The food obtained is not directly proportional to efficiency, which is why rabbits and pheasants are not treated well by primitive people, who may not understand what the work-output ratio is.

But the main labor force of the tribe cannot waste all their time and energy on these foods, which are destined to not meet the needs of the whole tribe, and they still know it in their hearts, in the words of later generations, like a mirror in their hearts.

Now that the Son of Heaven is collecting guano again, what is the use of this thing? There is no need to carry it all the way back to the tribe from here to make fertilizer!

And the old loofahs collected just now are all bones left, what's the use of collecting them?

Holding the same idea are the boss boss and the second brother of King Kong, and the traps set by Wang Tian along the way are very delicate and meticulous.

But can these traps really catch those nimble hares? Even if they can catch live rabbits, will they really be as the Son of Heaven said, and these pheasants and hares can become the main source of meat for the tribe in the future?

With these "little meats", raising them can really satisfy the needs of the entire tribe for meat?

When Wang Tian had finished collecting the guano and he looked around again, and after making sure that there were no more useful plants, he handed the basket containing the guano to the second brother.

The second brother took his basket and informed him that it was time to eat, and Wang Tian, the second brother and the eldest of the leaders came to the fire where they were camping and sat down, when the leader dug out a few roots the size of potatoes from the fire and handed them to him.

This surprised Wang Tian again, could it be that even the potatoes were discovered by everyone? Potatoes seem to have been the main food of the Indians of the Americas.

Wang Tian hurriedly asked everyone, where was this root block collected? He really has a sense of time and space now, which is very unscientific.

The boss of the leader called two female primitives, these rhizomes were collected by them, but after understanding what Wang Tian meant, everyone shook their heads.

Then the second brother of King Kong told Wang Tian that this was not the rhizome of a plant, but the seed of a plant.

The words of the second brother of King Kong surprised Wang Tian, and the potatoes that grew on the trees? He hurriedly asked, "What kind of tree is it, and are there any that haven't been roasted?" ”

The second brother told him that the fruits did not grow on trees, but on a kind of rattan, and then he was brought to him.

Wang Tian looked carefully at these potatoes growing on rattans, this time he was completely confused.

The second brother and the hand both know each other, which proves that the tribe has eaten this thing before, that is, it is not poisonous, and it can be eaten with confidence.

Seed, or fruit? Why does it look so much like a potato, Wang Tian picked up a lump of soil, rubbed it on the ground with his hands, opened the burned carbonized shell, and put a piece in his mouth with his hands.

After chewing, he only felt that the taste was similar to that of potatoes, soft and glutinous, and it seemed to have a lot of starch content.

But it's not a potato, it's not a root that grows in the soil, it's a seed? In addition to being much darker than the potato skin of later generations, the appearance and texture are the same as that of potatoes.

The reason why Wang Tian didn't know him was because he grew up in the south and was an authentic southerner, so he didn't know this kind of yam egg.

What he eats now is yam eggs. It is clear to people in the north that yam and yam eggs are not the same thing.

Yam eggs are the seeds of yams, and the seeds of yam are flat and oval, similar to eggs, so the working people add "eggs" to comply. It is knotted on the vines of yams.

So when Wang Tian asked what kind of plant was the rhizome, everyone shook their heads.

It is medicinal and edible, and has won the love of later generations, and is almost a common food on the table of ordinary people in many areas. There is also a history of the origin of his name.

It has not been a lifelong hit, and because of its name, it has become a tragic "unlucky egg" in history, and has had the humiliation of changing its name many times.

Its original name was "Potato Root", and it met Emperor Daizong of the Tang Dynasty called Li Yu, only "Potato" and "Yu" should have the same sound, in order to avoid the emperor, so it had to be publicly renamed "Potato Medicine".

I thought that this change should be peaceful for life, but God teased again, and another Song Yingzong Zhao Shu became the emperor, and "potato" is homophonic with "Shu", in order to avoid "Shu", I had to change it to "Yam" again.

