Huang Xiao did not appear directly in the cave, but chose to land in the open space in front of the cave.
When the young men like the sentry buffalo saw this magical scene, everyone was in awe.
Jin Yan and others also noticed Huang Xiao immediately and came over one after another.
Jin Yan and the other natives were all bursting with laughter when they saw the Sun God coming back again, bringing with him so many things that they had never seen before.
"These are quilts. Hand them out for everyone to use at night. Hand out these coats too, one set for each person. Here are the shoes..."
Huang Xiao and Jin Yan explained.
Jin Yan was stunned.
The sun god is so good to us!
Jin Yan shed tears and called more than a dozen women to help move all the clothes and quilts into the cave.
Huang Xiao pointed to a large box of bowls, chopsticks and pots and pans and said, "This is an iron pot for cooking...this is...this is a bowl for eating. Everyone has a portion."
Jin Yan and the women waiting next to her were immediately completely conquered by the exquisite jade-like porcelain.
They are called the Pottery Tribe because they have been making pottery for a long time. Among dozens of tribes, their pottery is the most exquisite.
But compared with the treasure bowl brought by the Sun God, those pottery they were proud of were nothing worth mentioning!
Aboriginal tribal names and even personal names are very meaningful and arbitrary. For example, naming is very similar to some customs in many places in our country.
They have at least three names in their lives. When they are born, as in the case of Jinyan, the parents will give their children whatever name they hear or see.
For example, if you hear a wolf howling, his name will be called Wolf Howl. Adult men will fight for themselves in battles or hunting to gain honor and a new name that belongs to them. Some warriors even have twenty or thirty names.
Tribal names, just like the name Indians, were chosen by colonists based on their transliteration and even preferences. For example, the name of the Tao Tribe recorded in Jamestown was called the Huswold Tribe.
In the same way, James River, Virginia, Amsterdam, Washington...all place names were imposed on this land by colonists.
If Huang Xiao founded the country and made Washington the capital, it would naturally not be called this name.
Back to business.
Huang Xiao asked Jin Yan to send all the rice into the cave, and he followed in carrying the largest wooden box.
It was full of weapons and ammunition, and the weight was really heavy. There were only women and children in the tribe, so it would definitely not be easy for them to carry it. Huang Xiao simply did it himself.
He placed the wooden box at the entrance of the cave and told Jin Yan not to allow anyone to open it or allow fire to come near it.
Jin Yan warned the tribesmen seriously.
Inside the cave.
The roasted wolf meat was sizzling with grease, dripping on the fire from time to time, bursting out with sparks and a rich aroma.
The little natives stopped playing around now and looked eagerly at the meat on the shelf. Although a lot of wolf meat had been roasted, they would never dare to do it before the gods enjoyed it.
Huang Xiao directed Jin Yan and others to open the rice bag, boil the cold water stored in the clay pot, wash the rice, line it up in an iron pot, and start porridge.
These pieces of pure white rice made Jin Yan and others curious. Rice is native to China and has been cultivated for nearly ten thousand years. However, it was still extremely rare in North America at this time. Even after the colonists arrived, No rice seeds were brought.
The porridge was cooked over a large fire and cooked very quickly. After ten minutes, the cave was enveloped in the fragrance of rice. Even the meat that the natives loved to eat seemed to be covered up by this fragrance.
"Remove the fire."
"Go and call the bison back, we are ready to eat!"
Jin Yan followed Huang Xiao's arrangement and extinguished the fire under the iron pot.
At the same time, the bison and others were called back. Huang Xiao was here. Even if there were enemies who wanted to sneak attack, it would be okay, as these teenagers would not be exposed to the cold.
Huang Xiao asked someone to use a spoon to make bowls of porridge.
In this cold winter, drinking a bowl of fragrant porridge seems warm and delicious, at least to the taste of the indigenous people who have never tasted rice porridge.
This is the food of the gods.
In the cave, everyone finished a bowl of rice porridge with satisfaction.
Of course, this is also the result of Huang Xiao's opening, otherwise these natives would not dare to make mistakes.
After all, the great god Huang Xiao didn't drink.
Everyone is still unsatisfied.
Jin Yan cut off the leg of the strongest wolf and gave it to Huang Xiao respectfully.
The natives all looked at Huang Xiao anxiously.
They wondered if the gods would eat their food.
Huang Xiao smiled and accepted.
In terms of appearance alone, the wolf legs were roasted to a golden color and showed no signs of being burnt.
However, this is normal. The craftsmanship accumulated by the indigenous people over thousands of years is naturally not much different.
Huang Xiao took a bite.
It is chewy and has no unpleasant smell as expected. Although it is very bland, probably because there is not enough salt and seasonings, this original taste has a unique taste.
"It's delicious! You all should eat it too."
After being praised by the gods, the natives were all smiling.
Huang Xiao went to get some salt and sprinkled it on it. It tasted even more delicious.
Jin Yan dipped her fingers into some salt and put it in her mouth. Her big, watery eyes were suddenly filled with surprise.
"Sun God, is this the salt of the divine world? It's so delicious!"
Huang Xiao laughed: "Yeah, don't you have any salt?"
Jin Yan said: "Yes, we eat sea salt, but the taste is not as good as that of the Sun God. After the demons occupied the coast, we did not have as much salt as before, so we traded furs with them."
Huang Xiao nodded: "It's all in this bag, let them sprinkle it on the meat."
Jin Yan thanked her and told the tribesmen. The natives were surprised and happy.
There wasn't much salt in the tribe originally, and today the entire army was almost wiped out, so there was naturally no salt left.
And although they eat sea salt, they don't know the techniques of boiling salt or sun-drying salt. Most of them pick up the remaining sea salt naturally crystallized in shells on the coast, and collect it for consumption.
Although the quantity of this method is small, it cannot stand up to the vast land, rich resources and sparse population. The sea salt in coastal areas can also satisfy most people's consumption. In addition, meat and other foods also contain salt.
Of course, there are also many salt lakes in North America. There is still a lot of inexhaustible salt beside those natural salt lakes.
After meal.
The natives became busy again. They used clay pots to boil water.
Huang Xiao asked Jin Yan.
Jinyan said it is used to cleanse the body.
That is, taking a bath, but the conditions are a bit difficult, and you will definitely not be able to take a hearty bath.
This reminded Huang Xiao of some records in the materials he collected.
Indians respect nature and regard nature as their god. They also pay great attention to the cleanliness of their bodies. If the season is suitable, they take a bath almost every day.
