Chapter 215: Plant a Divine Child in Spring and Autumn…

Chapter 215: Plant a Divine Child in Spring and Autumn...

When the Divine Child walked away after burying these unburned firewood, showing no further interest, Shaman finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked Han Cheng about the purpose of this action.

At the same time, he was also pondering in his mind. Could it be that after planting them here, the next year would bring forth more firewood, just like the rapeseed?

Thinking about this, the eyes of this old primitive man, who had already experienced the tremendous benefits of agriculture, suddenly lit up.

If firewood could be grown like this, did it mean that burying rabbits in the ground would produce many more rabbits the following year?

Would burying deer in the ground result in many more deer the next year?

Burying people

Shaman became even more excited. This sudden flash of inspiration made him discover a great path for the tribe to become prosperous.

Unable to suppress the joy in his heart, he eagerly looked at the Divine Child, hoping to get confirmation from him.

Han Cheng found it strange in his heart. He didn't know what Shaman was thinking in showing such an expression.

There was nothing to hide about making charcoal. If charcoal could be produced, the entire tribe would benefit.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

He immediately explained his intention to Shaman and the various benefits of charcoal and admitted that he didn't know much about making charcoal and could only explore slowly.

In the past, whenever Shaman heard of something beneficial to the tribe, he would be very happy, but today was different.

After Han Cheng listed the various benefits of charcoal, Shaman not only didn't feel happy but showed an unmistakable disappointment.

His reaction puzzled Han Cheng. When did Shaman's vision become so high? Charcoal was such a good thing, but it failed to move him and even made him show a deep disappointment.

Who exactly was the one with broad vision and experience in the modern world?

"Divine Child, ccan't firewood be grown?"

In addition to disappointment, Shaman was unwilling to let go of the great path he had just thought of. After hesitating for a while, he asked Han Cheng.

"No."

Han Cheng found it strange that Shaman, who was usually quite wise, would ask such a question.

But it was strange, and he didn't think deeply about it. Of course, he didn't know about the bold idea Shaman had just had.

If he knew, he wouldn't be so calm. What if Shaman suddenly thought of planting a Divine Child and expecting to harvest many more Divine Childs when the time came

After burying the firewood, Han Cheng had these people go to the back mountain to transport the thatch harvested by Tie Tou and others.

Transporting the thatch back was also convenient. There was no need to carry the thatch bundles down the mountain and then take a detour to enter through the front gate of the tribe, which was too troublesome. They only needed to carry the thatch bundles in the direction closer to the tribe for a while, throw them at the edge, and the thatch bundles would bounce and roll down to the courtyard of the Green Sparrow tribe below.

The thatch bundles were tied very securely, and only a small part would be scattered when thrown while the rest remained intact.

After the thatch bundles were thrown down, someone in the courtyard would stack them up to the side where they didn't obstruct.

While others were handling these, the Lame didn't idle either. According to Han Cheng's instructions, he cut many half-meter-long branches from the tree branches left over from constructing the "wooden stick defense system" a few days ago.

The end of the sticks was also sharpened after being burned by fire.

The daytime in winter was short, and not much work was done before the sky darkened.

Sharpening sticks, arranging thatch, and similar tasks were not urgent, so Han Cheng instructed people not to work by the light of oil lamps.

However, the people of the Green Sparrow tribe were not idle either. After drinking soup, they returned to their rooms, sitting on the edges of the warm beds. By the light of the unsealed bed opening, they used various types of rope for spinning tops.

Rope was a highly consumed item in the Green Sparrow tribe, used in many aspects of daily life. From sewing socks and gloves to setting traps for catching prey, ropes were indispensable. The Divine Child had mentioned that the demand for thin ropes would increase significantly in a few days, so they needed to spin ropes tonight.

Generally, women took on this task more often. Many men in the tribe were willing to do labor-intensive tasks like compacting soil, digging pits, and tilling the land. Still, they found these meticulous, less tiring activities somewhat tedious.

In addition to disappointment, Shaman was unwilling to let go of the great path he had just thought of. After hesitating for a while, he asked Han Cheng.