After a series of twists and turns and a sad name change, the name "yam" was finally used safely in later generations when there was no emperor, and it was not easy to be a plant.

In some parts of China, potatoes are also called yam eggs, which are actually two completely different things, but the two are indeed very similar, so it is no wonder that Wang Tian misunderstood.

After learning the situation, Wang Tian was no longer in a hurry, he planned to eat it and then go to see what it was, the world is so big, there are no surprises, and there are potatoes growing on the tree, Wang Tian sighed with emotion, and pulled out a chicken called Hua from the fire.

Called flower chicken, also known as Changshu called chicken, simmered chicken, is a traditional famous dish in Changshu, Jiangsu, the production method of called flower chicken in later generations is complicated, in addition to wrapping it with soil to make it, in fact, it has little to do with the name of flower chicken.

But now what Wang Tian has in his hands is a veritable flower chicken, only salt is added, and there is no other seasoning.

The clay wrapped in the outer layer had been turned into a hard lump of mud by the fire, and when a stone was picked up and lightly tapped on the surface, the clod cracked, and an enticing fragrance wafted out.

Everyone couldn't help but inhale and inhale deeply with their noses, including Wang Tian, who had been running all morning, and they were already hungry.

Carefully turn over the mud, gently hit the mud stuck to the chicken with a stone, and after loosening, pick it with your hand, a piece of sticky chicken feathers falls off, and the yellow and tender chicken skin comes out.

At this time, the fragrance was overflowing everywhere, and the hungry people moved their index fingers after smelling it, and they stretched their necks to look at this side.

Wang Tian asked people to take a piece of cleaned broadleaf and spread it on the ground, and everyone worked together to take out all the chicken from the mud, and at this time Wang Tian saw that the leader put five chickens that had not yet been cracked into the back basket.

I'm still worried that I won't have enough to eat, so why do I put it away and take it back to the tribe to eat? Seeing the confusion on Wang Tian's face, the leader pointed in the direction of the tribe.

Wang Tian knew that he was going to bring it back to the tribe for Wu He to taste at home, but Wang Tian shook his head and told him that when he returned to the tribe in the afternoon, the traps along the way would definitely be rewarded.

The leader saw Wang Tian's insistence, and he didn't insist on taking it back, Wang Tian was moved when he saw this situation, the lovely primitive people, when they met delicious food, they thought about others anytime and anywhere, and thought about the big companion in the tribe.

He stepped forward, put a chicken called Hua back into the back basket, smiled and said, "Take one back, you can let Wu and the third child taste it when you return to the tribe." ”

Wang Tian was a little cowardly, in case on the way back, there was no prey, and it would be a shame, so he thought about it and left an insurance.

The leader smiled when he heard it, and didn't say anything, and after all the 11 chickens called Huaji were dismantled and chopped, Wang Tiandi gave the leader and the second brother a chicken leg.

After that, all the people of the tribe stepped forward to eat in turn, although they were hungry, although their saliva had flowed all over the ground, this group of lovely primitive people still adhered to the rules of the tribe.

11 are called flower chickens, Wang Tian only left two chicken legs, the tribe needs order and privileges, he can actually leave one for himself, but he doesn't think he needs it.

Handing food to the chief and second brother is a form of respect and a necessary way to ensure the authority and order of the entire tribal leadership.

After tasting the flower chicken made by Wang Tian, everyone was once again impressed by the magic of the Son of Heaven, who could extract delicious salt from the stone and soil; Jars made from clay can be used to make delicious food;

Now you can make such delicious food by directly covering the food with soil and burning it on the fire, and the soil is simply omnipotent in the hands of the Son of Heaven.

After lunch, everyone dug up the rhizome of the yam according to Wang Tian's request, Wang Tian only said one word about the city people after reading it, and then he smiled at the yam, and was about to pack up and set off for the dogtail mountain pass, but suddenly felt the ground shake.

Looking ahead, in the dust, everyone saw a herd of wild boars rushing towards the tribal camp, bringing up a cloud of dust and smoke......