Yang Cheng worked hard and frantically turned the small log in the pit.
As Yang Cheng turned, a lot of falling wood powder appeared at the friction point between the two pieces of wood.
As Yang Cheng continued to turn hard, the wood powder began to gradually turn black.
However, drilling wood to start a fire is easier said than done.
It has been several minutes since the wood powder turned black, but there was still no fire.
The surrounding tribesmen gradually became a little suspicious as they watched Yang Cheng's continuous drilling of wood.
Can it really start a fire just by turning the wood like this?
This has been going on for a long time, but there is still no fire?
Although the tribesmen respected Yang Chengwu's identity, they did not reveal it.
But Yang Cheng could definitely feel that the atmosphere around him was becoming anxious.
"I'm a witch!" Yang Cheng was also anxious in his heart. "If we can't make people angry, it's up to us whether we can lead the tribesmen in the future. The big words we just said will lead to the death of the society!"
Yang Cheng thought to himself, and used more force on his hands, speeding up his movements.
As the friction became faster and faster, a slight smoke began to slowly float out.
Seeing this situation, Yang Cheng felt happy.
He once again increased the intensity of the rotation of his hands.
There was also more and more smoke.
finally!
On the small pit, a little flame appeared.
"call--"
Yang Cheng hurriedly put down the wooden stick in his hand, leaned down, and blew gently into the pit.
He didn't dare to blow hard for fear of blowing out the tiny flame.
After blowing for a while, I saw that the flames were getting bigger.
Yang Cheng grabbed a few more hays on the ground, placed them on the wooden pit, and blew air upward from the bottom.
As the fire continued to burn, a thick plume of smoke rose from the wood.
Immediately afterwards.
"boom!"
An orange-red flame burned violently and appeared in front of everyone!
Seeing the flames really coming out from under Yang Cheng's hands.
The onlookers from the tribe were quiet for a moment, and then broke into a burst of enthusiastic cheers in vain!
"Wow, what a fire!"
"Great, there is a fire, we can eat cooked meat!"
"Witchcraft, this is definitely witchcraft!"
"That's awesome, Wu!"
…
Everyone cheered and celebrated, and finally shouted in unison:
"witch!"
"witch!"
"witch!"
…
Yang Cheng did not immediately respond to the cheers of the crowd.
Seeing the small flames igniting, Yang Cheng quickly pulled some small pieces of wood and placed the twigs in the small pit of dry pine wood.
Waiting for the flame to gradually grow bigger as it burns.
Yang Cheng started throwing larger pieces of wood into the flames again.
In the end, what was originally just a tiny flame turned into a flame as tall as half a person.
At this time, Yang Chengcai stopped throwing wood into the flames.
Turn around.
Yang Cheng waved his hand towards the tribe members who were cheering and celebrating.
Everyone in the tribe suddenly became quiet, all eyes fixed on Yang Cheng.
Their tails were swaying, their ears were raised high, and everyone had an eager expression on their face.
"Okay, everyone can eat now!" Yang Cheng waved his hand vigorously.
"oh!"
As Yang Cheng's words fell, the tribesmen burst into cheers again, looking at Yang Cheng with a lot of fanaticism.
After cheering for a while.
Yang Cheng arranged for Yan Lin and Xing, whose faces were flushed with excitement, to light a few more fires.
One fire is not enough for so many people to barbecue.
While everyone was busy, Mu Qing walked over, with enthusiasm and excitement in his eyes, and excitedly said to Yang Cheng:
"Witch, you are so powerful! You just accepted the inheritance of witches and learned witchcraft!"
Yang Cheng smiled and said: "Mu Qing, didn't I tell you just now? This is not witchcraft."
"It's not witchcraft?" Mu Qing shook his head without hesitation: "If it's not witchcraft, what is it? I've never seen anyone who can create fire with their hands."
Why is this guy so stubborn?
Yang Cheng felt helpless and said: "This is really not witchcraft. This is called drilling wood to make fire. Everyone can learn it."
"Everyone can learn?"
At this time, Yan Lin ran back and happened to hear this. Her eyes lit up and she asked: "Then can I learn it too?"
Yang Cheng looked at Yan Lin with a smile, and couldn't help but put his hand on her head again, touching her two soft ears.
Yan Lin suddenly felt a pair of warm hands touching her head. It felt so comfortable and warm. She really wanted to lie down, roll on the ground, and then...then expose her belly again...
Yan Lin thought this in her heart, but felt that it would be too shameful to show it in front of everyone.
Instinctively, he wanted to push Yang Cheng's hand away with his hand. He glanced and saw Xing Zheng looking at him with envy not far away.
So Yan Lin let Yang Cheng stroke her head and fiddle with her ears, facing Xing with a proud expression.
Xing let out an angry "hum" and did not look at Yan Lin's proud expression.
He turned around but touched the rhinoceros horn on his forehead.
It seems that my rhino horns are not as soft as Yan Lin’s ears?
Will he like it?
Yang Cheng didn't notice the little fight between Yan Lin and Xing.
He nodded and said: "Anyone can learn it, it just takes some time to learn and master the skills of making fire."
Mu Qing was shaken when he heard Yang Cheng's firm tone.
Isn’t it really witchcraft?
That's right. I haven't given the witch's things to the new witch yet, so naturally it can't be witchcraft.
"How do you learn this?" Yan Lin heard that everyone could learn it and asked quickly.
Yang Cheng pointed to the fire, where someone was already grilling meat, and the aroma wafted out, "Eat first, and then I'll teach you after you finish the meal."
Reminded by Yang Chengyi, Mu Qing and Yan Lin both smelled the aroma of barbecue.
My stomach growled involuntarily.
Yan Lin's face turned red and she ran directly to barbecue.
Mu Qing took an animal skin bag and handed it to Yang Cheng, saying, "Wu, this is something left by the previous witch. He asked me to give it to you."
Yang Cheng took it and opened the animal skin bag to take a look.
There was an animal skin inside, as well as a bone knife and several wooden sign-like things.
Yang Cheng took out the animal skin, took a look at it, and let out a light sigh.
Several lines of text were recorded on the animal skin. The text was the tadpole font that Yang Cheng had seen in that white space.
Below the text, there are several patterns drawn.
Yang Chengcheng wanted to continue reading.
At this time, Yuki ran over, holding meat from an unknown animal that was thicker than her arm.
"Wu, you eat."
Xing's eyes flickered, his tail waggled, and he looked at Yang Cheng expectantly.
Yang Cheng had no choice but to put the animal skin back into the animal skin bag, took the meat, and said, "Thank you."
Then he instinctively reached out and touched Xing's head.
Her eyes lit up and she hurriedly lowered her head to give Yang Cheng a more comfortable angle.
However, Yang Cheng reached halfway and reacted. He looked at the hard rhinoceros horn and hesitated.
Finally, he put his hand on Xing's head.
Yuki felt the comfortable and warm hands touching his head, but at the same time he felt disappointed.
Sure enough, Wu seemed to dislike his own horn.
However, not far away, he saw Yan Lin standing there holding a piece of meat in his hand, with an angry look on his face.
The corners of Xing's mouth curled up, and his depressed mood suddenly disappeared.
