The violent game Wang Tian didn't get it in the end, not because he was distressed and would hurt these kids, but because he ......

The big ones are all labor, and there's no time to drive them crazy at this stage.

So after the people in the tribe finished work, they saw a group of children jumping rope, jumping lattice, and kicking shuttlecock.

Xiao Ling can already play with the hula hoop quite slippery. The talent is very high, this kind of hula hoop Wang Tian can't play, he can't even turn his waist twice before he has to fall off.

Everyone looked at the frolicking children, their faces were showing kindness, everyone's hard work, to put it bluntly, is for these children.

Prioritizing the supply of adults during days when food is scarce is also a last resort, because only in this way can the entire tribe continue to reproduce.

But parental love is nature, and animals are still like this, let alone humans.

Seeing the children who are now well-fed and well-fed because of the food, playing games happily, as adults in the tribe, there is a sense of pride and gratification.

By working hard, you can bring enough food and a safe environment for the children of the tribe. That's happiness.

Looking at the laughter and laughter of the Manchu tribe, Wu Ye was full of satisfaction and satisfaction like everyone else.

He felt that the gods might have never ignored him, but the tribe was getting better and better in his own hands, which gave him a pride that was not inferior to any other generation of witches.

When eating, everyone found that the original three soup pots had become six. Neatly arranged in the cave - on the right.

In addition to the fish soup, the other three pots were filled with food they had never seen before.

When the second brother and everyone learned that this was the unbearable konjac that made the whole body itch, fear drifted through their eyes.

After that, their faces showed a look of regret, in their opinion, they were blind to three soup pots, and this kind of plant that can make people itch to the point of horror left too much impression on them.

They have eaten it raw, roasted and eaten, but they still make the following judgment about it: something that cannot be considered food.

Is there really a way for the Son of Heaven to make it an edible food? Everyone was skeptical.

If it was something else, such as pottery, lime, metal axes, etc., the Son of Heaven would tell them that these things would blossom and everyone would believe them.

But as a seemingly edible food, primitive people who have a persistent pursuit of food have also given up on konjac.

Countless attempts over the generations have proven that this plant is inedible, even if its stems are so prolific, even if it is everywhere around the tribe.

The people looked at Wu and hoped that no one would explain to the Son of Heaven that they had already cooked and tried this food.

They remembered that Wang Tian had told them about the benefits of drinking boiled water: it could kill invisible insects, so that they would not have stomach aches again.

But this konjac really can't be cooked.

"Son of Heaven, this... All the witches tried to turn it into food, but they didn't succeed, and they really couldn't eat it. Wu said everyone's thoughts, this is the truth, and he has already slapped himself in the face.

"Everyone, please believe me, after my processing, this konjac has really become food, although he is not very hungry, but eating it is still good for the body." Wang Tian began to persuade the people.

Then he picked up a bowl and made a bowl of konjac tofu and ate it in front of everyone.

Under the frightened eyes of everyone, Wang Tian finished the bowl, and then showed an aftertaste expression.

But the doubts on everyone's faces didn't seem to subside, and the eldest brother stepped forward at this time and said cautiously: "Son of Heaven, you are different, you are the incarnation of the gods, and these devil's food naturally has nothing to do with you. ”

Wang Tian didn't expect that the identity of a god stick would cause such trouble.

Unexpectedly, everyone believed in the gods, and Wang Tian could only promote konjac tofu in the name of the gods.

He first adapted the legend of the origin of konjac tofu and told everyone about it, and then told everyone that it was the gods who told him.

It was the gods who allowed him to bring this kind of food that was beneficial to everyone to the Celestial Dragon tribe.

Then he had to find a willing experiment, and as a witch who was also a god, he naturally became his target.

"Wu, the gods have already told me the method, reprocessed these foods, you see they are completely different from the original stems, you can rest assured, they are really edible," the god dissuaded Wu bitterly.

I didn't dare to touch these konjacs until they were processed, but there really wasn't anything terrible about the konjac that was made.

"Wu, you will become the first generation of witches to turn this devil's food into a delicious delicacy for everyone, and your glory and contribution will forever be recorded in the records of the tribe."

As a wise man in the tribe, this is your duty and obligation.

Wang Tian, who really had no choice, could only buckle up with a big hat.

Just as Wu Zheng hesitated and took the pottery bowl handed over by Wang Tian, a small figure flashed up.

Wang Tian found that it was Ling'er who stood up, she used a soup spoon to beat a bowl of konjac tofu, did not speak, stood in front of the stage and picked up chopsticks, and ate it in two or three bites.

After that, he said angrily: "You don't believe in Brother Tianzi, don't you know how many things Brother Tianzi has brought to the tribe?" I also participated in the production of this tofu, and I also touched the finished tofu with my hands, and now I eat it again, isn't it all good? ”

After finishing speaking, he went to fill another bowl in a huff, not to support Wang Tian again, but because konjac tofu is really delicious.

Eating in the mouth is full of Q strength, smooth and non-sticky teeth, gently inhaled into the abdomen, lips and teeth only leave a faint alkaline water fragrance.

Wu was interrupted by Xiao Ling, and was instigated by Wang Tian's magic stick, and his face was a little unbearable.

As soon as I gritted my teeth and stomped my foot, I picked up the bowl and went down with a few chopsticks, and most of the bowl of konjac tofu was eaten.

When the food was eaten in his stomach, Wu felt that his teeth were better, his appetite was better, and his food was delicious, but he didn't expect that it was the illusion that tofu brought him.

Wu felt that it was very useful, and the rest of the bowl became savored, and he felt that this kind of devil's taro was tailor-made for an old man.

In the future, my mother will never have to worry about my bad teeth. Wu looked happy.

When everyone in the tribe saw Wu and Xiao Ling eating, they were not only fine, but they also looked very happy, all with incredible expressions.

It seems that the gods in the story have really found a way to turn this devil's food into food that even ordinary humans can eat.

They never doubted the ability of the Son of Heaven, but they regarded konjac as a food for the gods, and after eating konjac tofu, they affirmed this even more.

This is a completely different form of food from the past, the fish naturally looks like a fish, and the wild vegetables and fruits are still in this shape when they are cooked, but the konjac in front of him, if Wang Tian doesn't say it, no one can think of that terrifying plant at all.

Seeing the tribesmen who gradually let go of the people who came to eat, Wang Tian finally smiled happily, because the world's first food that needed to be processed was born in his hands.

Wu was even happier, this kind of food he loved the most, such a big pot, was actually made from just one rhizome.

Not only are these rhizomes abundant in the wild, but they are not collected by any tribe at all.

Wu deeply felt that with the presence of the Son of Heaven, food was not the same thing at all.