Chapter 121: artificial respiration and Bone sucking Manic
The tribe had already started preparing food, and Han Cheng scooped up some charcoal from the burning fire with a broken clay pot.
After some thought, he asked Lame, who had come over, to bring some dry branches and join him.
Arriving at the tree trunk where holes were drilled yesterday, he placed the charcoal from the pottery piece on the ground and used the dry branches brought by Lame to create a fire.
After the flames burned for a while, he used two wooden sticks to pick up a properly sized charcoal and placed it in the hole he had drilled in the tree trunk yesterday.
Once the charcoal left the fire pit, the flames immediately shrank, emitting a greenish smoke and giving the illusion of imminent extinction.
Having dealt with fire frequently over the past year, Han Cheng wouldn't let it die out like this. He took a deep breath, puckered his lips, and started giving artificial respiration to the piece of charcoal in the wooden hole.
Of course, not the mouth-to-mouth kind; otherwise, Han Cheng's lips would be ready to eat like sausages after a series of actions.
"Hoo."
Han Cheng squatted down, bowed his head, and blew the ethereal breath towards the charcoal in the wooden hole.
The charcoal, already turning black, received Han Cheng's divine breath, and many areas immediately turned red, regaining vitality.
It seemed that artificial respiration was indeed an essential skill for daily life. It could not only be used to save drowning girls but also successfully rescue dying embers.
Revived by Han Cheng's divine breath, the charcoal began to glow and radiate heat.
Its emotions were so intense that the wooden sticks beside it began to burst out fiery emotions.
Han Cheng was tearful watching the mortise gradually deepen and expand under the burning charcoal.
He had to cry. Damn, this stubborn tree trunk was too smoky, and it stung his eyes so much that he could hardly keep them open.
Han Cheng paused the artificial respiration on the charcoal that had already diminished significantly to prevent himself from tearing up before even creating a single mortise.
He stood up, looked around, and tried to find something suitable to use as a blowtorch.
Unfortunately, he didn't find anything suitable.
If there were bamboo here, it would be great. Just punch through the bamboo joints. It would be an excellent blowtorch.
The Divine Child was hungry.
Hungry enough to nibble on an old bone rod.
This was all his fault. If he hadn't been so absorbed in his activities last night and woke up late this morning, causing the cooking to be delayed, the Divine Child wouldn't have been hungry enough to eat this old bone rod.
Therefore, as soon as the salty fish soup was ready, the Eldest Senior Brother quickly ladled a thick bowl and hurriedly brought it to the starving Divine Child.
"Soup isn't delicious."
Han Cheng blinked in confusion, glancing at the Eldest Senior Brother, who seemed somewhat nervous and self-blaming, and at the bone rod pressed against his mouth. Suddenly, he understood.
Han Cheng sniffled. Did he look like someone so hungry that he couldn't resist an old bone rod?
"This, for blowing fire, not for eating."
Han Cheng quickly explained to avoid getting labeled as a bone-sucking maniac and to relieve the Eldest Senior Brother's guilt after understanding what was happening.
Looking at the Eldest Senior Brother's eager eyes fixed on the bone rod, Han Cheng felt it wouldn't be easy to shake off this label in the disciple's eyes.
With the vastness of the sky and earth, eating was the most critical thing. Whether he was a bone maniac or not, Han Cheng decided to fill his stomach first before worrying about anything else.
Han Cheng washed his hands, grabbed the bowl, and began to eat heartily.
Not far away, the Eldest Senior Brother, holding a bowl of food, ate while occasionally stealing glances at the Divine Child.
He had just tried to take away the bone rod because he was worried that the Divine Child might put it in his mouth again.
"Hoo."
Han Cheng puffed up his cheeks and continued blowing fire.
The blowtorch made from the bone rod was quite handy. It increased the distance between Han Cheng and the burning charcoal, preventing him from suffering the torment of smoke. Moreover, the blown air had a greater force due to the smaller hole in the bone rod. This made it more conducive to the combustion of the charcoal and saved effort compared to blowing directly with the mouth.
As the charcoal continued to glow and emit heat, the mortise on the tree trunk became larger and deeper faster than when using a stone chisel.
However, a new problem arose. The areas that had already been burned continued to combust. At this rate, by the time Han Cheng achieved the desired depth, the mortise would be destroyed.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
