A thick taste without complex spices.

There is no cooking wine to remove the fish.

There is no delicate sauce to enrich the layers......

But none of this prevents all members of the Manniu tribe from favoring slate barbecue, the aftertaste of the juice bursting in the mouth, the meat roasted to the right quality, and so tender that people swallow it when they neglect to chew.

In addition to the witch chief, Lyton, and Li Zao, who was promoted by Lytton and can enjoy the highest treatment of the tribe......

The other members of the Manniu tribe were immersed in a process of taste bud enjoyment that they had never experienced before, and they couldn't extricate themselves. This also includes the punished tribal warriors.

The thrill of tears rolling in his eyes is a true portrayal of the heart of almost every tribe member. Barbecue...... Can it be compared to slate barbecue?

How can you compare the burnt taste like the bark of a tree?

"Chief, let's kill another sheep!" Lei Ju was so excited that he couldn't restrain the violent genes all over his body, and his eyes were murderous in the face of a few yellow sheep who were chained to the side.

Li Dunxin said: "If the loser is killed and eats meat, will the tribe still be able to develop the breeding industry in the future?" When will the small goal of a herd of sheep and cattle be achieved? Although his heart is impatiently tight, but Li Dun can't keep criticizing Lei Ju and others, too much suppression and ridicule will cause people's rebellious psychology, a successful leader, what needs is not only a lenient character, but also a fair and just treatment of everyone in the tribe: "Even if you kill a sheep, you and the tribal warriors can't share the meat, what to eat is different!" ”

"I ......" Lei Ju's head was dizzy and found that he seemed to be a sinner, and then he thought of punishment in a daze, as for a few days, how many meals he wanted, he forgot it, and asked in a short breath: "Don't kill the sheep first, and then kill it when we can also divide the meat, okay?" ”

He looks better than a beast and can't see anywhere, and the fierce looking man is like a ghost, and he pretends to be a father-in-law in a shrill voice, and is coquettish in front of Lyton...... Even Lyton, who had seen a big scene, was disgusted and almost vomited out of his job.

"Stop!"

Litton said that the selfless attitude of the iron mask could not be changed: "Whether to kill the sheep or not depends on the needs of all members of the tribe. It's not that you say what you say, just do what you think. ”

Lei Ju jumped up suddenly, and looked at the tribesmen one by one with unkind eyes, and the latter trembled in fright almost immediately, lowering his head and not daring to look directly at Lei Ju. Lei Ju soon began to threaten the other members of the tribe, he was weak when he faced Chief Wu and Litton, but to the other members of the tribe, the innate strong aura made him quite confident: "Who doesn't want to eat mutton, without my permission......"

Bang Bang –

A small stone bounced off Lei Ju's head and fell to the ground, causing the cave to swing with a crisp echo of the stone wall and the stone wall. Lei Juniu's eyes widened and he said angrily: "That blind plotter? ”

"It's me!"

Manager Wu can't stand it anymore, Lei Ju's brain belongs to an existence with no value to save. The chieftain, the former wizard is in the situation, and dares to threaten the entire tribe members. This guy wants to rebel! But in fact, although Chief Wu can't compare with Lei Ju in terms of force, he can easily play Lei Ju to death in terms of prestige and means.

This guy is also a dead type, stealing prey, burping in front of the tribal leader and the number two big man, and still when the other party is hungry.

Now it has intensified, threatening the rest of the tribe, where does this put the leader of the tribe, Lydon?

In the minds of Chief Wu or the rest of the tribe, Lei Ju will never be the leader of the tribe. Because this guy has no possibility of awakening the bloodline at all. He has passed the time of awakening. He was only a little stronger, a little stronger than an ordinary tribal warrior, and other than that, he was useless.

Bad brain.

The temper is also not good.

Plus he likes to eat more and occupy more, bullying tribesmen who are weaker than him...... It can be said that Lei Ju is not popular among the tribe. In contrast, Lytton is in a much better situation, he is the natural leader of the tribe, the heir recognized by the previous leader, and has the infinite possibility of bloodline awakening. Not only that, but in the perception of other members of the tribe, Lytton was also favored by the gods and was the darling of the gods. Until the hoax is exposed, Lytton is the tribe's only hope. And this sustenance will never befall Lei Ju's head.

Lei Ju looked like a balloon that had been punctured, and he suffocated it all of a sudden. Han smiled and said, "Manager Wu, I'm talking about playing, talking about playing." ”

Now that the witch manager sang the white face, it was time for the leader of Lytton to come out and sing the red face. As soon as he opened his mouth, he aroused strong support from the tribe members: "Brothers and sisters of the tribe, we have been in a period of food scarcity before, this has been around since the big leader left the tribe, and it has been going on for almost three years. But I firmly believe that the tribe will get better and better in the future, and the tribal plight is temporary and short-lived. Even when food is not sufficient, the tribe should try to meet the nutritional needs of each member. So, I decided to kill sheep and barbecue meat on the important festival of each tribe! ”

Banzai!

Banzai!

Cheers swept through the cave like a storm.

