The toothless witch gnawed the chicken wings slowly. The chicken wings grilled with charcoal did taste better than those grilled with ordinary firewood, but the improvement in taste was far less horrible than the taste that occurred after the appearance of salt.

Plus, he had been worried for the past two days, so he wasn't as happy and excited as before.

In today's life, even if charcoal is better than firewood, it is not much better.

This was one of the main reasons why the people in the tribe did not cheer as much as before after Han Cheng made charcoal.

Han Cheng didn't care either. He knew that this was a problem of perspective caused by the environment he lived in.

When iron ore or copper mine is found, the great value of charcoal will immediately become apparent.

When the time comes and we look back, we will all realize how far-sighted we were.

A certain shameless son of God thought so.

He was just about to throw the gnawed chicken wing to Fu Jiang when he suddenly remembered something and stopped himself.

Seeing the bone about to fly away, Fu Jiang couldn't help but feel anxious and looked at Han Cheng eagerly.

However, the owner, who used to feed it meaty bones whenever he ate meat, ignored its eager look this time and just threw the chicken wing bone into the charcoal brazier.

He also instructed the witch to throw the gnawed chicken wing bones into the charcoal brazier and never give them to Fu Jiang.

The reason he explained this was that he suddenly remembered something he heard when he was a child. It was said that a dog in a certain family was pregnant, but the family didn't want the puppies, so they stewed chicken and gave the chicken bones to the dog to chew.

After the female dog ate the chicken bones, the puppies in her stomach melted...

He had only heard this from others, and Han Cheng had no idea whether it was true or not. After thinking about it, he decided that it was better to believe it than not.

After Fu Jiang sneaked out and hung out for a few days, there was a high probability that he was pregnant. It was not obvious at this time, but Han Cheng could not help but pay attention.

It would be a real pity if chicken bones could really dissolve the puppy.

Han Cheng pulled Fu Jiang's ears, who was circling the brazier as if trying to get chicken bones from the fire, out and came to the river, where he began to fumble with how to burn charcoal.

The appearance of the charcoal gave him great confidence.

Flames rose above the earthen kiln, it was so hot that even the cold winter air dared not approach.

Considering that a lot of the wood was not burned thoroughly last time, this time he risked getting his hair and eyebrows burnt and approached the earthen kiln to check the burning of the firewood inside.

After seeing that most of the firewood was covered by flames, he asked Heiwa to seal the entire fire hole.

Han Cheng waited here for a while, and the flame in the earthen kiln gradually went out.

At this time, Lame came out from inside the wall.

He said that the sticks had been polished a lot and asked Han Cheng what he was going to do next.

Han Cheng looked at the earthen kiln where the fire had just gone out and knew that it could not be opened at this time. There was no point in waiting here, so he walked into the tribe with Heiwa and Bo.

I have to say that Bo, the carpenter, and Mu, the stonemason, work together very quickly.

One of them cut the wood into pieces while the other one ground it. They worked very well together.

Han Cheng asked Heiwa, Bo, and Mutou to bring a dozen sharpened wooden sticks, a rope-grass measuring tape, and a stone hammer with a wooden handle made in the same way as a stone axe for smashing things.

Several people climbed up the wooden ladder to the western wall, which was no longer low, and walked along the wall to the northernmost part where it was connected to the mountain wall.

The place where the Qingque tribe is located has a lot of rain in summer and autumn.

The wall was made of rammed earth, but Han Cheng was in a hurry to build the house, so he didn't pay any attention to the wall after it was completed.

Due to the lack of necessary rain protection measures, traces of wind and rain appeared on the top of the wall.

On some walls, shallow grooves were washed out by the rainwater flowing downstream.

According to the thickness of the wall, it should have no problem holding up for the next three to five years if left alone.

But this thing is of great use to the tribe, and the people of the Qingque tribe spent a lot of effort to make it. Han Cheng is certainly reluctant to let it fend for itself.

What he had asked everyone to do these days was to solve this problem.

He measured it for a while, and made a mark every 1.5 meters at the center of the top of the wall.

Then he used a stone hammer to nail the sharpened wooden stick he had brought with him down along the mark.

Because the fence is wide enough and the sticks are not too thick, hammering them into the center of the fence will not affect the fence's firmness.

When the wall was built, it was rammed hard. It was not easy to nail wooden sticks on it. It was much more difficult than nailing them on flat ground. Fortunately, Han Cheng instructed Mu Mu to make a stone hammer specifically for smashing things based on a stone axe, otherwise it would be even more difficult.

The wooden stick stopped after it had sunk to a depth of about ten centimeters. At this depth, the stick had been firmly wedged into the top of the wall.

Looking at this scene, Han Cheng was reminded of a rammed earth city built by a kingdom in the Western Regions that he had seen before.

It is said that after a section of the city wall was rammed, people would use iron nails to hammer into the wall. If the nail went in one inch, the person who rammed the wall would be chopped off; if the nail did not go in, the person who hammered the nail would be chopped off.

Han Cheng looked at the wooden sticks firmly wedged into the top of the wall and couldn't help but sniff. If he and others were to follow this perverted standard, they would all die!

After Bo had smashed in six wooden sticks in succession, Han Cheng asked Bo to stop temporarily, measured with a ruler for a while, and then asked Bo to go down and cut six wooden sticks of 70 cm in length and twelve wooden sticks of 55 cm in length.

Let the wood go down and help Lame.

Heiwa went downstairs and brought up a plate of twisted ropes and a thin stone knife.

Not long after, Bo and Mumu came up with cut sticks, and Heiwa also brought the rope and the stone knife.

The three of them looked at Han Cheng together, waiting for the next move of their Son of God.

They had already learned from the Son of God what he was going to do, which was to make something like a bamboo hat and put it on the wall to prevent the wall from getting wet by the rain.

Although they knew what the Son of God was going to do, they were not quite sure about the specific methods. Therefore, they all seemed to be looking forward to it, wanting to see how the Son of God would use these materials to build a hat for the wall.

Han Cheng did not keep them waiting for long. He immediately picked up a 70-centimeter-long stick from the low wall and placed it horizontally on the top of the wall, forming a right angle with the wooden stick that had just been nailed into the center of the wall.

Because the width of the wall is only 60 centimeters, the horizontal stick should be wider than the wall and about 5 centimeters longer at one end.

Han Cheng tied the stick firmly to the pillar nailed there with a rope, picked up a stone knife that looked like a stone chip and used it as a saw, pulling it back and forth a few times to cut off the excess rope.