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"Angel, the fish...is ready..."
Eating the somewhat bland grilled fish, Song Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, primitive people are still easy to deceive, and even lighting a fire can make such a big fuss.
After nibbling the fish in his hand, Song Xuan wiped his mouth with some unfinished content. After all, it was a last-minute idea of a few people. There were not many fish caught, and Song Xuan only had this small one.
The roasted piece was a special treat from the Great Divine Envoy Song, and the rest was used to make soup. Looking at the pottery pot that was gradually boiling, Song Xuan also looked forward to it like everyone else.
The pottery pot and the salt being put there were both obtained by Teng Snake from the Wuyu tribe. Wu Yu was the tribe that was at war with Teng Snake. They controlled a salt lake and could use salt to exchange a large amount of supplies from the surrounding tribes.
This last little clay pot of salt will be gone after eating it.
"You can't have too little salt. You still have to find a way to get it done in the future."
Thinking of this, Song Xuan wrote down the salt in the little notebook in his heart.
Even if water is added repeatedly, the fish soup that is finally distributed to each person is only more than half a bowl.
Holding the tribe's only pottery bowl, which was still missing a mouth, Song Xuan took a sip of the fish soup. Although it was only seasoned with salt, the taste was quite delicious.
When Song Xuan was about to enjoy the meal, several children who had finished the soup in a few mouthfuls without caring about boiling it licked the bottom of the bowl and looked at Song Xuan:
"The angel...is hungry..."
After making the fire, Song Xuan clearly felt that everyone's dependence on him had increased. Looking at the miserable children in front of him, Song Xuan pursed his lips, and finally just rubbed them lightly. head.
Distributing the soup in his bowl to the children around him, rejecting everyone's idea of sharing the food, and looking at the mountains and rivers not far away, Song Xuan fell into deep thought.
Feeling Song Xuan's melancholy, the originally lively tribe also became quiet.
After a simple breakfast, everyone began their respective tasks.
Shi Meng led the remaining hunting team out for hunting. There were many tracks of wild beasts around. For the safety of the tribe, he still had to take risks to drive them away.
Wild beasts must be hunted at any time, and it is impossible not to hunt them.
"God's envoy, God's envoy, then we...are hunting..."
"good!"
This was something that had been discussed before. At this time, Song Xuan was a little absent-minded, thinking only about how to make food. In terms of life, Song Xuan's philosophy still stayed on men farming and women weaving, but here, obviously no one can do it. No.
Song Xuan had never seen the familiar rice and wheat, let alone planted them. After eating rice and wheat for more than ten days, Song Xuan wanted to really help everyone.
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The women were collecting some wild fruits from the surroundings, but as late autumn approached, there were not many left on the trees, but rhizomes like kudzu were in harvest time.
Kudzu root tastes very good, and the sufficient starch is perfect for satisfying hunger, but it is really difficult to dig, and once you dig the Kudzu root, most of your work will be in vain.
Therefore, it is difficult to have a big harvest, but mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. If they survive a busy period, they can barely fill their stomachs, but if they want to store enough food for the winter, it is far from enough.
The remaining children, led by two older primitives, helped clean up the cave. This place was no different than before, and the surroundings were full of risks. It was safer for the children to stay in the tribe.
There is not much work in the tribe. A dozen children help and have fun. The river not far away is their favorite place.
The creek that was more than ten meters wide was far from comparable to the previous creek. After 'roiling' in the water for a moment, an unexpected discovery changed their goal:
"Look...the shell..."
The "shell" held high in Shihua's hand is actually a river mussel. There are quite a lot of these things in the undeveloped river.
Looking at the ostentatious stone flowers, the other children started to compare themselves. If you touched one, I would have to get a bigger one. After a while, there were really a bunch of them on the shore.
As if remembering something, the few children who shouted that they were hungry in the morning did not even bother to put on their clothes. They ran to Song Xuan holding the river clams they had picked up:
"God's Envoy... God's Envoy!"
"God's envoy...is not hungry anymore...eat!"
Looking at the clear eyes of the children, and then looking at the river clams and snails they were holding, Song Xuan felt a star flash in his mind.
Thinking of the fish he had just eaten in the morning, Song Xuan slapped his thigh fiercely. He really was sitting on a treasure trove without even realizing it!
"Haha...how could I forget this..."
After excitedly picking up a child and spinning it around a few times, Song Xuan hurried into the cave again.
The several children who were stunned on the spot looked a little too excited, and for a moment they didn’t even think about it.
"Shi Yan... Shi Yan..."
Listening to Song Xuan's urgent shouting, Shi Yan quickly stood up and almost bumped into Song Xuan who ran in.
"God...God's envoy..."
"Where are the animal skin ropes in the tribe? Quick...take them out!"
Seeing Song Xuan's gesture, Shi Yan pointed directly to the corner where the animal skins were stored, added a few sticks of firewood to the fire, and hurriedly followed Song Xuan's footsteps.
Since there are fish in the river, and Shi Meng's and his others' rough fishing methods can be fruitful, it's better to get a big one, make a few fishing nets, and fully tap the potential of the river.
"Angel, what are you doing?"
Looking at Song Xuan who was selecting the animal skin rope, Shi Yan asked about the confusion in his heart.
"net!"
"net?"
Shi Yan obviously didn't know what a net was, but Song Xuan didn't bother to explain at this time. He waved his hand and asked Shi Yan to help.
Although there is no hemp rope, the animal skin rope in the tribe can barely be used, and its strength and toughness should be no problem for fishing.
After briefly recalling the appearance of the fishing net, Song Xuan started weaving it. Anyway, it was just a matter of chasing ducks to put on the shelves. It was the first experiment, so it was not perfect, as long as it was passable.
In this way, Song Xuan was responsible for tying the knot, and Shi Yan, who was not sure why, was responsible for passing the rope. The two of them cooperated quite well.
Several children also ran over to take a look from time to time. Seeing that Song Xuan's mental state returned to normal, they returned to the river and continued to touch clam shells.
He tugged at the half-meter-long fishing net. Although it was a bit ugly, it was still strong. Song Xuan didn't know how to tie the knot. In desperation, he could only tie it into a tight knot. It didn't matter whether it was ugly or not. Anyway, it worked. Just use it.
The two of them worked until dark before weaving a six or seven meter long fishing net. Looking at their "masterpiece", Song Xuan also laughed a little.
Due to the incompetent technology, no two meshes in the entire fishing net were the same size, but at least it was done. A wooden stick was fixed on both sides, and the fishing net that entrusted Song Xuan's hope finally took shape.
Eating the sizzling snails and river clams, and listening to Song Xuan's arrangements for tomorrow's fishing, today seems to be another day full of hope.
