The water in the clay pot was boiling, but because there were no "ears" on the pot, it was a bit difficult to move the pot away from the fire.

Han Cheng found two bunches of dry grass to pad it and then moved it away from the simple stove on the fire.

Han Cheng took out his bowl, scooped some water from the jar, washed the bowl again, and then couldn't wait to pour the boiling water in the jar into a bowl.

Then he held it in both hands, brought it to his mouth and blew hot air gently. After a while, he took a sip, and the hot water, which was somewhat burnt, entered his mouth. It had no taste, but Han Cheng felt as if he had eaten something delicious.

He kept the water in his mouth for a while, savoring it, and then swallowed it.

A warmth went from his mouth to his stomach, and the comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, making Han Cheng almost moan.

The group of primitive people, big and small, who were watching on the side, couldn't help but drool when they saw Han Cheng's expression of enjoyment.

You know, the Son of God is a person who doesn’t even like delicious barbecue, but now he shows such an expression, which shows how delicious this steaming water is!

After drinking a bowl of hot water, Han Cheng felt warm all over, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then he saw a group of people around him drooling and staring at him and the hot water in the pottery jar.

I couldn't help but smile.

He tilted the clay pot and poured another bowl, which was for the witch.

Just now, I suddenly saw the boiling water I had been longing for, and for a moment I just wanted to drink a bowl of it, and I forgot about the witch.

"Drink it, be careful it's hot."

Han Cheng basically speaks Mandarin now. Only when he encounters something that is difficult to explain or they have not yet learned it, will he use the language of the tribe to explain it with both spoken and gestures.

Up to now, not only him, but also the children in the tribe who learn from him mainly speak Mandarin. After all, they are very adaptable.

The adults in the tribe don't use Mandarin very often. Firstly, they often go out hunting and cannot study with peace of mind like the children. Secondly, they have long been accustomed to communicating in the language and way of the tribe.

Han Cheng was not in a hurry about this. Learning a language is not a one-day job, it takes time and effort. As long as he was there, he would be able to teach them to speak Mandarin sooner or later.

It’s not that Han Cheng has mysterious confidence, but because the tribal language is too underdeveloped and there are too many places that need to be supplemented with Mandarin.

They remembered these new additions better because there were no corresponding places in the tribe before and there was no interference from the tribal language.

Han Cheng held the bowl in both hands and walked carefully into the inner cave. He wanted to give the bowl of boiling water to the witch.

These little primitive people, who had already drooled all over the floor, immediately became excited after Han Cheng spoke.

However, they did not rush in to grab things, but followed a certain order.

The first person to drink the hot water was not these little primitive people, but Lame.

After the rest of the adult male primitives and most of the female primitives went out hunting, he was the one with the highest status left in the cave, except for Wu and Han Cheng.

He took out a clay pot that was broken in two thirds, and imitated Han Cheng, tilting the pot and pouring some hot water into it.

This broken pottery jar was broken when the kiln was opened. However, for the people in the tribe who saw pottery for the first time, the broken pottery is also worth having.

Lame took the broken pottery shard and put it to his mouth, imitating Han Cheng's behavior. Under the envious gazes of everyone, he took a sip.

"puff!"

The hot water scalded his tongue and he spat out all the hot water he had just drunk.

This made the people around him somewhat dissatisfied with him.

Food is extremely important to everyone in the tribe, even more important than clothing.

The Son of God looked very happy while drinking it, which means it must be delicious. It's really outrageous that you spit out such a delicious thing.

Bo knew that his behavior was inappropriate, but the water was simply too hot!

He took a deep breath and it took him a while to recover.

This time he learned his lesson and didn't dare to drink it in big gulps. Instead, he carefully sucked a little into his mouth.

Somewhat warm.

But it was just a little warm, not very delicious? Why did the Son of God enjoy drinking it so much?

My head is full of doubts.

He took another sip and tasted it carefully, but the result was the same. Apart from being a little hot, there was nothing special about it.

The rest of the people were given water one after another. After drinking it impatiently, they were all like Lame, with full of doubts in their minds.

Everyone looked at each other, and everyone had a black question mark on their face.

Was it that he and others made a mistake, or was it that the Son of God's taste was too different from that of ordinary people?

The delicious barbecue didn't taste good, but I enjoyed drinking the tasteless hot water...

Wu was very busy. After presiding over the sacrificial ceremony to celebrate the emergence of pottery, he hid in the inner cave and continued his writing and creation.

He wanted to record every detail of the new "pottery", including every step in the production process.

It would be a shame not to record such good things that are beneficial to the tribe and pass them on to future generations!

Wu's current writing is very interesting. It is no longer the simple pictographic writing of the past, but a combination of pictographic writing and Chinese characters.

If you read it in the order in which he wrote it, you will find a very interesting phenomenon.

That is, the later the record is written, the more Chinese characters are mixed in it. Up to now, Chinese characters almost occupy half of the text written by Wu!

Han Cheng believes that with the passage of time, the proportion of Chinese characters in witch records will become larger and larger.

Wu is very busy now. He finds that he has become more and more busy since the appearance of the Son of God.

In the past, it took him a long time to record something, but since the appearance of the Son of God, he has been recording things more and more frequently.

From the arrival of the Son of God at the beginning, to breaking the ice to catch fish, to the making of gloves and socks, and to the current pottery making.

Every one of them is a good thing, and he doesn't want to give up any of them. He needs to record them all and pass them down to future generations.

So, Wu began his journey of pain and happiness.

Sometimes he would be full of gratitude and think that it was fortunate that Professor Son of God had given him a simpler and more complete divine language and writing, otherwise his own recording would have been even more difficult.

Not to mention anything else, just creating new words is enough to make your hair fall out.

"Son of God."

Wu saw Han Cheng coming in and called out first.

When he saw the bowl in Han Cheng's hand, he was a little confused. It was not time to eat, so why did the Son of God come in with a bowl?