Time: Song Yong came to the primordial plane again on the third day.

Today's fishing activity of the hunting team, Song Yong only participated in less than half a day, and returned to the cave alone with the plow that the lone wolf sent the fish back to the cave for the first time.

To tell the truth, such a thing as ice chiseling and fishing itself does not have much technical content at all.

That is, the previous primitive people and natives have not found that this kind of operation can be done at all, and after really piercing this layer of window paper, the rest of the truth is not a little difficult.

Seeing that he didn't have to shoot himself, and the big fat fish were also constantly fished out of the water, Song Yong felt that he was standing there jumping up and down, which was really a bit redundant.

Later, when he returned with the plow, he found a sad place:

In fact, every time a lone wolf transports big fish, he is also redundant as a driver, and he can even be called a burden.

The lone wolf can run better without being driven, and he can pull more fish without him.

So, Song Yong simply hid back in a warmer cave, and after staying with the women and children, he planned to do something more important.

For example, make the pheasant that was cleaned up last night for lunch......

Before going to bed last night, Song Yong, who hadn't taken a shower for almost a few days, planned to wipe his body with a towel.

Before wiping his body, he looked at the wounds in his chest and abdomen.

It's been five or six days, and these wounds have naturally healed a little better, but they still haven't healed.

What's even more troublesome is that the last time I went to the pharmacy to buy the box of oral anti-inflammatory drugs, the last two were all eaten.

Looking at the wound that had not yet healed completely, Song Yong's heart suddenly became worried: "What's the matter! If the wound is infected because of this, where can I reason?

With this worry, Song Yong hastily wiped his body.

Then when he was lying on the bed, he suddenly thought of something: "Why! a pig's brain, doesn't he still have a bottle of witch medicine from the red cypress?"

That's right, it's said to be at least three times more effective.

Soon Song Yong was in the backpack at the head of the bed and found the small gourd containing the witch medicine.

It's a pity that after Song Yong uncovered the wooden cork on the small gourd, he was almost not directly smoked by the indescribable strange smell inside.

God knows, what these potions are made of.

In the end, it was the good effect of the witch medicine on the body of Huang Wait before, which made Song Yongqiang endure the nausea and reluctantly drank about one-fifth of the amount of the witch medicine.

To tell the truth, the taste of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, if compared to this thing, is simply as delicious as a red can of herbal tea.

And after drinking, Song Yong actually slept more comfortably than ever before this night.

Even so comfortable that even the long-term biological clock could not make this thing wake up on time.

After being woken up by the movement of others getting up, Song Yong was surprised to find that not only the wounds on his chest and abdomen, but also the blood scabs.

Even the sequelae of the strain on both arms are now gone.

At this time, Song Yong realized that there was still most of those witch medicines left in his backpack, but he had to collect them well, it was a really life-saving treasure.

So, it's because I woke up too late.

In a hurry of time, Song Yong didn't have so much effort in the morning to make breakfast with this pheasant.

Of course, it's not a big deal, and it's the same if you save it for noon.

With this in mind, Song Yong summoned Gardenia and several other women to his side at the same time and began to teach them how to cook a pot of delicious chicken soup.

As the leader of the tribe and the lord of the tribe, Brother Yong needs to pay more attention to the major events of the life and death of the tribe.

Naturally, he couldn't be like a cook for a long time, constantly guarding the fire and the stone pot.

He would also demonstrate these new cooking techniques to these more ingenious women comrades when each fresh ingredient and way of eating appeared.

After that, he just waited to eat ready-made.

Wielding the pig-killing knife, Song Yong chopped the whole fat pheasant into small pieces.

It's just that to the surprise of the onlookers of the women comrades, it was obviously a stewed chicken soup, but Song Yong put some fat into the dry stone pot, added green onions, ginger and garlic and stir-fried them until fragrant.

Then, he still didn't put water in the pot.

Instead, the chicken pieces are put in the pot and stir-fried for a while before they are added to the spring water and simmered.

It's such a strange way to process it, but the soup in the stone pot begins to turn into an attractive golden color as it simmers.

At the same time, in the entire cave, an unprecedented sultry fragrance spreads.

