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Don't look at the other people's hearts, even the rocks that have always advocated the use of traps for hunting are worried. But for Lytton, he is very confident.

From the time he led the people to walk along the riverbank for a while, he almost decided that the harvest of the fish cage would definitely surprise the others, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was enough to solve the food problem of the Manniu tribe for the whole winter, mainly whether the members of the Manniu tribe were willing to eat grilled fish all winter. Walking on the edge of the embankment, from time to time from the river from the sound of big fish slapping on the water, you can also see the scene of fish jumping out of the water, if such a bay can not catch fish, this is certainly not his reason, nor the reason of the fish cage. It's that the fish cage didn't go into the water.

According to Lytton's estimates, even without bait, the harvest of the fish cages is very impressive.

Faced with Lei Ju's disdainful reaction, Li Dunxin said: "Boy, there are times when you are surprised. ”

However, when he saw the two fat chickens on Lei Jupin's waist, his attention was immediately attracted. There is still a big difference from the old hen he has seen, mainly the feathers, which are too gorgeous, and compared with the old hen dirt and dirt style, the wild pheasant is definitely the leader in the fashion circle. And the feathers on the tail are also very long, indicating that this kind of chicken can fly, and it is unlikely to be raised if it is raised, and it is already half-dead, and I am afraid that it will not be able to be raised. Besides, flying chickens, even Lyton doesn't feel much value in raising, it's too troublesome.

"Is this your takeaway for today?"

I flicked the heads of the chickens with my hands and found that both chickens were gone, and the hope of raising them to eat eggs was completely shattered. But it's also good to use to improve your food, and it's great to have a pot of chicken broth that has been simmering for hours.

But thinking that the tribe doesn't even have a decent casserole, how can this chicken soup be boiled?

You can only give up.

Speaking of which, the Wild Bull Tribe is really poor, which makes Li Dun sigh. I don't know which of the previous leaders was in charge, but the only few pottery in the tribe were crockpots for storing water, and there were no guys who even ate and cooked. None of them are complete, either they are gaps, or they are simply broken.

Originally, Litton wanted to burn a batch of pottery, but he couldn't get it out of the high-end, but if he wanted to talk about ordinary pottery, it was really difficult for him. Regardless of whether it is the original pottery of the Li nationality or the black pottery of Shangri-La, the production process is very simple: choose the clay, then make it into a container, dry it, and pile up firewood and straw piles, or stuffy sawdust. It can take one to three days. You don't even need a kiln mouth, you can put it on an open space.

He had wanted to gather a process of making clay embryos in the tribe and then fire them uniformly. It's a pity that no one in the tribe will do it. And his hands are more trendy, and there is another reason that makes him discouraged, is it possible that he needs to make a set of utensils and cooking utensils for the entire tribe?

Is it good to tire people to death?

Lei Ju puffed up his chest and said arrogantly: "These two chickens were found on our way to salt mining, and we caught them. Do you think you can feed it, chief? ”

"I can't feed it, it's all wilted." After fiddling with the chicken's head, Lytton didn't need to continue looking. Besides, he can see the male and female of the sheep, because it is simple, and they are all on the belly of the sheep. But chickens and ducks are creatures, how can he distinguish between male and female? Or a breed he'd never seen before. If there is a big rooster, an old hen, he can tell the story with his experience of buying vegetables in the vegetable market.

But now ...... Forget it, let's eat!

But how to eat it?

Lei Ju handed an animal skin bag to Lyton like a treasure, pointed to the gray-white pieces of salt and said with a smile: "Chief, you see this is the salt we have picked, it is the best salt, you see this color, it is as pure as the snow in winter." ”

I pinched a small pinch of salt with my fingers and put it on the tip of my tongue, and the bitter taste and saltiness unique to salt made me feel refreshed. Bitterness, not because it is too salty, but because there are other minerals that are heavy in the salt. If you eat too much, you will be poisoned. Lytton also has a way to get rid of it, and the best choice is to use protein, ordinary protein is not enough, and liquid plant protein, such as soy milk. But where did he go to get soybeans?

"Not bad." Spit out the salt from his mouth, and Lytton verbally praised it once.

He then focused on how to cook the two pheasants, and when he reached the wilderness, Lytton seemed to become industrious all at once. Even he himself was a little strange for this thought, could it be that after having no mobile phone, no computer, no TV, and no Internet, the attribute of a special chef in the depths of his soul was awakened?

