"More firewood."

Han Cheng looked at the stone and asked someone to continue adding firewood into it.

Then he looked at the size of the stone and the two jars of water placed not far away. He felt that the water was not enough, so he asked someone to go back and fetch water in pottery jars and bring it here.

The people who went back to fetch water didn't come yet, but Wu and the eldest senior brother came first.

After knowing what the Son of God was going to do, they couldn't help their curiosity and wanted to see with their own eyes how the Son of God would solve the problem of the stone.

So after discussing with the witch, they dropped their work, left some people to guard the tribe, and the rest came.

Han Cheng had no objection to this. There were very few activities in that era. Apart from couples hugging each other and humming songs at night, the only entertainment left was to do each other's hair.

Since everyone likes to watch what I have done, let them watch it. This is a rare opportunity for them to have fun.

Another five loads of water were carried over. Everyone looked at the Son of God expectantly, but Han Cheng did not take any other action. He just asked people to put the water aside and continued to add firewood under the stone.

Seeing that the huge pile of firewood he brought was almost burned, Han Cheng broke off a piece of dead grass from not far away, stretched out his arm and placed the more than one-meter-long grass stem against the stone.

Han Cheng was standing at the upper part of the stone, more than thirty centimeters away from the flames below.

The dry grass stems were pressed against the stone that seemed to have not changed at all. After a while, a thin green smoke rose.

Han Cheng took back the grass stem and looked at it in front of his eyes. It was already burnt black.

He broke off this point and probed again with the grass stem. This time, the point he touched was directly at the highest point of the stone, more than 20 centimeters away from the previous point.

The grass stem had been there for nearly a minute, and no smoke came out. Han Cheng endured the heat and pulled back the grass stem to check. The place where it touched the stone was only slightly burnt.

It seems that it has not been burned through.

He stepped back a few steps, away from the scorching heat, and asked someone to bring some firewood, and continued to burn...

“Wow…”

“Crack…”

Han Cheng threw away the blackened grass stems. After giving an order, the people who were surrounding the big stone with pottery jars started to pour the water in the jars onto the big stone that had been burning for a long time.

When the cold water met the heated rocks, it boiled in an instant. White smoke rose up instantly, covering the entire area. This feeling was much more stimulating than pouring water on the rocks in the steam rooms of bathhouses in later generations.

The people of the Qingque tribe, who had never encountered such a situation before, all became panicked, and some even shouted in panic.

Wu, who had been standing next to Han Cheng, groped and grabbed Han Cheng and pulled him behind him.

Han Cheng was not panicked at all, but was full of joy, because at the very beginning, he heard a crackling sound mixed in with the sound of water, which was the sound of stones breaking.

"Water! Water! Keep pouring water up!"

After a brief moment of excitement, he stuck his head out from behind the witch and started shouting at the top of his voice.

However, at this time, there was a vast expanse of white fog and everyone was in a panic. Except for Shang, who heard the Son of God shouting, groped to pick up the water jar beside him and poured it in the direction of the stone in his memory, not knowing who he had poured it on, the rest of the people didn't care.

Fortunately, the water vapor dissipated quickly as it came. After no more water was poured on the stone, it quickly dissipated.

As the white mist dissipated, the frightened crowd gradually calmed down.

They looked at the Son of God who had hurriedly calmed the witch and came out from behind the witch, with a look of fear in his eyes.

They had seen white fog before, but this was the first time they had encountered such a thick fog that suddenly appeared without any warning.

Moreover, along with the rising of white mist, all kinds of harsh noises were heard. It would be strange if they were not frightened.

"Be quiet! Do not be afraid!"

Han Cheng looked at the two broken pottery jars filled with water on the ground, then looked at the panicked crowd, and shouted.

The eldest brother and others saw that the youngest Son of God present had a calm face, while they, the adults, were terrified and needed the Son of God to give them courage. They couldn't help feeling ashamed.

“It’s open! It’s open!”

Someone suddenly shouted in surprise and pointed at the huge stone with one hand.

The others then remembered what they were doing, and upon hearing what was said, they all gathered around the big rock and looked at it.

Then he realized that he had left the Son of God and the witch behind him, and quickly made way for them.

But unlike before, this time they looked at the Son of God with even more reverence.

They had dealt with stones a lot, and in their minds, large stones were unmovable. But now, the Son of God had cracked this stone that they thought was impossible to move in less than half a day! How could they not admire him?

Many people couldn't help but look down at their hands, then at the earthenware jars filled with water and the firewood on the ground that was wet by the water, with a look of disbelief.

They couldn't believe that they could really do this.

Han Cheng and Wu, whose eyes flashed with suspicion, came to the big rock to check it out. They saw seven or eight cracks on the big rock, dividing it into irregular blocks.

However, these cracks are not thorough. If they were, the stone would have been broken into pieces and lying on the ground, instead of being a whole except for one or two small pieces falling off as it is now.

This is probably because I didn't water it enough while it was still hot.

"Son of God! Son of God!"

I don’t know who led the group, but a wave of respectful and excited voices calling out “Son of God” rang out here.

Fu Jiang, who didn't know what was going on, was also wagging his tail, jumping around and whining to join in the numbers.

The sound spread far away, and a few birds looking for food not far away were frightened and spread their wings and flew away in panic, fearing that these over-excited bipeds would do something to them...

'boom!'

A stone fell off the big stone. Shang had dodged to the side flexibly before the stone fell. He waited for a while, and only came over after the situation stabilized and no other stones fell. He moved a smaller stone on the pile and picked up two wooden wedges that were thin at the bottom and thick at the top and more than half a meter long.

Shang threw one of them aside, held the other one in his hand, and used the sharpened bottom end that had been burned in the fire to insert into another crack on the boulder.

He leaned to one side, and after making sure that the falling stone would not injure him, he began to hit the top of the wooden wedge with a stone in his hand.

"Boom, boom, boom, whoosh..."

The crack was quite large and the stone was loose, so before a wooden wedge could get in far enough, a large piece of stone fell off the much smaller stone.