The process of this hunt was the same as the first one, but this time there were too many prey, and I didn't see any animals that planned to resist desperately. After the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info gong sounded, those dense, all kinds of animals were frightened, and rushed to the runway, because the number of prey hunted this time was too large, and the types were very mixed, so in the process of running, there were many prey that were trampled and crushed to death.

There were so many prey driven in this time that they were scattered all over half of the valley. Qingshan was already happily closing his mouth, and the old pimple and the old paulownia were also full of red light with excitement, all of which were happy to get rich overnight.

Aoyama was completely carried away by the joy of the harvest. At this time, seeing that hunting was so simple to obtain so many prey, he thought about doing it again, trying to fill the valley, but in the end he was stopped by Tang Ge. Now that there are enough prey, even what to do with it has become a problem. The reason for fishing is very simple, and Aoyama knows it, but when they find that they can easily get a harvest that they couldn't think of before, they still can't help but want to catch more.

Now that you've hunted enough prey, it's time to process it into food.

Speaking of handling prey, Aoyama was worried again. It's not that these prey are hard to handle, but that there are too many of them to deal with at all. In previous years, the prey caught was slaughtered on the spot to make easy-to-preserve meat products such as bacon, dried meat, and jerky. But there are too many prey this year, and it will take a lot of time to deal with them according to the methods of previous years.

Tang Ge doesn't have any good ways to deal with this, but fortunately, these prey are all alive, and it doesn't matter if they can't be dealt with for a while, as long as they are circled and taken slowly, there will always be a day when they are slaughtered.

Now that you've made your decision, you need to do it quickly. So all the hunters laid down their weapons, turned into butchers, and began to slaughter their game in batches, and then make all kinds of meat products, leaving only the tame animals and the young that could be raised as domestic animals.

The butcher's knife was raised, the whole valley was filled with blood, the prey was put down and slaughtered, the animal skins were gradually piled up as high as a hill, and after the animal meat was divided, someone immediately pulled away the smoky and burned meat products that were easy to store. As for the bones and internal organs, they were piled aside indifferently, waiting for someone to be free and discarded en masse. You know, usually these things are also very valuable food for the tribe, but now no one is too lazy to take a look.

Under the command of Tang Ge, the whole process was orderly, and a simple assembly line operation greatly improved the work efficiency.

Tang Ge was very interested in the head of the first herd of bison, and after the unruly bull was slaughtered, he deliberately cut off a piece of fat and enjoyed a steak with the big stone. This bison is very large, but the meat is not old at all. After Tang Ge's simple processing, the steak made is delicious, tender and juicy, and chewy, which is simply a rare delicacy in the world.

After enjoying the steak, Tang Ge was in a good mood, so he collected a lot of beef tendon and oxtail. After dividing the oxtail into 20 or 30 centimeter pieces, it is marinated with coarse salt, Sichuan peppercorns, seasoning, cumin and other only spices. After the beef tendon and oxtail are marinated thoroughly, then pick out the spices, put them in a pot and boil the soup over high heat, then scoop up the spices, put the cleaned beef tendon and oxtail into the spice soup and simmer over low heat. After about two hours, take out the boiled beef tendon and oxtail and let them dry until they are cool, and a simple dish of spiced beef tendon and five-spiced oxtail is done.

The oxtail is the most active part of the cow's body, so the oxtail grows half tendon and half meat, and the tendon and meat without any fat are mixed together, which is almost all the essence of the cow. This kind of meat, which is slimy when eaten hot, tastes good but does not show the characteristics of oxtail. The best way to eat oxtail is to eat it only after it has cooled, and the crispy and fragrant flavor of the oxtail meat is fused together.

Not to mention the taste of beef tendon, Tang Ge chose all the small calf tendons of the front legs, after cooking, the beef tendons contracted into a round, thick conical shape in the middle of the two tips, after cutting, a ring of tendons and a ring of meat, if the blooming flowers are the same, it looks very beautiful.

Holding a piece of oxtail, tearing off a piece of crispy beef, and then chewing it with a mouthful of hot wheat kernel tea, the aroma of tea is wrapped in the aroma of meat, exploding in every inch of space in the mouth, with a chewy taste, it is a great enjoyment for people who have eaten this delicacy. So all the people who have tried Tang singer's art have all become captives of this kind of food. Especially the big stone, now it is not good to eat, every day he has to carry a few oxtails, gnaw wherever he goes, and even Tang Ge disdains the rice that he specially steamed in order to treat him, you must know that rice is in this era, but it is a precious thing among precious things.

