Chapter 218: Dogs that can't eat bones and crazy earth walls
The Shaman, with fewer teeth, slowly gnawed on the chicken wings. The chicken wings cooked with charcoal tasted better than those cooked with ordinary firewood, but the improvement in taste was nowhere near the terrifying level it had reached when salt was first introduced.
Plus, he had been preoccupied with something these past two days, so he didn't feel the same joy and excitement as before.
Although charcoal was more efficient than firewood in their current life, it didn't make a significant difference.
One major reason the people in the tribe didn't cheer and celebrate like before when Han Cheng produced charcoal was their limited perspective due to their environment.
Han Cheng didn't mind. He knew it was due to the limitations of their living conditions.
When the time came to find iron or copper ore, the tremendous value of charcoal would become immediately apparent.
Looking back then, people would realize their foresight.
This was what the shameless "Divine Child" thought.
Just as he was about to throw the gnawed chicken wings to Fu Jiang, he suddenly remembered something and quickly stopped his motion.
Fu Jiang looked at the bone that had nearly reached his mouth flying away and couldn't help but feel anxious, looking at Han Cheng expectantly.
However, unlike when Fu Jiang's owner would always give him bones to gnaw on whenever they ate meat, this time, despite Fu Jiang's eager expression, Han Cheng forcefully threw the chicken wing bones into the charcoal brazier.
He even instructed the Shaman to throw the gnawed chicken wing bones into the charcoal brazier, never letting Fu Jiang have them.
This instruction was because he suddenly remembered something he had heard in his childhood. It was said that a certain family's dog got pregnant, and since the family didn't want the puppies, they stewed chicken bones and fed them to the dog.
After the mother dog ate the chicken bones, the puppies in her belly dissolved
This was hearsay, and Han Cheng wasn't sure if it was true. After thinking for a moment, he still felt it was better to believe it than to dismiss it.
Fu Jiang, that rascal, had been sneaking out and fooling around for a few days. There was a good chance she was pregnant now, although it wasn't evident yet. But Han Cheng had to be cautious.
If chicken bones really could dissolve puppies, it would be truly regrettable.
Han Cheng pulled Fu Jiang, who was circling the brazier, as if wanting to grab the chicken bones from the fire, and left, heading towards the riverbank, then began to search for burning charcoal.
After measuring for a while, he made a mark every 1.5 meters at the center of the top of the wall.
Then, Lame used a stone hammer to pound the sharpened wooden sticks brought up along these marks.
Because the wall was wide enough and the tree sticks were not too thick, driving these sticks into the center of the wall wouldn't affect the solidity of the wall.
When the wall was built, it was rammed forcefully, so it was difficult to drive wooden sticks into it. It was much more difficult than driving them into the ground. Fortunately, Han Cheng directed Mu Tou to create a stone hammer specifically for smashing things, imitating the method of a stone axe. Otherwise, it would have been even more difficult.
After the wooden sticks were driven into about ten centimeters, they stopped. At this depth, the wooden sticks were firmly wedged into the top of the wall.
Watching this scene, Han Cheng couldn't help but recall a story he had heard about constructing rammed-earth walls in the Western Kingdom.
It was said that after a section of the city wall was rammed, people were instructed to nail it into the wall. If the nail went in an inch, the person who rammed the earth would be killed; if the nail didn't, the person who nailed it would be killed.
Looking at the wooden sticks firmly wedged into the top of the wall, Han Cheng couldn't help but snort. If, according to such a bizarre standard, he and the others wouldn't have survived!
After Lame had driven in six wooden sticks in a row, Han Cheng instructed him to stop temporarily. He then took a ruler to measure for a while and asked Lame to cut six sticks that were 70 centimeters long and twelve sticks that were 55 centimeters long.
He asked Mu Tou to help Lame.
Hei Wa brought twisted ropes and a thin stone knife.
Before long, Lame and Mu Tou brought up the cut wooden sticks, and Hei Wa had already brought up the ropes and stone knife.
The three looked at Han Cheng together, waiting for their Divine Childs next move.
They had already learned from the Divine Child that he would make something like a hat and put it on top of the wall so that the wall wouldn't get wet from the rain.
Although they knew what the Divine Child would do, they didn't quite understand the specific method, so they all seemed a bit expectant, wanting to see how the Divine Child would use these materials to put a hat on the wall.
Han Cheng didn't let them wait long. He immediately picked up a stick 70 centimeters long from the low wall and placed it horizontally on top of the wall, next to the wooden stick that Lame had just nailed into place, forming a right angle.
Because the width of the wall was only 60 centimeters, this stick placed horizontally was wider than the wall, protruding about five centimeters on one side.
Han Cheng firmly tied this stick to the post with a rope and used a stone knife like a saw to cut off the excess rope.
