was dispelled, and they felt warm. Holding a golden-roasted rabbit leg and slowly tearing and chewing it was incredibly satisfying.

After lunch, Han Cheng used a pottery jar to carry half of the remaining charcoal from cooking. He led the people out of the cave, which was used as a storage room and dining hall, towards the outside of the tribe.

More people followed this time. In addition to Hei Wa and the others who had dug the pit in the morning, Shaman, who had satisfied his rabbit craving, and the children who were not afraid of the cold.

The process was the same as with the grooved rope.

However, there were many inconveniences to this method. When untying, the rope was prone to getting stuck, and after numerous pulls, the loop would break.

Always breaking the rope, Tie Tou was quite distressed. Initially, to prevent the rope from breaking, he didn't dare to use much force when tying things up.

The result was even more troublesome. If the grass and other things weren't tied securely, it was very uncomfortable to transport them. Sometimes, they wouldn't be able to walk far before the bundle of grass would loosen, and the grass would slide off

Han Cheng didn't pay attention at first, and it wasn't until two or three days later that he realized something was wrong. Tie Tou had returned from cutting grass with high spirits in the past, and the grass bundles were neatly tied. Now, it was as if someone else had done it.

After inquiring about the reason and knowing the whole story, the rope with the hook was born.

The hook was not afraid of the rope wearing out; the more it wore, the stronger and even smoother it became.

After Han Cheng solved this problem, Tie Tou's enthusiasm for cutting grass was once again aroused

While Tie Tou was tying thatch, Han Cheng also directed people to use a bone shovel to fill the hole dug out in the morning with soil from the pile at the pit's edge.

Inside the pit was a pile of burning firewood.

The people had no idea what the purpose of the Divine Child burying the fire with soil was. Lighting a fire in the wilderness was one thing, but burying a perfectly good fire with soil?

With this, wouldn't all the fires be extinguished?

While the people were puzzled, their hands didn't stop moving. Shoveling soil one shovel at a time, they covered the burning fire with soil. The fire, which was burning brightly, was hit by this sudden attack and was quickly extinguished, not even struggling before it was buried alive.

After it was buried, Han Cheng, still unsatisfied, had people jump on top to compact the soil further.

It was almost as if they were burying the army of General Dan Xiongxin by the command of Niu Jin, then leading three thousand iron riders to trample it half the night.

Even now, the people still couldn't figure out what the shaman wanted to do, and the Shaman had been pondering for a long time, but he still couldn't understand the Divine Childs intentions.

Of course, they couldn't figure it out because even Han Cheng, the initiator, had no idea if the seemingly unreliable method could produce charcoal.