The hunters were in a hurry to put down their prey, and watched with joy as they turned into food for their own winter, and in their busyness, laughter and laughter echoed around the bloody valley. As for the more and more migratory fauna gathering in the wasteland, except for Tang Ge, no one else cared about it for a long time.

Tang Ge has been tracking the group of wild horses, but the wild horses are very cunning, once they find a hunter approaching, they will follow the horse king gallop away, Tang Ge tried several times, but no matter how they rushed, this group of wild horses did not go in the direction of the trap. Tang Ge was furious and ordered to hunt several horses with throwing guns, and then he gave up hatefully.

On the night when Tang Ge temporarily gave up chasing the wild horses, he had a strange dream.

In his sleep, Tang Ge had a lot of animal skins, and among these animal skins, there were not only the saber-toothed tigers he had always wanted, but even the fur of giant tigers. These skins are oily and smooth, all flawless, and all of them are rare and good skins.

The sun was just right, so Tang Ge piled the animal skins under the sun to dry, piling them up one by one, and in the end they were as high as a hill. Satisfied, Tang Ge climbed the hill made of animal skins, lay on the soft animal skins, and basked in the sun happily, while thinking about whether he should add something to his family when he was so rich. The mammoth tusks came out of nowhere.

The stump raised his nose, flashed his ears, and rushed towards Tang Ge with a rumbling, frantically trampling on Tang Ge's property. Just as Tang Ge took out the black crocodile knife and planned to fight with the remnant teeth, the dream woke up.

Tang Ge looked out of the tent, dirty, bloody, unnitrated, piled up like a mountain of various animal skins, stupidly for a long time.

"What's wrong with me?"

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Why do you have such dreams?"

"Could it be that I have really become a primitive?"

Tang Ge asked himself over and over again, but there was no answer.

Walking out of the tent, Tang Ge stretched out a middle finger to the sky and scolded viciously: "Thief! You don't want to change me! Forever!!! ”

On this day, Tang Ge became nervous.

The slaughterhouse was fishy and smelly, and Tang Ge originally didn't like to come here. But on this day, he was dressed in a robe, stamped with blood, and smiling and talking a bunch of strange things to the hard-working hunters that no one understood. After baffling a group of hunters, Shi Shiran returned to the tent and wrote and drew on the animal skin with a piece of charcoal. While writing, he also talked to himself loudly.

"Drunk fishing rivers and lakes!"

"There is no nail in the rivers and lakes!"

"Drunken Drama Golden Scales!"

"The golden hook follows the silver thread!"

"Bend the bow and pick the best!"

"Hahahaha! Lao Tzu is really brilliant! ”

"Original, original! I hate those who steal poetry the most! Not technical at all! ”

"Isn't it better to change it to shoot Qiankun?"

"Good poetry, good poetry! I should show it to my fishermen and kill them! ”

Tang Ge held a piece of animal skin, laughed wildly, Dashi and Qingshan hid outside the tent, looking at each other nervously, neither of them understood what Tang Ge was crazy again.

Tang Ge cherished the piece of animal skin with a strange pattern on it aside, and picked up a new piece of leather and spread it on the simple table.

"What should I do?"

Tang Ge scratched his head and began to worry.

"Now that I'm running out of inspiration, I can't write poetry. I can't sing! What can I do? ”

Big rocks and green mountains were still hiding outside the tents, still staring wide-eyed.

"That's right! Let's write a genealogy of the Banpo dolphin! Do a good job of how many of us there are and what we have to do with each other. Tang Ge smiled and raised his "pen" to write. "Write the first ...... first Sorcerer...... Fat Witch ...... Father, Black Jiao, Old Wizard...... Mother doesn't know...... My brother is a sorcerer of Dushu, Geeyang, hehe, she turned out to be called Fat Witch, it must be a fake name. ”

Aoyama's heart froze, and he vaguely realized in his heart that something big seemed to be happening, but he couldn't grasp it. Big Stone still cowered outside the tent with a worried face, listening to the root of the wall.

"The Fat Witch family has written, and it's time for the green mountains below. Castle peak...... Tribal chieftain...... The position of tribal chief should be written so that his descendants will know what their ancestors did. Sheik...... Chieftain...... Chieftain ......"

When Tang Ge muttered words such as writing down the position, Qingshan's mind flashed like a thunderbolt from a sunny sky! He finally knows what Tang Ge is doing tomorrow! He's on the record! Unlike petroglyphs and knots, as well as oral stories, he is recording people and events in the tribe in an unprecedented way. He didn't know what it was called, but he understood what it meant.

Qingshan was carried away by this sudden thought, and involuntarily, like a walking corpse, walked into the tent and muttered, "Shi Wazi, are you ...... What are you doing......