The river under the mountain is not wide, under normal circumstances, the water depth is only up to the waist of an adult, Yang Hao has been here for so long, he is still very familiar with this river, and there is no ferocious beast like crocodiles in it.

Let the prisoners of war drag the fishing nets into the water, and under the command of Yang Hao, the four prisoners of war were arranged on both sides, and two of them dragged a rope each.

The open net is like choosing people to devour monsters, trying to engulf everything in front of them.

Prisoners of war in the river slowly dragged fishing nets upstream, and about a hundred meters upstream, a dozen prisoners of war lined upstream, each holding a stick in his hand, walking downstream, beating the water.

In rivers that have not been heavily fished, the density of fish is beyond the comprehension of modern people, and some of the frightened fish even cross the surface and flee downstream in panic.

Watching the prey jump into the trap by itself, everyone couldn't help but get excited.

I couldn't take my eyes off the fish swimming around.

The passage of human beings stirred up the sediment under the water, and the clear water of the river became turbid.

The advancing prisoners of war who were pulling the net suddenly felt the rope in their hands tremble, and the dragging became much more difficult.

Although I couldn't see what was going on under the water, it was clear that something had entered the net.

The prisoners of war looked at the shore, but saw that Yang Hao had no intention of letting them stop, so he had to drag the fishing net and continue to walk forward.

The struggling fish in the nets were blocked in their way, and with their intelligence, they would not turn the other way at all, and as more and more fish came in, many of them were hung in the nets.

Yang Hao felt that it was almost enough, and sent some people to drag the fishing nets to the shore with the four prisoners of war.

The strength of the fish is still very strong underwater, and it took eight adults a lot of effort to drag the nets up.

The moment the net came out of the water, everyone was stunned, and it was densely packed with bouncing fish, which was so dense that it made people's scalps tingle.

The first attempt to have such a big harvest made Yang Hao very emotional.

Although human beings were scarce in ancient times, the abundance of species in nature did not know how many times surpassing that of later generations.

If it is placed in the future generations, I don't know how many people's appetites can be satisfied, but limited by the productivity of the times, no matter how much deliciousness there is, Yang Hao can only look at it.

So many fish, there are no conditions for rearing, so they can only be slaughtered.

This is only the first attempt at large-scale fishing, and there will be no second time in a short period of time until the salt is not delivered back in large quantities.

The people on the shore loaded the fish in the nets into baskets and happily transported the food to the tribe.

This first net not only caught a large number of fish, but even reptiles such as soft-shelled turtles.

This thing is easy to feed and supplement, so Yang Hao didn't let people kill it, and asked people to pack these things separately.

Without a scale, Yang Hao didn't know how much he would gain this time, but he estimated that this net was at least enough for a hundred people to eat for a day, and it was enough to eat.

got off to a good start, and everyone wanted to fish again, but Yang Hao didn't plan to continue.

The salt hasn't been delivered back yet, and those fish could stink in a day if they don't get rid of it in time.

In a sigh from the crowd, they returned to the tribe on the mountain.

This batch of fish suddenly made the tribe busy, and the skinny little child, looking at the fatty food, drooling elders, looked pitiful.

Naturally, the adults will not be kind enough to reward them, and they are also very greedy for these fish, but without orders from above, every fish is the public property of the tribe, and it is not a trivial matter if it is found to be taken privately.

Yang Hao has never been a fisherman, and he is not very clear about how to dry fish, so he can only do it according to the sporadic memories in his mind.

He had the impression that the fish were gutted and dried, and he didn't know what the principle was, or why they didn't rot when sunburned there, but he guessed it might have something to do with salt.

However, at present, Yang Hao does not plan to use salt to marinate, let the fish remove the internal organs, wash it, remove the mucus from the fish, and use thin branches to skewer the fish that are thrown in half.

Since I don't know the specific steps of drying, whether it is dried in the shade or directly, so only two methods can be carried out at the same time.

In order to prevent the waste of resources, there were not many fish used for drying this time, and ten fish were selected for each of the two methods.

As for the remaining fish, in such a hot weather, in the absence of an effective preservation method, Yang Hao generously rewarded these fish.

The highest-ranking people were naturally rewarded the most, with a whole fish per person, and the savages, and as for the lowest-ranking prisoners of war, they also had meat to eat, ten fish per her.

Yang Hao's generosity naturally won all gratitude, and the prisoners of war who had not tasted meat for a long time had this day as if it were the New Year for them.

Children with little labor value can't grab much meat, and when they are hungry, they even lick the meat residues left on the branches and in the pot.

Yang Hao saw all this in his eyes, people's hearts are flesh and blood, even if he is becoming more and more indifferent and selfish now, he is still very uncomfortable in his heart.

He always thought that he was here to save the world, as if he was like a god standing on a high place, looking down on the crowd at his feet with an outsider's eye.

But seeing these children who are like African refugees, he knows that he is no different from the people of this era, just one of these beings, living cautiously, if there is a difference, it may just be the goal he is striving for for that glimmer of light in his heart.

Nowadays, with the exception of the army, the tribe is basically a mixture of private and public ownership.

Although the vast majority of the materials were centrally distributed by the tribes, individuals could also own their own property, but the tribes did not even have the rudiments of commerce, and the characteristics of private ownership were not so obvious.

And this fish feast, Yang Hao is naturally different, as a modern person, he will naturally pay more attention to eating.

I cooked it myself, and I made a hearty meal with simple ingredients.

Looking at the way the girl was eating with her mouth full of oil, Yang Hao knew that his cooking skills should be the top in this era.

I used chopsticks to pick up a small piece of fish, and it tasted a little fishy, but compared to other people's simple grilling, it was already delicious.

This meal, Yang Hao ate a lot.

"It would be nice if the tribe didn't have to worry about whether they had anything to eat for the next meal."

Thinking of this, Yang Hao was very helpless.