Looking at the viscous object foaming at the stone mortar, Wu Xingfeng felt sick to his stomach.

In ancient times, the living environment was extremely harsh, and it was not easy to survive, let alone eat, because grain and rice should not have been fully popularized, and the food that could satisfy hunger was very scarce, so they could only live by hunting. If a little girl like Amu doesn't want to starve to death, she can only eat these fruits.

Amu said that meat can only be eaten by hunting men, and women and children can only eat animal offal. Slaves sometimes couldn't even get their entrails. He didn't go hunting as an outsider, but he was able to get a share of exquisite meat, and it was obviously the Xuannu who opened the back door for him.

"Come, I'll give you this!" Wu Xingfeng bent down and handed a piece of fine meat in the clam shell to Amu.

Amu stopped what he was doing, stared at the piece of fine meat on the mussel shell, swallowed his saliva, and looked up at Wu Xingfeng suspiciously. "Give it to me?"

"Here you go!" Wu Xingfeng stuffed the mussel shell into Amu's hand. "You're growing your body, eat more nutritious things. ”

Amu obliquely headed. "What is nutritious, and what does nutrition mean?"

Wu Xingfeng didn't know how to explain, although his master had taught him some ancient languages, but the style of words on this matter had a lot to come from, and he could only communicate simply, not express in depth.

"It's just delicious. Wu Xingfeng said while gesturing.

"Yes. ”

In our impression, the chickadees are very small, but the animals at this time are very large, Wu Xingfeng saw that the fish in the river are all behemoths of about one meter, and the smallest ones are more than ten catties.

"In the evening I treat you to grilled fish. Wu Xingfeng pointed to the fish in the river and said.

"Grilled fish? The tribe has a rule that slaves can't eat fish!" Amu said very seriously.

"Why can't slaves eat fish?" Most people today are mentally incomplete, not fully civilized, and have a sense of reverence for larger animals.

The rule that slaves cannot eat must not be groundless, and there must be some ulterior secret hidden in it.

Amu frowned and was silent, and after a long while, he whispered: "Gonggong clan is not allowed!"

"Gonggong, you're talking about the water god Gonggong?"

"Be quiet. Amu was very frightened, and turned away from Wu Xingfeng.

Wu Xingfeng had no choice but to leave.

"Wu, your food. The little girl got up and shouted.

"I said, my share is for you!" Wu Xingfeng didn't look back, and walked downstream, he wanted to familiarize himself with the environment here.

Amu stood on the riverbank, looking at Wu Xingfeng in the distance, and his heart was moved. He's a good guy!

Wu Xingfeng lives in the grass hut on higher ground, from the grass hut can clearly see the river is pounding the entrails of Amu, Amu is skillful, at this time has been smashed thin paste viscera into a boiling water earthen pot, the earthen pot is erected on a raised stone crack, the stone crack rolling white smoke.

Wu Xingfeng's mood was unsettled, how could he come to five thousand years ago in a daze, at this time the demons were rampant, the relationship between the Yellow Emperor tribe and the Yandi tribe was still unstable, and the eighty gods under the Water God Gonggong were gathering, and the war was about to break out.

In the evening, Amu brought meat soup with several unknown green leaves sprinkled on it, which smelled fragrant.

"Is it delicious?" Amu is thirteen years old this year, his ancestors have been slaves for three generations, his parents are missing, and now he lives in a stone cave downstream, and he is strange and pitiful.

"Have you eaten it?" Wu Xingfeng pushed the meat soup in front of Amu.

"Slaves were not allowed to eat at night, and when they were found to have their tongues cut out. Amu swallowed his dry saliva and said very seriously.

Although Wu Xingfeng is also a child, he is sixteen years old after all, and he can't bear to see Amu like this. "I don't say it, no one knows. ”

"But—" Amu stared at the fragrant meat soup in the jar and swallowed again.

"Hide here and eat, no one knows. Wu Xingfeng pushed the earthen pot containing the meat soup in front of the little girl Amu, and then got up and walked towards the door. "I'll watch it for you, so eat it with confidence. ”

Amu hesitated, staring at the meat soup in his hand.

"Eat! I'll watch it for you. Wu Xingfeng was distressed.

Amu didn't hesitate, picked up the meat soup and devoured it.

"Thank you, Wu. Amu's face was flushed, and he was still trembling a little at this time. It was the first dinner she had in thirteen years.

"Come to me in the evening to eat. You said that I am a distinguished guest, and you can't afford not to eat at night!" Wu Xingfeng stepped forward and patted Amu on the shoulder. "I'll take you hunting tomorrow. ”

"Okay, but I don't have a hunting bow. Amu was a little disappointed.

"No hunting bows. Wu Xingfeng thought of the "Liujia Shentian" that Master Xin Wangshan asked him to read, and there was a method in the book that relied on the method of spiritual aperture to hunt. The so-called method of spiritual aperture is actually to release the breath to perceive external objects.

Wu Xingfeng is just a true cultivator, with a light red aura. It is not possible to release the spirit aperture yet, but it can be compromised to find a way to increase the success rate of hunting.

Sending Amu away, Wu Xingfeng was about to turn around, and saw a small green-spotted snake swimming not far ahead, and looked closely, it was the one last time.

When in doubt, stand in front of the door and wait for the little snake to come to the door.

When the snake swims, it turns its head from time to time. When he got to the door, he put down the bunch of grass he was holding in his mouth, and then turned and left. Wu Xingfeng wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, he didn't have a good impression of the monster.

