Thinking of the wide open space around the tribe, Tang Xuanming felt a little awkward, as a person from the big foodie empire, even if he lived in the city, he had to buy some soil, buy a flower pot, and plant some green plants.

Even planting some peppers and tomatoes or something, looking at the open space around the tribe is really uncomfortable, always wanting to plant something down.

It can only be said that the natural skill points of the big foodie empire are all on farming, and I don't focus on things, and I always feel uncomfortable.

The Antarctic expedition team has all produced dishes that can be used for hot pot, and they can't grow anything on such fertile land? Tang Xuanming didn't believe it?

The tribe was on the edge of the dense forest, and the dead branches and leaves piled up and rotted day after day, year after year, making the land there unpleasantly fertile, but no one had ever planted anything on it, and the warriors of the tribe never seemed to think about it.

Tang Xuanming didn't see any edible plants around the tribe either, most of the plants and fruits in the tribe were collected by women and children in the safe areas around the tribe, and they didn't seem to realize that they could be planted.

In the words of boasting about the fertile land of the Northeast, there is no problem at all - the land here can sprout with chopsticks.

It's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's really a lot of oil, and it's the best place to grow.

Leaving such fertile land instead of farming, but risking dangerous hunting in the wild, in Tang Xuanming's opinion, is really worth the loss.

But this can also be seen in the other way that the world is lacking in agriculture.

"The only question is, I wonder if there are any plants like rice and wheat around the tribe?"

"Still thinking about ginseng? I don't know about this herb, but the witch doctor in the tribe must know it, and I can ask him when I get back." ”

Pihu was very concerned about Tang Xuanming's condition, and when he saw Tang Xuanming wandering, he thought he was thinking about the problem of ginseng, so he added a sentence with great concern.

For the tribe, being able to have a witch doctor who treats death-defying emergencies is definitely a supreme treasure, and it can make them desperate to protect.

In the absence of corresponding medical treatment, a man who is stronger than the black horse may die of pain under the torture of illness.

The authority of the witch doctor over the tribe is incomparably greater, and it can even be said that it is second only to the patriarch and the captain of the hunt.

"Witch doctor?"

Tang Xuanming's eyes lit up, knowing the solution, the witch doctor in the tribe would definitely collect all kinds of plants and trees, as long as he asked the witch doctor, many problems could be solved.

The process of returning to the tribe did not encounter much tribulation, and apart from a few beasts with a keen sense of smell who were killed by the crowd and carried on their backs as a harvest, some people did not encounter too much danger.

Tang Xuanming's first hunt was thus completed, and when they saw the familiar walls of the tribe, all the hunters couldn't help but let out a cheer.

The hunt took only three days, but everyone was on the brink of death.

The powerful and terrifying green jade elephant can annihilate their entire army with a roar, and in the face of the black Lin horse herd, if some of them can't support it and the formation is broken, it will also be the end of all death.

If you hesitate when capturing the black-scaled horse and fall into the encirclement of the Howling Moon Demon Wolf, it will be a terrible battle, and no one is sure that you can get out alive.

And now, they have returned completely, and not one of them has died in the Great Wilderness.

The warriors who participated in the hunt for the first time successfully completed the baptism, and the adult hunters brought back their prey, which was enough to keep the tribe alive until the next year.

The tribe has survived this time of life and death, but this is not destined to be the last, but the daily life of the tribe living in the great wilderness.

As long as the tribe continued to live a hunter-gatherer life, the strong hunter had to go out on adventures and dance on the tip of his sword again and again.

......

Bang!

The prey slammed into the ground with a dull echo.

The children of the tribe happily ran to the side of the black horse, which had no breath, and dug up his butt and pulled off a scale, only to fall on all fours.

The older kid didn't care, but giggled and held the scales high like his trophy, earning the envious glances of a group of children.

The older boys, carrying bone knives, helped the hunter and the woman divide the prey, and the meat needed to be disposed of as soon as possible, otherwise it would soon rot and deteriorate.

With the strong constitution of the tribe, they were born with a stomach like steel, and they were able to eat their prey even after it spoiled.

But it doesn't taste good, and no one wants to try it when normal food is available.

Pihu and Tang Xuanming did not participate in dividing the prey, and they went to the tribe's witch doctor together.

"Ginseng? What's that?"

The witch doctor's arms thicker than Tang Xuanming's thighs made his eyelids jump, and in his impression, shouldn't the witch doctor be skinny and skinny, hanging a necklace made of skeletons, and holding a mess of herbs whose names he couldn't distinguish?

Now this witch doctor is simply subversive of people's imagination, and the strong pectoralis major muscle can make Pair A die of shame, the corners of Tang Xuanming's mouth twitched, and said, "Are there any seeds of plants that can be eaten?"

Since Pihu brought Tang Xuanming over, the witch doctor didn't have any incomprehension or disdainful expression, and rummaged through the messy pile of medicinal materials on the stone table.

It was that pile of herbs that made Tang Xuanming feel that he was still a witch doctor, but looking at the rough methods of this witch doctor, as well as the herbs flying up and down, the corners of Tang Xuanming's mouth couldn't help twitching.

It took a long time for the witch doctor to find a handful of black seeds, and the pestle came to Tang Xuanming's eyes, compared to his sandbag-sized fist, the seeds in his hands would always be ignored.

"What are you looking for the seeds of these plants, will they be able to heal the wounds of the people?"

Pihu was a little puzzled, Tang Xuanmingzai carefully put the group of seeds in his hand and looked at them one by one.

I couldn't help but feel distressed for a while when I saw the seeds with shriveled or destroyed shells, but I put the tiger aside.

Hearing Pihu's question, he answered happily.

"Not only can you heal their injuries, but even make them not hurt in the future, this is a treasure, but it's a pity that you ignored it. ”

"What kind of seed is this? Do you know?"

The latter sentence was for the witch doctor, and the wild and fierce witch doctor took out a white bone stick as thick as Tang Xuanming's arm from the pile of herbs, and was clubbed in his hand like a wand.

He straightened his clothes to make him look a little formal, though his muscles that seemed to break through the skin made him look less like a witch doctor and more like an orc carrying a totem pole.

"You are a witch doctor, and the art of medicine is unfathomable, and if anyone in the tribe is cured, I will use this staff to pierce a few holes in you. ”

The white bone stick slammed into the ground, and dust fell in a cloud that enveloped the room, revealing the powerful and abundant power of the "witch doctor".