In the past, Lytton liked to eat, but not to make. Occasionally, I can make some, but more often than not, watch food shows on TV and find a restaurant to eat.

After arriving in the wilderness, he had to do it himself, and the best cook of the tribe was ...... Lei Ju, this is a little embarrassing. This guy's cooking skills are completely more than eat, and practice makes perfect. Even if it is Lei Ju's best barbecue, it is not worth mentioning in front of Lyton, what is the difference between it and Ru Mao's drinking blood, after eating a bite, you can still eat raw meat.

The pots and pans that jumped out of his mind made people's faces naturally not too energetic, and Litton was in such a state that several people in the tribe who had expectations for him began to get nervous. The boss needs to show enough confidence and full mental state at all times, which is a compulsory course for a qualified leader. Lytton, on the other hand, still has a long way to go in this regard.

Passing by a low-lying area, Lytton's eyes lit up.

Thanks to the rise of farmhouses in later generations, he recognized the large leaves that grew in the low-lying fields, and the rhizomes underneath were very tasty ingredients - taro.

"Stop!"

As a leader, at least someone will listen to his words. Now, for example, the members of the tribe looked up at Lytton in bewilderment, and the latter pointed to the depression and said, "Wait for me a moment." ”

As he spoke, he stepped into the depression with one foot deep and one foot shallow, holding a wooden stick in his hand, probing the earth below. Fighting tiger brothers, going into battle with father and son, after Li Dun killed the mud pond, Li Zao also followed. Even the rocks and the others were ready to go down into the mud pond. At first, everyone thought that Lytton was going to touch the loaches, this kind of fleshy and fat small fish was very favored by the tribe, but it was not easy to catch the loaches, especially the loaches in this mud pond were almost caught by the tribesmen, not to mention, the water level of the mud pond had all dried up, but the slimy silt was still very soft and glutinous.

In this case, there are no loaches to catch.

But Lytton was not interested in loaches, nor did he go down to the mud pond to catch them, but to touch the rhizomes in the ground along the large leaves.

Soon a taro the size of a fist was dug out of the mud and thrown onto the edge of the pond with the large leaf.

After washing in a place where there was water, the familiar plant finally appeared in front of him: "Li Zao." ”

The chubby Li Zao shook the fat on his body, and the specks of mud were scattered on his body, but he ran to Li Don without care.

"Open your mouth."

"Click, click."

"Is it delicious?"

"It's a little astringent."

"Is it toxic?"

"I can't eat it."

The people by the pond almost fell to the ground, this is their own brother! Pit to death and let his younger brother test the poison, and Lydon, the leader, did it.

Manager Wu couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked to Lyton's side, and cut a piece with a bone knife and put it in his mouth...... He is a shaman of the tribe, and even if he can't communicate with the gods, he has a lot of experience in identifying whether plants are poisonous or not. Every time the tribe discovers a new plant, he will identify it.

After closing his eyes and experiencing it for a while, Manager Wu suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed, "It's not poisonous, you can eat it." ”

Hearing that there was no poison, the rest of the tribe began to get busy. The temptation of food is irresistible to the Brute Niu tribe. As a high-starch food, taro has a good performance for maintaining the energy required for a person's daily activities. Specifically, just two words, carry hunger.

Compared with fruits with high sweetness, starchy foods bring people a feeling of satiety, which is incomparable to fruits.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lytton asked everyone to pick only the amount that the tribe needed that night, and they were not allowed to continue digging. After all, there is a wild cattle tribe around, and no one has the idea of fighting this wild taro field.

After returning to the tribe, the broken clay pot was slowly filled with taro, and the smell of earth was oozing. Lytton, on the other hand, hid aside and smeared the killed pheasant with salt and some spices he picked, and the condiments were not enough, but he was still full of anticipation for this delicacy. Carefully wrap the taro leaves. Then they made a ball out of the mixed wet mud, and then simply put the mud ball in the fire.

The water gradually boiled, the air was filled with the fragrance of taro, and the boiling water carried water vapor, ushering in another night. The members of the Manniu tribe sat in front of several broken jars, full of curiosity at first, and when the peculiar fragrance of food diffused from the crockpots, the sound of coo, coo, and swallowing saliva never stopped......