I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 323: Mu Tou drilling a hole in a stone

Mu Tou was a patient and stubborn person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent his days persevering with stones and still enjoying it.

Although the task assigned by the Divine Child was daunting, he didn't flinch. After sitting there for a while contemplating, he grabbed a stone and began hammering it according to the circles drawn by Han Cheng on the stone strip.

No matter what, you still have to take action; sitting there daydreaming won't conjure a hole out of a stone.

"Clack, clack, clack..."

With each strike, the stone emitted a slightly pungent smell accompanied by flying stone chips. Gradually, shallow pits began to appear on the stone.

Han Cheng halted his Mu Tou.

It wasn't that the woodwork wasn't meticulous enough, but the pits chiseled out by this method were conical, wider on the outside, and narrower on the inside.

Even if he managed to create a hole in the stone, it wouldn't be suitable for fitting a handle.

Because of the weight and volume of the stone's hole, the handle couldn't be too thin; it had to be at least two and a half centimeters in diameter.

With Han Cheng's current method, even if he managed to create a hole two and a half centimeters in diameter on the stone, it would almost reach the edge of the stone...

Such a handle, used for plowing the ground, was destined to be as fragile as a bone shovel, breaking off from the wooden handle after only a few uses...

The best solution was to use a drill bit to drill a hole, resulting in a generally thicker hole.

Drilling holes in stone required a metal drill bit...

Just this one issue was enough to leave Han Cheng helpless.

Why bother making a stone handle if he could make a metal drill bit?

Directly forging one from steel would be much better.

Would they only be able to dig the earth piece by piece with a bone shovel in the future?

Han Cheng frowned.

Then he smiled helplessly, realizing that he had gotten into a situation with drilling holes after coming here.

Last time, it was with wood, and this time, it was with stone; what a coincidence.

Mu Tou also furrowed his brow.

This person, who had always been patient, now felt very lost.

Because he was the chief stonemason of the Green Sparrow tribe, he couldn't meet the Divine Child's demands regarding drilling a suitable hole in the stone.

As the second senior brother's condition improved day by day and Shaman’s mood relaxed, he once again had the mood to tease the Shaman's rabbit. Discovering Han Cheng's troubled state, he carried a rabbit he had trained obediently and approached, asking.

Han Cheng expressed his difficulties, and the Shaman felt very regretful after hearing them.

The bone shovel, which could dig and turn the soil, was already handy, in his opinion. Still, the Divine Child's mentioned handle was even more suitable for turning soil, especially on harder ground.

Knowing that there was such a tool that would greatly benefit the tribe but not being able to produce it was truly regrettable for someone like the Shaman, who always schemed for the benefit of the tribe when he had nothing else to do.

But as for drilling holes in stone, he couldn't help at all. The smartest Divine Child and Mu Tou, who dealt with stone the most, were both at a loss, let alone him.

Did drilling holes in stone have to be done with a metal drill bit?

How were the holes on stone tools made long, long ago?

Han Cheng, who had been pondering how to get some steel, realized that he seemed to have fallen into a misconception.

Was it ever stated that drilling holes in stone had to be done with a metal drill bit?

If not with a metal drill bit, then what material and method should be used?

"I've got it!"

Han Cheng, who couldn't sleep at night while holding Bai Xue, suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

It wasn't that Bai Xue had arrived; it was that he had found a way to drill holes in the stone.

Bai Xue, sleeping soundly, was awakened by Han Cheng's shout, asking groggily what had happened.

Han Cheng smiled and hugged her closer, saying it was nothing and telling her to go back to sleep.

Bai Xue, being embraced by Han Cheng, felt very reassured and soon fell asleep again.

Han Cheng didn't sleep. He would have gone out to implement his plan if it weren't midnight.

Unable to sleep at night and holding a young bride in his arms, Han Cheng's hands were naturally not idle.

Han Cheng was deeply impressed by his wisdom and foresight.

After changing her name to Bai Xue, the places where the young bride should have gained flesh finally began to fill out.

Although it wasn't much and still tender, at least it wasn't flat.

With the famous verse "The little lotus just shows its sharp tip, and already a dragonfly lands on it" by Yang Wanli echoing in his mind, Han Cheng drifted into dreams.

After dreaming all night, he couldn't remember the plot; he only remembered Snow White's proud weapons.

Quietly lifting the fur covering him, Han Cheng looked at Bai Xue beside him, still immersed in his dream. Immediately, he was brought back to reality...

The entire Green Sparrow tribe was in an uproar because, just a while ago, they were intelligent, wise, kind, and a series of other adjectives; Divine Child suddenly announced loudly that he wanted to use wood to drill holes in the stone.

After confirming from the Divine Child that Mu Tou and Shi Tou were real individuals of their Green Sparrow tribe, the crowd immediately boiled over.

Drilling holes in wood with hard stone could still be accepted, but now the Divine Child had turned things around, using wood to drill holes in stone. This was genuinely unimaginable!

Some people, fearing their speculation was wrong, deliberately found wooden sticks to drill on the stone. After half a day, apart from their palms turning red from rubbing, they gained no harvest.

Some people replaced the drill bit with a pure wooden drill handle and began drilling on the stone, with the same result.

The stone remained intact, but the wooden drill handle was significantly worn down.

After these two experiments, people became even more curious and puzzled and found the Divine Child's wisdom even more unfathomable.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the incredibly hyped Han, with a confident smile, came to the stone chiseled by Mu Tou.

In his hand, he carried a pouch made of animal skin.

All eyes were fixed firmly on this pouch, expecting their Divine Child to take out an awe-inspiring tool from it.

The pouch was opened, and under everyone's unwavering gaze, Han Cheng took out a tool from it.

After seeing this tool, the highly expectant crowd almost stumbled.

They looked at each other in disbelief.

This... isn't this a hand drill? Their people had already verified that it couldn't drill into the stone.

How did the Divine Child take it out?

This... this...

Was the Divine Child going to use a hand drill to drill holes?

Yes, Han Cheng indeed intended to use this tool in his hand to drill holes.

Suddenly wanting to show off a bit in the tribe, Han Cheng was very satisfied with the reaction of the crowd.

He squatted there, adjusted the hand drill behind him, and began work.