The grass is unremarkable, similar to modern plantain, with a small root system and a long, blackish-gray stem. The leaves are saw-saw, green, and the petals are elongated, with only three petals.

Wu Xingfeng didn't recognize this grass for a while.

Reach out and pinch it, put it on the tip of your nose and smell it, a faint strawberry smell. "This is creamweed?"

While talking to himself, he muttered in his heart that this little snake regarded himself as a rabbit. I'm not a rabbit, so why did I send creamy grass?

Upon closer inspection, the grass has a creamy taste, but it is not the cream grass that rabbits eat, but a nameless grass between plantain and cream grass.

Due to the injury on the index finger, the wound was still red and swollen but there was no pain and itching, Wu Xingfeng guessed that the nameless grass from the green-spotted snake might be a healing medicine.

He had learned the art of Qihuang from his master Xin Wangshan for a period of time, and he folded off a blade of grass and put it in his mouth to chew carefully, the taste was sweet and bitter, with a hint of creamy fragrance, and there was a faint coolness in the fragrance, and then it was a little sweet and bitter. What knowledge has been learned, this thing is wood, because it should be a medicinal herb for healing wounds.

Sure that it was a healing herb, Wu Xingfeng found a stone to crush it, and carefully applied the grass mud to the wound. After a stick of incense, the effect appears, a sip of coolness wanders around the limbs, the redness and swelling disappear quickly, and the ** feeling is gone.

"It's amazing!" Wu Xingfeng looked at the index finger of his right hand, and in the blink of an eye, not only did the wound heal, but there was also a strange sensation from the fingertips, which went straight to the meridians of Zhou Tian.

Wu Xingfeng fell asleep at the time of the wind and got up at three o'clock.

Amu held a sharpened wooden stick in his hand and had been waiting for a long time.

The two met, exchanged a few pleasantries, and walked towards the south side of the river. The south is a piece of trees, strange flowers and plants can be seen from time to time, but at this time the population is very small, there are many wild beasts in the forest, many of them are aliens with Taoism, aliens have their own territory, not allowed others to approach, once they touch the bottom line, it is a duel of life and death.

Wu Xingfeng has a special affection for the ancient jungle, he has not been infected by the bustling city in modern times, and has always maintained a simple and pure temperament, which knows better than the ancient humans the price that needs to be paid if they want to live in the jungle.

After walking out of Sanli, several mounds appeared in front of me. The mound was cone-shaped, with a gap on the south side, and several gophers were frightened and retracted their heads into the hole, now observing the surrounding situation.

"Wu, this is the old man, who specializes in stealing food from other animals, and they must have bird eggs or something like that in their holes. After speaking, Amu raised the wooden stick in his hand and stabbed at the gopher.

Wu Xingfeng didn't stop her, the gopher that Amu called Lao Lai was bigger than a domestic chicken, and his movements were very agile, and Amu didn't stab her.

If you can't try, try again.

After three times, Amu turned his head to look at Wu Xingfeng with a look of grievance.

Wu Xingfeng wanted to laugh, but he still held back. "You can't catch this, you have to use your brain. ”

Amu was puzzled. "How do you move your brain?"

"Just find a way, you see, there are three mounds here, and Lao Lai has several. What does it mean?" Wu Xingfeng said, pointing to one of the three mounds. "The one in the middle is bigger than the one on both sides, and the old man's body shape should also be big. ”

Amu thinks about it makes sense. "The big old Lai is too cunning, but the little Lao Lai is easy to catch. ”

"It's all the same, if you catch the big one, the small one will starve to death before it is an adult, if you only do the small one, the big one will have nothing to love, and die of depression, even if there are those who want to survive, they will not escape death when they are old. Wu Xingfeng explained.

"Wu, are you still caught?" Amu didn't have the sharpness she had just now, but her stomach was still hungry.

"Catch. Wu Xingfeng responded affirmatively.

Amu smiled and waited.

At this time, people were extremely scarce in food, and in this era of the jungle, if they blindly compassionate, they were joking with their lives. There is a price to be paid for wanting to have compassion for the common people.

"You go find some dry rattan, and I'll make a hunting tool." Wu Xingfeng pointed to the tree not far away and said.

After a while, Amu brought a bundle of rattan.

Wu Xingfeng used rattan to weave three simple baskets with large mouths and large abdomen. The tails of the three baskets are linked with a rattan strip, and the mouth of the basket is facing the hole of the three mounds.

"Do you want to find some introduction?" Amu means to find something that Lao Lai likes to eat and lure him into the net.

"No, I don't. Wu Xingfeng picked up the tree trunk on the ground and slapped rhythmically around the mound. After a while, the intensity was suddenly increased, and a few small Lao Lai were frightened and rushed out of the hole, just running into the mouth of the basket, and it was very ingenious when hesitating to make, and once Lao Lai entered, he could not escape.

Amu was surprised, and when he reacted, a slightly older old man also came out of the hole and was in the middle of it.

"I'll help you. Amu threw away the sharp wooden stick in his hand, found a thick branch, and learned Wu Xingfeng to beat it on the ground.

"Wu, what's that?" Amu pointed ten paces away.

Wu Xingfeng glanced at it, the soul of the dead was in a hurry, threw away the trunk in his hand and ran away, ran two steps and found that Amu did not follow, and after turning back, he pulled Amu to run west desperately.