After cleaning and adding water to the mushrooms he had gathered, he put them on top of the stove, and the thief added firewood to them while thinking about the deliciousness of the mushroom soup.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but salivate out.

I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to drink soup.

The soup was very light and there were no seasonings, but even so, it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the thief.

He looked at the meat that Xue had brought him yesterday, and there was still about the size of a fist, and after thinking about it, the thief chopped the meat into minced meat foam with a stone knife and added it to it, intending to have a mushroom broth.

The bottom of the clay pot is relatively thick, and it is not easy to cook for a while, so taking advantage of this opportunity, Ji Thief took a small arm-thick wood and carved it with a stone knife.

His goal was to make a spoon that could be used to hold soup.

When it comes to spoons, the most suitable material should actually be bamboo. First of all, choose the right bamboo, then cut off the excess, and leave a handle as a handle, and you're good to go. Just like in the TV series, this is what the ancient oil sellers used.

It's just that the thief didn't find bamboo in the valley, but he was in a hurry to use the spoon in front of him, and there was no way, so the thief could only play it himself and use his lame third-rate carving method to make the spoon.

The wait was always long, and it was only after an hour that the thief heard a boiling sound from the crockpot.

He glanced at the half-finished wooden spoon in his hand, and sighed, and couldn't help but say that if only I had an iron pot, although the crockpot is good, it is obviously too much time to cook soup with it.

However, when he heard the waves of drifting from the crockpot, all the dissatisfaction in the thief's heart disappeared.

What do you think, you know, three days ago, the Frost Valley tribe was still a native of Ru Mao drinking blood, and his own arrival, not to mention changing their use of fire, also made a crockpot, no matter how you think about it, it is an incredible thing.

If any archaeologists in the future could be lucky enough to find the remains of the Frost Valley tribe and discover the existence of clay pots, they should say this.

In a large area of the ancient mountain range, primitive people have preliminarily mastered the firing process, which marks the progress of ancient human wisdom, which means that ancient humans can save more hunting manpower and provide considerable progress for the development of tribes.

As soon as he thought of this, Ji Thief couldn't help but smirk.

Suck and slip.

He wiped his mouth, put down the half-finished wooden spoon, picked up two chopsticks sharpened from a twig, squatted in front of the clay pot, and scooped it around.

The fragrance of the mushrooms and the tenderness of the meat entered the nostrils of the thief along the smoke, which made him feel refreshed.

picked up a piece of mushroom with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and the feeling of burning his mouth made him can't help but spit it out several times, but he couldn't help it.

Swallowing it hard, Ji Thief looked up at the sky and laughed: "MD is cool!"

A few birds resting on the trees were disturbed by the laughter of the thief, and looked down at this strangely dressed primitive man in the air, his eyes were full of confusion, what the hell is this guy doing?

However, the thief below did not have time to pay attention to the thoughts of these beasts, he picked up a bowl, reached into the crockpot with great interest, endured the hot steam, scooped out half a bowl of soup, blew it on the side of his mouth, and sent it into his stomach.

"Damn, now I just found out that those villains who say that if I have a bite to eat, you will have a mouthful of soup to drink, they are good people. Ji Thief licked the soup at the corner of his lips and sighed faintly.

Ignoring nonsense, he used the bowl in his hand to reach into the crockpot again and again to scoop the mushroom soup.

In less than twenty minutes, half a jar of soup was wiped out by himself.

After eating and drinking, Ji Thief patted his belly with satisfaction and sighed, I have been in this primitive society for four days, and I have never been so satisfied today.

He looked at the crockpot, and his eyebrows were full of relief.

With this stuff, you don't have to eat monotonous barbecue in the future.

After resting for a while, the thief stood up and took down the crockpot that had cooled, and after cleaning it by the water, carefully put the crockpot back in its place.

After that, he counted the mushrooms he had collected, and when he saw that he could still eat two more meals, he didn't bother with it, but picked up the half-finished spoon and continued carving.

Time flew by, and it was not until the people who had gone out to hunt had returned that the thief's wooden spoon was made.

It's not that he spent so much time stupidly, after all, the wooden spoon has just been carved, and there are many burrs on the surface, and he holds a prickly hand, so it took a lot of effort for the thief to scrape the burrs on it.

Moreover, the thief didn't just make a wooden spoon, but the charcoal from the kiln that morning was collected and refined was already done.

Looking at the smooth wooden spoon in his hand, looking at the charcoal piled up in the cave, Ji Thief nodded with satisfaction, and said in his heart, waiting for the clay to be delivered, he must use these charcoal to burn more utensils.

While he had made up his mind, the fat elder had already come over and called him to come and share the food.

