Wang Lang doesn't care so much about whether he is majestic in the tribe, there are more than a dozen people in the tribe today, most of them are women and children, and these people are all related by blood, many of them are half-brothers, and everyone only knows their mother but not their father.

Wang Lang feels that this may be the so-called matrilineal clan society, for a female society that only knows its mother but does not know its father, why is the leader a man, after such a long time of living in the barbarian era, Wang Lang feels that this is also very understandable, women are not as strong as men, and men often occupy a dominant position in the acquisition of food, men live with the tribe, and women just ensure that the tribe can reproduce.

All civilizations in the history of the world are male superiority and female inferiority, even in the modern society after the women's liberation movement, the ideology of male superiority and female inferiority is still deep-rooted, there is a saying that women can set the top of half the sky, Wang Lang sneered at this sentence, the continuation of a country, the development of a civilization, the role of women is minimal, if a civilized man is killed by another ethnic group, women will only open their legs to accept the seeds of the enemy, and there will be no trace of that civilization after just one generation.

But as long as there are men who survive the massacre, there will always be people who go forward to restore their own civilization, and there are many examples in history of the restoration of the country after the destruction of the country after decades and hundreds of years.

Moreover, in the world before Wang Lang, due to the invasion of Western culture, women became more and more open, and a joke circulated among the people expressed people's helplessness in the era of the collapse of etiquette and music.

Although now, including Wang Lang, everyone is running around the world with bare butts, Wang Lang did not have the conditions to do things other than survival before, but now the tribe has a relatively safe place to live, and the progress of tools has made it easier and easier for people to obtain food, and some moral concepts have surfaced in Wang Lang's mind, and now he can weave simple cloth, and the days of naked running are about to become history.

Wang Lang plans to subtly let people accept the concept of male superiority and inferiority of women after the tribe grows in the future, as for what kind of ghost things that men and women are equal, let future generations toss it themselves after hundreds of years and thousands of years.

Wang Lang was thinking nonsense here, everyone over there had already finished cleaning up the ingredients, and a group of people gathered around the four fires, staring directly at the tumbling pieces of meat in the clay pot, and the meat skewers that were roasted on the fire, and everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Jianya and the others scratched their ears and cheeks by the fire with salt, they didn't know how to start, under the constant urging of people, they were very irritable, their eyes looked in the direction of Wang Lang, and they saw where Wang Lang was sitting in a daze, and came to Wang Lang with a salt jar, scratched his head and said: "Lang, we don't know how much to put in this thing, or you have to come." ”

Wang Lang nodded, took the clay pot and came to the crowd of onlookers, people saw Wang Lang coming, and they all hoped that Wang Lang would quickly put the salt in it and eat the delicious food just now.

Wang Lang pinched a little salt and sprinkled it into the clay pot, stirred it with a wooden stick, then took a clay bowl and tasted the soup, then took out a little salt and sprinkled it in, tasted the taste again, and nodded with satisfaction.

People's eyes moved with Wang Lang's movements, and if they stood aside and looked at these people, they would definitely feel very funny.

"Lang, how's it going?" People can't help but ask.

"The taste is okay, put it little by little when you put salt, rather put less than more, and taste it every time you put it. Fire, you come to taste the taste, and you can get the meat in a few other clay pots. Wang Lang said as he handed the salt shaker to the fire standing beside him.

Huo excitedly took the salt shaker, scooped out a little soup from a clay bowl, and tasted it, his eyes full of intoxication.

The onlookers on the sidelines, seeing him grinding and rubbing, and his expression of being beaten were very unhappy, and they couldn't wait to grab the salt and try it themselves, urging him to hurry up.

Huo didn't expect that he was almost angry, and he didn't dare to continue to delay, so he learned from Wang Lang, carefully pinched out a little salt, put it in the broth, stirred it with a stick, scooped out a little soup with a pottery bowl, tasted it, it seemed that the taste was a little wrong, and pinched some more, Huo wanted to put it a little bit, but under the sudden urging of people, his hand shook and put all the salt in his hand.

Wang Lang subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, this scene was really unbearable to look at, and he put so much salt into it at once, it is estimated that he can die if he eats this meat.

Huo turned around and wanted to ask Wang Lang if this was a bit much, but when he saw Wang Lang's constipated expression, he knew that he had messed up, so he took a bite of the soup, and his face instantly turned red.

"Poof!" In a flash, I squirted out all the soup I had drunk.

"Water, water."

The fire threw down the salt pot, and under the puzzled eyes of the people, and Wang Lang's laughter, he ran to the water tank, and the cow drank a few large bowls of water, and the thirst and strange feeling in his mouth improved a lot.

"I thought I was going to die!" Huoxin said with palpitations.

Wang Lang couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's not that serious, this is the result of putting too much salt, this jar of meat can't continue to cook, just pour out the water and add some water to cook again." ”

Huo remembered the lesson just now, and planned not to mess up again this time, and was about to continue to add salt to the other jars, but was pushed away, and turned his head to see Jianya looking at him with disdain.

"What are you doing, Jianfang!"

Strongfang's rude behavior infuriated Fire, who glared at Strongtooth angrily.

"I'll do it next, you wasted so much salt, you go and clean up the clay pot just now, if according to the previous rules, you waste such an important thing, there will be no food to eat for a day." The sharp eyes of the firm teeth met the fire, and they did not back down in the slightest.

Although Huo Xin was angry, he also knew that what Jianya said was the truth, in the past, the tribe often starved to death, the difficult living environment, and the lack of food made them understand the preciousness of survival resources, like the mistake they made just now, not giving food is already a very light punishment, Huo subconsciously turned his gaze to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang didn't expect things to develop into this situation, originally he thought that this was to let people understand the use of salt more objectively, but an unexpected episode made the atmosphere a little weird, and Wang Lang was also very helpless.

"Fire, you just do what you want to do with your teeth, and the other punishments will be waived, but you must not be careless in doing things in the future, this time it will be a lesson!"

Huo beat his chest with his fist, and expressed his importance to Wang Lang's words with the most solemn movements of the tribal warriors.

Jianya made a guarantee when he saw the fire, and patted the fire on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Although a small conflict was resolved, Wang Lang always felt an indescribable taste, which made him feel a little irritable.