On the banks of the great river in the eastern part of the ancient world, under the intervention of Yan, the human tribe once again took a solid step towards civilization from the perspective of food.
In the tribal settlement, giant trees dozens of meters high spread out their lush branches and leaves in an orderly manner, like giants protecting their cubs with their arms spread out, providing a safe paradise of twenty to thirty meters in diameter for the humans living under the trees.
At this time, an oval-shaped earthen stove made of stones was standing under the giant tree. The raging fire in the stove was trapped inside, rising one or two meters high.
As the hot flames continue to burn and bake, the moisture in the newly built stove is quickly evaporated, and the clay inside the stove quickly fades away from its earthy color, and slowly turns white and hardens under the constant licking of the high temperature of the flame.
"It's almost done, put the pot on." Seeing the fire in the stove slowly extinguishing, Yan turned to Shan and ordered.
"Okay, brother." Shan responded loudly, effortlessly lifting the stone pot weighing dozens of kilograms and carefully placing it on the stove.
At this point, under Yan's design and command, the first stove of the human race in the prehistoric world was finally accepted and completed.
"Yu, go and add water to the pot. Let's boil a pot of water first." Yan Zhongshan pressed the stone pot and then ordered Yu.
"Brother, do you want to fill it up?" Yu asked as he picked up the wooden bucket placed aside.
"Well, fill it up!"
Yan nodded, and while answering Yu, he warned Shan to be cautious: "Shan, from now on, you will be responsible for managing the tribe's stove affairs."
"Whether it is the construction of a new stove or the supply of firewood, you must pay attention to all matters related to the stove fire. You must ensure that the tribe's stove fire is not extinguished and the smoke is endless."
"I got it, brother! I promise to take care of the stove fire." Kan Yan said cautiously. Although he had some doubts in his heart, Shan nodded heavily and promised Yan.
"Shan, you must remember what your eldest brother said." Although Ning was a little confused about many of his eldest son's actions today, he clearly knew what he was capable of. Seeing that he was speaking cautiously, he quickly reminded his second son. .
"I know, Mom."
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"H-huh, cough!"
At this moment, the water in the stone pot on the stove has been filled, and Shan Zheng blows into the stove hole filled with firewood in disgrace, but the effect is not good. Instead, he sheds tears due to the thick smoke.
In the distance, Yan was holding Yu's little hand, standing far outside the scope of the thick smoke, looking at the embarrassed mountain with a smile, without any intention of hurriedly giving a warning.
After a while, there was still no progress on the stove. Lian Yu couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled his cute eyes and whispered contemptuously: "Second brother is so stupid, he can't even light a fire."
"Haha! Yes, your second brother is the stupidest. He can't even light a fire." Yan couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words, completely ignoring Shan who was looking at him in front of the stove with an aggrieved look on his face.
Ning was heartbroken for her son. Seeing the evil smile on Yan's face, she couldn't stand it anymore. She reached out and slapped him. Shen said strangely: "Under your blind command, your second brother has been busy building the stove all morning. I can't make a fire. Do you still have the nerve to laugh?"
"Hey! Mom, even if you feel sorry for the second son, you can't slander the eldest son. I'm giving the orders blindly? I don't know how good the stove is. It's just that the mountain can't use it."
When Yan heard his mother's accusation, his bad taste in seeing his brother lively disappeared, and he defended loudly and felt very aggrieved.
Looking at Yan who was pretending to be aggrieved, Ning couldn't help laughing. She glared at him fiercely and urged him angrily: "Okay, don't talk nonsense. Tell Shan if you have any secrets about this stove." speak."
Yan shook his head boredly and said to Shan who looked over expectantly: "As the saying goes, fire must be hollow and people must be humble. Therefore, don't be in a hurry to light a fire in the stove. Don't fill up the firewood. Keep some firewood. Make enough space."
With Yan's reminder, Shan finally started a fire in the stove without much effort this time.
As the fire ignited in the stove, the thick smoke that had been billowing finally subsided. Yan walked to the stove, tested the temperature of the stone pot with his hand, shook his head slightly, and was not very satisfied with its thermal conductivity.
However, now that I have no way to get copper and iron tools, I can only make do with stone tools.
"Now that the stove is built and the fire is lit, is there anything else to prepare later?" Mother circled the stove twice, but still didn't see the reason and had no intention of going into details. She just shook her head. asked.
"Others still need some ingredients, but I have already prepared some there. It is enough for today, so you don't have to worry about it. Now we just wait for the hunting team to send back a batch of offal." Yan looked up at the sky and shook his head.
"That's okay. You guys watch the fire here, and I'll help them weave their backpacks." Ning saw that everything was fine here for the time being, and couldn't stand still, so she said to Yan.
"Well, I'll call you after the internal organs are returned." Yan nodded without objection.
It was afternoon before he knew it, and Yan had already boiled several pots of water on the earthen stove, allowing his younger brothers and sisters to experience the comfort of a hot bath.
In the life of primitive tribes, people go in and out of the jungle every day, busy with food and survival. When they are dirty, they can only simply clean them with the mountain spring. It can be seen that their personal hygiene is never very good.
Even for people like Yan, who has the memory of later generations, before he developed Taoist techniques, although he had better habits and washed more frequently than other tribesmen, the cold mountain stream water neither provided a comfortable experience nor guaranteed to clean the body.
"Yan, the clan leader asked me to bring some internal organs back for you to process."
Yan, who was not sure what to do when he saw several younger siblings washing them one by one, finally waited for the internal organs sent back by the hunting team.
"Okay, it's time for us to get to work." Yan looked at a pile of unknown animal offal piles on the ground, exuding a strong fishy smell, and shouted to his newly cleaned siblings.
At the same time, his divine eyes and spiritual sense immediately enveloped it, and it was obvious that many parasites and eggs were adsorbed on it.
In addition, he also sensed some unpleasant gray-black smell from these internal organs, and immediately guessed that these should be the bacterial toxins carried by the internal organs.
"Yan, what should we do now?" Ning must have heard that the hunting team was back, and hurried over at this time, smelling the pungent smell, and asked with a frown.
"Let's move to the stream first and clean these internal organs separately." Yan's training in the jungle in the past few years was still very effective. At least he could calmly face the unfriendly internal organs in front of him.
Under Yan's command, several people spent an hour or two cleaning several hundred kilograms of internal organs. Then they took out the wild onions, pepper, garlic, ginger and other ingredients that had been prepared and put them into the stone pot together.
The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the smoke began to drift in the tribe.
Yan has been standing in front of the stove, using his spiritual eyes and spiritual sense from time to time to observe the changes in these internal organs under high temperature. It can be clearly seen that under the action of high temperature and ingredients, the insects and their eggs attached to the internal organs are quickly killed. , the gray-black aura attached to it slowly dissipated until there was no trace.
"It seems that my worries are somewhat unnecessary. The cooking methods of later generations are still valid here, at least they can handle most common animal offal." Yan observed the changes in the stone pot and thought silently in his heart.