After putting the wooden spoon and the clay pot away, the thief got up and went to the middle of the valley with the fat elder.

Today's prey is even rarer than yesterday's, yesterday there were three or four fruits in each person's hand, and today, there are only one or two left, and they all belong to the kind of crooked melons and cracked dates.

Dissatisfaction was written on everyone's faces.

Seeing this, the fat elder sighed, and deliberately looked at the thief, this guy didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, and he had been laughing since he called him over, didn't he know that because of him, the clansmen didn't go hunting, and collected that soil for him?

In the end, it was a good temper, and the fat elder didn't ask even if he was dissatisfied in his heart.

After waiting for the food to be distributed, the thief went directly back to his residence.

After he left, the thin elder went to the fat elder and said in a low voice: "The clansmen have less food, what should I do, if this continues, the clansmen will starve to death sooner or later, old fat, you quickly think of a way." ”

The fat elder snorted, "Otherwise, let's go see the wizard and let the wizard stop collecting clay." ”

The thin elder snorted, selected a few representatives of the cave, and the group rushed to the witch's residence.

When they came together, the witch happened to have someone send the clay to the thief, and yesterday when the thief left, he also said that these days, he couldn't come because he was looking for a cure for himself, and he left enough ginger when he left.

Because of these two reasons, the witch didn't call the thief today.

With ginger on her stomach, she is not entangled in the problem of menstrual cramps, and the root of the long-standing disease is about to be removed, and the witch is inevitably in a trance for a while, and she doesn't know how the thief is prepared, whether she can find a way to treat herself, and whether the clay today is enough for him to use or something.

The witch thought.

Just thinking about it, there was a fight outside, and the fat and thin elder walked in, as well as the representative clansmen of the five caves.

The seven of them entered the cave and all respectfully shouted to the wizard.

The witch came back to her senses, a little dissatisfied with the few people who entered without notice, she groaned in her heart, regained her cold image in front of everyone, and asked calmly, "What's the matter? Thin monkey, why did you bring everyone to my residence today?"

The thin elder lowered his head, gritted his teeth, suddenly took a step forward, knelt on the ground with his legs, and said on the ground: "Lord Wizard, please order to stop the clansmen's continued work of collecting clay, in the past two days, the food that the clansmen have hunted is too little, and many clansmen are hungry." ”

The witch frowned, how could she not know about the lack of food, but the thief's assurances to him were too tempting, and for a while, the witch was entangled: "Again, how about holding on for a few days?"

The fat elder next to him was shocked when he heard this, lowered his head, sighed and did not speak.

The thin elder argued: "Lord Wizard, I don't know what you need that clay for, but this is obviously a bad idea from the warrior, his purpose is to put our tribe into a crisis, it has only been two days, the clansmen have been hunting a lot less because of hunger, if this continues, the clansmen will starve to death, and our tribe will be gone." ”

The thin elder's words made the witch have to be cautious.

Food is the key to the prosperity of a tribe, and from another point of view, collecting clay instead of hunting is itself a lack of business.

As a wizard under the patriarch, it is your responsibility to solve this problem, but no matter what, you can't say it as a wizard for a few more days.

This is tantamount to taking the lives of more than 100 people in the entire tribe as child's play.

Hearing the unkindness in the thin elder's tone, the witch lowered her head, pinched her chin and thought for a moment, and then looked up and said firmly: "Thin monkey, the work of collecting clay cannot be stopped. ”

When the fat and thin elder heard this, he was dissatisfied at the same time, and he brought along with the representatives of the clansmen they brought.

The seven of them all looked angry, and the thin elder stepped forward and said, "Why is it too late to stop in time, when everyone is hungry and has no strength, they can't hunt at all, and when the time comes, the clansmen will starve to death one after another." ”

The representatives of the five clansmen were also gossipy and responded to the words of the thin elder.

For a while, a witch sat in the wizard's seat, and for the first time, her words were questioned.

You know, getting food, and filling your stomach, will always be the eternal topic of primitive people.

You can usually help everyone get rid of illness and solve disasters when everyone is full of food and drink, and everyone respects you, but if you stop everyone from eating, then everyone will overthrow you.

The witch's face changed all of a sudden, how could she not know what it meant.

The thin elder took another step forward: "Please take back the order, Lord Wizard!"

In addition to the fat elder, the other five clan representatives also stepped forward at the same time and shouted in a low voice, "Please take back the order!"

The witch's expression changed a few times, and in an instant, it was extremely rich.

She knew that if she didn't stop collecting clay according to her people's ideas, her position would probably be ruined, and the hungry people would do anything.