As a leader of the times, you must know that rain and dew are evenly wet...... Hey, it seems that the style of painting is not quite right (Litton made up for a while, and found that society has not progressed to this level), and he lamented in his heart, so he could only change his words, it should be - share weal and woe.

He thought so.

The superior should appropriately express his or her share with other members, and should not swallow good things alone, but know how to share. Of course, this kind of sharing is selective, for example, power, he will not delegate too much, there are only a few people in the Barbarian Cattle Tribe, if he is the shopkeeper, waiting to be abandoned by the tribe members! If one night in some time, the members of the tribe quietly got up, took advantage of the night to catch a glimpse of the sleeping shadow of Lyton, and left silently......

It is estimated that the next day, there are only two choices left for Lydon: to be eaten by wild beasts, or to find a tree with a crooked neck and hang himself, the process is comparable to the desolation of Emperor Chongzhen on the coal mountain.

Therefore, the necessary win over people's hearts is also what he needs to learn. Well, Lytton said that he had been a member of the masses for many years, and it was really a little unaccustomed to suddenly promoting him to a leading position.

In the era of food scarcity, delicious food is a wish that can make an ordinary person look forward to it for a long time. And the wilderness is exactly like this, if he can make a cream cake out, maybe even if he is not the leader of the tribe, he can be sought after and live well. Of course, as a leader, it is too common to use this method to win people's hearts. But the problem is that he also wants to make great strides forward, leading the tribe out of the darkness of the wilderness, crossing the bloodshed of the slave age, overcoming the rigid thinking of the feudal era, and moving towards the new era and living a new life...... But, comrade! No, I can't.

Resources, or resources!

The progress of each era is not accompanied by an increase in population, nor is it a strong force. It's the resources, the degree to which human beings use them.

The clearest way to explain this process is a sentence once said by a great man: science and technology are the primary productive forces.

One may ask, our African brothers, a few decades ago, lived a life of slash-and-burn farming, carrying spears and shields on the steppe...... In the forest...... The waves are flying. Going out is basically by feet, and communication is basically by roaring. But nowadays, not many of them have lived in the city, there are cars to go out, mobile phones for communication, and the African Liberation Army's step-Tan coordination is simply a myth of the times...... In this regard, the water ghost was speechless.

Well, this only shows that the prayers of our African brothers in their dreams worked.

Lytton, on the other hand, is different from whom he goes to pray.

Gods?

He has put on the robe of the god stick, but he has never been able to find the frequency band of contact with the god!

Therefore, if Lytton wants to manage the tribe, he can only use the most effective management methods. The emperor's mental technique is definitely not used, it is the most ordinary way to win over his subordinates. It is enough to give a little sweetness and let the members of this group of tribes remember Lytton for good.

This is a small favor, and every tribe member should receive a little boon as long as conditions allow. Even a small one can be a good way to win hearts and minds. If nothing else, lamb...... Savage is not a luxury, but in the process of hunting, the randomness of obtaining prey makes it difficult for savage people to choose.

The recipe of the savages, when they are lucky, may eat wild meat or even bear's paws.

But the next day, they might be on their table with an ugly-looking rat that doesn't even have much meat.

There are too many accidental factors, which make the barbarian people's expectation of a stable life even stronger. That's what Lytton needs to consider. Fortunately, the tribe has sheep, and at least four healthy sheep are the hope of the tribe's future. If you are lucky, you can catch a few sheep every once in a while and keep them in captivity, and after a few years of accumulation, the tribe will be able to follow the route of the nomads and thus embark on the fast track of expansion.

Lytton's promise gave the tribesmen a hope, the festival.

But as a cultural person of the tribe, the Manniu tribe used to be the biggest fool, the witch chief. The old man was puzzled, and muttered in his heart: "Does the tribe have a festival?" ”

Definitely not.

Holidays!

What a high level of social welfare, how could there be in the age of barbarism?

Some tribesmen even shouted, "We've got a festival, we've got a festival!" ”

"Damn, why doesn't you know?" Mr. Wu covered his cheeks, not a toothache, but a toothache. I feel uncomfortable and want to scold, but when everyone is cheering, it seems that I shouldn't spoil the fun. Looking at a group of silly tribesmen with sadness in his heart, Chief Wu felt an inexplicable sadness, compared to shamelessness, he seemed to be unable to catch up with Lyton's level in his life.

Under Lytton's relentless imagination of the future and unreliable planning, the Wild Bull Tribe seems to be just one step away from exploring space...... Feeling that the mood was almost encouraging, Litton returned his focus to the road of tribal development, engaged in animal husbandry, and gave priority to the development of potential aquaculture, to put it bluntly, sheep raising.

But what he didn't expect was that the reality was like a mocking face, which caught him off guard.

The members of the Wild Bull tribe were horrified to find their great leader, who bragged lightly, and his face was gentle and gentle, but within half an hour they saw Lytton talking to himself with joy by the sheepfold: "Mother." ”

"Mother's."

"It's a mother again, it's going to be developed!"

……

When Lytton stood in front of the last yellow sheep, he was dumbfounded, and then said angrily: "For the hair or the mother!" ”