The morning breeze caressed with a hint of chill, and on the land without fire, the ashes moved slightly with the wind.

"Poof."

A bone shovel fell, and a big foot stained with dirt and ashes followed, stepping on the horizontal wooden stick on the top of the bone shovel bone, and stepping hard, the sharper bone shovel sharpened by the soil sank into the dirt for the most part.

Big Foot left, the bone shovel lifted, and a wet piece of dirt rose.

With the help of the wind, some of the ashes on the surface of the dirt escaped, and the rest were buried in the ground by the turned dirt.

The senior brother wiped the sweat from his head, spit two mouthfuls into the palm of his hand, rubbed each other, and then held the handle of the bone shovel that had already been polished and slippery, and then turned the ground, refusing to relax for a moment.

It's not just him, but the rest of the people are doing the same, turning the floor in full swing, and when they play with their spouses in their arms at night, they don't have the same hard work as they do now.

Thinking of the unforgettable dried millet rice they had eaten the night before, and the enchanting scene that Miko had depicted to them, they were all full of energy.

Although Miko said that the millet needs to wait until the next spring when the flowers bloom before planting, and there is no need to be too hasty about turning the ground, they still want to turn the land out as soon as possible.

In this way, they will be able to harvest a lot of millet and eat delicious millet rice every day, just like fish and meat today.

Oh, no, you have to add fragrant, sticky, and warm millet porridge in your stomach.

Many people even think that the golden millet porridge is more delicious than the deer milk cooked by Miko occasionally adding some wild vegetables that have been watered and sprinkled with some salt.

People are like this, they can't help but move forward.

In the beginning, all the Qingque tribe pursued was two meals a day, and no one would starve to death under the austerity.

Later, after not worrying about food, I naturally began to pay attention to the taste of food.

In this regard, it can be said that it has far surpassed several nearby tribes.

Well, that doesn't seem right, and the rest of the tribes are also looking for taste, such as the leader of the green tribe who is now rubbing the green leaves on his head and falling straight down.

Carrying a large vat with all the black ash rubbed off outside, holding two clay pots, and working hard but full of interest all the way, as soon as they returned to the tribe, they were warmly welcomed by the people left behind.

One by one, the people who returned with pottery raised their heads, as if they had hunted a great deal of prey.

The leader of the Green Tribe, who was the leader, was even more satisfied, beating his chest with his hands to show his strength and ability to the tribesmen.

If he hadn't gone this time, he wouldn't have been able to exchange these three pieces of pottery with just the not-so-good food he brought!

And he also got a promise from the god son of the neighboring tribe that he could exchange for things in the future with furs and ears of grass that no one in their tribe eats.

When he thought of this, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

For someone who likes to take advantage, there is nothing more pleasant than taking such a big advantage.

Food is very precious in the tribe, and he is a little reluctant to exchange these for pottery, but the fur is not so particular, after all, after years of hunting, their tribe has accumulated enough fur, except for everyone's body, there is still a lot left.

As for the kind of grass that tastes bad, he is not rare.

Looking at the people of the tribe who were stretching out their hands to touch the clay jar from time to time, looking extremely curious, the leader of the green tribe became even more happy.

He waited for a while, opened his mouth and let out a whooshing sound, and kept waving his hands, directing everyone to act.

Although it was not yet time to eat, he ordered the crowd to start cooking.

He can't wait to show the results of this exchange.

He wanted everyone in the tribe to eat delicious food, and the tribe to be more respectful to him.

As he thought so, he suddenly felt a little smug in his heart.

That tribe would not provide them with delicious soup, so now they made it themselves, and with this vat, that delicious food, they could enjoy it endlessly.

The people of the Green Tribe, remembering what they had seen in the wealthy tribe, took a few stones and placed them beside the fire.

Then he was asked to take two clay pots to a spring not too far away to draw water and pour them into the vat.

The two clay pots were not brushed, and the large vat that was carried all the way back was also not brushed.

After the water was added to the half of the tank, three men carried it to the stones placed around the fire.

Although this process was a bit laborious, everyone in the Green Tribe did not find it hard.

Once that's all in order, it's time for the Green Tribe Leader to perform.

He smashed the meat that he had hit before leaving, and smashed it with a stone knife, and threw it into the vat, and in order to show his pride, he made the meat very large.

It's autumn now, the temperature is not too low, and it took about three nights and four days from going to the Qingque tribe to coming back, and the meat already has some taste.

The people of the Green Tribe obviously didn't care about this, and they didn't have eaten meat that tasted bigger than this.

The water in the vat has begun to smoke, the leader of the green tribe stood aside, looked around at the people who were looking at the vat expectantly, in order to show his professionalism, he folded a stick back, and learned from the green finch tribe when cooking, the unwashed wooden stick was directly poked into the vat, stirring it from time to time, it looked decent.

Although there is a special pottery bowl tied under the stick used by the Qingque tribe......

The leader of the green tribe also made full use of his brains to solve the problem of the pot lid, he first used a few wooden sticks to stand on the mouth of the pot, and then covered the leaves of the yellowed trees that he ordered people to pick one by one, which did look like a pot lid.

As for the soup spoon, he only realized it when the food was about to come out of the pot, and then he remembered the bowl for eating.

I only thought that I could do whatever I wanted if I had a big vat, but the soup had not yet come out of the pot, and I had to encounter problems one after another, and it seemed that I would have to go to that tribe again after waiting.

The Green Tribe's only, burnt black bowl was taken.

After looking at the layer of ash on the outside of the bowl, the leader of the Green Tribe finally didn't use it to scoop the soup directly.

He picked up a bowl that had been cleaned with some water, scooped half a bowl of soup with oil flowers floating in the vat, and then couldn't wait to send it to his mouth.

The people of the green tribe around them all swallowed saliva and looked at each other, and they could only wait first without a bowl.

@#￥！

Before he could drink it, the leader of the Green Tribe couldn't help but secretly praise his good cooking skills.

After a little hot soup was sucked in, the expression on his face became very enjoyable.

It's just that this enjoyment quickly disappeared, and he smacked his lips with some doubts, and quickly took a small sip, but the puzzle on his face became even heavier.

This unexpected reaction of his made the people around him also wonder, they did not understand why the leader had already drunk the delicious broth, and why he behaved like this.

“#￥%HYU！”

The leader of the Green Tribe spoke suddenly.