"No."

Han Cheng found it strange that Shaman, who was usually quite wise, would ask such a question.

But it was strange, and he didn't think deeply about it. Of course, he didn't know about the bold idea Shaman had just had.

If he knew, he wouldn't be so calm. What if Shaman suddenly thought of planting a Divine Child and expecting to harvest many more Divine Childs when the time came

After burying the firewood, Han Cheng had these people go to the back mountain to transport the thatch harvested by Tie Tou and others.

Transporting the thatch back was also convenient. There was no need to carry the thatch bundles down the mountain and then take a detour to enter through the front gate of the tribe, which was too troublesome. They only needed to carry the thatch bundles in the direction closer to the tribe for a while, throw them at the edge, and the thatch bundles would bounce and roll down to the courtyard of the Green Sparrow tribe below.

The thatch bundles were tied very securely, and only a small part would be scattered when thrown while the rest remained intact.

After the thatch bundles were thrown down, someone in the courtyard would stack them up to the side where they didn't obstruct.

While others were handling these, the Lame didn't idle either. According to Han Cheng's instructions, he cut many half-meter-long branches from the tree branches left over from constructing the "wooden stick defense system" a few days ago.

The end of the sticks was also sharpened after being burned by fire.

The daytime in winter was short, and not much work was done before the sky darkened.

Sharpening sticks, arranging thatch, and similar tasks were not urgent, so Han Cheng instructed people not to work by the light of oil lamps.

However, the people of the Green Sparrow tribe were not idle either. After drinking soup, they returned to their rooms, sitting on the edges of the warm beds. By the light of the unsealed bed opening, they used various types of rope for spinning tops.

Rope was a highly consumed item in the Green Sparrow tribe, used in many aspects of daily life. From sewing socks and gloves to setting traps for catching prey, ropes were indispensable. The Divine Child had mentioned that the demand for thin ropes would increase significantly in a few days, so they needed to spin ropes tonight.

Generally, women took on this task more often. Many men in the tribe were willing to do labor-intensive tasks like compacting soil, digging pits, and tilling the land. Still, they found these meticulous, less tiring activities somewhat tedious.

The small spindle felt awkward in their hands.

Perhaps due to nature, women showed great patience for repetitive tasks like this, calmly spinning the threads and showing no signs of impatience.

Therefore, spinning ropes at night was mainly done by the tribe's women.

Of course, there were exceptions. For example, under Han Cheng's guidance, the "stone craftsman," who usually worked with stones, forcefully ground a bone into a bone needle.

Possibly due to personality, he appeared enthusiastic when doing tasks that most men were unwilling to do, and he spun ropes faster and with better quality than most women.

Han Cheng sat cross-legged on the warm, heated bed, listening to the sound of the wind moving the wooden doors and windows. He constantly calculated the charcoal-burning process.

Learning from the experience of making pottery, although he was eager to know the results, he didn't immediately dig open the sealed earth to check.

Let's wait. Wait until tomorrow to see the specific results. If it's feasible, expand the production scale according to this method. If not, think of another solution.

After some fruitless contemplation, Han Cheng had to console himself and quickly removed his clothes, slipping into the warm bedding to sleep.

That's life. There's always unfinished work and unsolved problems. If you worry about everything, life will be too exhausting. It's important to sleep when it's time to sleep and eat when it's time to eat. Taking care of one's physical and mental health is essential for facing challenges.

Shaman did not understand the true essence of life. He buried himself in a pile of fur, keeping his eyes open, looking at the room completely covered in darkness, unwilling to sleep.

He was still thinking about that idea that excited him just by thinking about it, trembling all over

The night wind shook the doors and windows, trying to come in, tearing apart the last bit of warmth, making the whole world shiver under its cover.

Unfortunately, both sides of the wooden door and the window were tightly wrapped with impenetrable fur, blocking its power. Despite roaring and tearing for most of the night, it couldn't destroy this small house built by human hands and finally had to give up.

The people who slept soundly on the warm bed, completely unaffected by the cold wind, slept deeply and peacefully

It wasn't too cold this winter.