Let them unknowingly, their mouths are already full of saliva.

It's not that when lamb and fish were stewed before, the aroma of those was not sultry enough, but chicken soup, the most famous soup in the modern plane, has a reputation that is not in vain.

For a while, it is reasonable to let these indigenous female comrades of the primitive era sink......

After simmering on a high fire for more than an hour, Song Yong lifted the lid of the shoddy pot on the stone pot and poked the chicken casually with chopsticks.

You can find that the whole pot of chicken is now stewed and crispy, and it is completely ready to move.

After this fat pheasant is cleaned up, it can also have a weight of more than ten catties, so such a big pot of chicken soup, Song Yong naturally cannot be eliminated by himself.

Moreover, he did not forget at all that in the cave, there were more than two dozen pregnant women who were pregnant with the next generation of the tribe.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't do anything to make such a big pot of tonic chicken soup and finish all his own scourges.

So, Song Yong first took a stone bowl for himself, selected a few pieces of chicken and a fat chicken thigh, and scooped a bowl full of chicken soup.

The rest is for the thistle to be distributed, and it is important for every pregnant woman to eat and drink a little of these great supplements.

As for the other little cubs and Six Fingers craftsmen in the cave, Song Yong really couldn't help it, so that they could also drink such a bowl of chicken soup.

If you really want to eat something, there are a lot of frozen fish in the depths of the cave, so you can eat as much as you want.

After picking up the stone bowl, Song Yong took a small sip into his mouth, and sure enough, he could be sure that this was the most delicious chicken soup he had ever drunk.

When I took a bite of the chicken in my mouth, it was also indescribably delicious.

Similarly, after every pregnant woman enjoys this kind of care from Brother Yong, whether it is from the delicacy of chicken soup, or because of the superior treatment she enjoys for the first time because of her status as a pregnant woman.

all made their whole people unstoppably glowing.

The loyalty of Brother Yong, the leader, is also constantly skyrocketing.

The only small problem is that when Song Yong still had half a bowl of chicken soup left in the bowl and the fat chicken legs, he saw the girl Gardenia looking at the other lesbians with a blank look in her eyes, and her eyes were extremely lost.

No way! This girl who no one dares to flirt with in the tribe is naturally not a pregnant woman.

When it came to distributing the chicken soup, she couldn't get any of it.

Even Song Yong himself didn't know what kind of psychology it was, he stuffed the chicken soup with the chicken leg into the girl's hand, and then in the next second, the girl was in high spirits.

"Brother Yong! You see this is the jar we have processed according to you, I don't know if it can satisfy you. ”

After lunch, Six Fingers led Song Yong to a corner of the cave, where they processed stone tools on a daily basis.

Then, six-fingered, he pointed to a stone jar on the ground, and asked with a somewhat apprehensive expression.

If you want to say pickled kimchi, it is naturally the jar made of clay pottery and fine magnetic material that works best.

If you really can't have a glass jar, it's far better than this kind of stone jar.

The problem is that now that there is heavy snow outside, Song Yong just wants to get some clay to try to make jars, which has also become a luxury.

Coming from a big bulging vat in the modern plane is even more unreliable.

If you have the heart to bring that thing, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to bring some other daily necessities.

So as a last resort, Song Yong could only let Six Fingers and others try to process a small water tank from before to see if it could work.

Not to mention, the stonemason skills of Six Fingers and others can be said to be masters in the modern plane.

With the poor tools at hand, they actually made a small stone jar that looked like a decent size.

For this reason, after Song Yong looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but praise it: "The craftsmanship is good, that's what I want, if you can really make pickles, I will reward you at that time." ”

There is something about the reward, but in fact, it is just Song Yong's mouth.

However, when these words were heard in the ears of the six fingers, the thing obviously had a different idea.

He asked a little timidly: "Then Brother Yong, can we take that reward, and exchange it for a mother-in-law." ”

Looking at the old face full of anticipation on the six fingers, Song Yong, who had always been full of confidence, was really not very sure, he thought for a while and said:

"Well, I'll try it then, and people have to be willing to do this." ”