The wild boar was badly wounded. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The combination of the swept branches and the speed at which it rushed down was so striking that the rake-like arrows snapped into the boar, tearing the boar's skin apart. In this way, the appearance of the wild boar cannot be seen. There were horrific wounds on both sides of the body, as if they had been torn open by a Tyrannosaurus rex.

The spirit chattered and the clansmen who came out from behind the woods kept talking about Wang Chuan's heroic appearance. He didn't notice that the time they appeared was so short, and Wang Chuan himself was embarrassed to be seen by them so stupidly. Wolf Ting looked at the ramp and looked eager to try, hoping to try Wang Chuan's leap just now.

A few of the tribe's smarter ones ran early to see the traps. They didn't learn much about the pitfalls of the early Wang Chuan Sect, but after a few months of pondering, they finally began to slowly understand the benefits of the various things of the Wang Chuan Sect. Now that this new trap has emerged, they can also see the way out of it. One of them recovered, and then something was wrong, what happened to the one who hit the wood? Boom...... Well, it's good that the arrows were all carried by the boar, or else you giggle there.

Bihu was used to seeing Wang Chuan's old-fashioned appearance, and it was rare to see Wang Chuan have a childlike embarrassment, so his hunting of wild boars for the two women, as well as his performance when he grew up, were quickly publicized by him.

After this incident, the people of the tribe, led by Wolf Ting, began to play trick skiing. When the mother heard that Wang Chuan had grown up, she smiled even more, and then selected a daughter-in-law for Wang Chuan one by one from the girls in the tribe. picked and chosen, but felt that no one was worthy of her baby, and her mother became annoyed. In the past, these men were considered good if they had women, and if they could get one from the Dolphin Tribe, it would be called a blessing, and if they could get one from the Vulcan Tribe, they would be able to lift their tails to the sky. Take a look now, there are several tribes of women gathered here, but there is still no good one, and then think about it, even the women of the Vulcan tribe are not worthy of Wang Chuan. What should be the marriage of this child?

After the news of Wang Chuan's growth spread, Ling was the most dissatisfied. Because the mother drove her out of Wang Chuan's bed...... There is no him, because she is Qiao's daughter, and Qiao is not tall.

Because there is a section of the road to the Dolphin Tribe that is the same as the road to the salt mine, the road to the Dolphin Department only needs to drive the second half. Ten days later, everyone drove the road to the original cave of the dolphin tribe.

After the cave of the dolphin tribe was knocked off by a mammoth with a rock, there was a chain reaction, and half of the cave collapsed, and there was no need to repair it. So they built a wooden house outside the cave with a wall of rock that had collapsed in the cave.

It was only after the first wooden house was built that he returned to the dolphin tribe. Wang Chuan didn't expect him to be beaten so badly. The slow return was due to the fact that he was carried back on a simple stretcher.

People who have not done anything big will be extremely proud to make a little achievement. His head, face and body were almost smashed by someone, and when he saw that Wang Chuan wanted to stand up and laugh a few times, he touched the wound on his face, and he kept gasping in pain.

Wang Chuan asked him to put him on the baby elephant's sleigh and said, "I'll know the result when you come back." Everything goes back and talks slowly. The tribe will be able to fight with the Vulcan tribe without any more wars in the next half a year, and you will be a great contributor. Both the tribe and the grandmother will remember what you have suffered for the tribe at the risk of dying. Now all you have to do is take care of your body. ”

If the people are brought back, there is no need to stay on the side of the dolphin tribe. Gather a few people with you, along with a few people who went with you, and rush back to the tribe. Grandma is still worried.

He went with the disease: "He was worried that he would come back late, and kept telling us to hurry, sometimes when we were tired, he got up and walked by himself, and I don't know how many times on the way he cracked his wounds...... He also said that he was back and asked you to cook him a delicious meal. ”

Wang Chuan first said to them hard work before saying, "This time, I will definitely cook something that you have not eaten for you to taste, so that you will not take a trip from the ghost gate." ”

After the road was opened, it only took a little more than half a day to return to the tribe from the dolphin tribe stronghold. After going back to retreat the wounds of the disease, and checking the frostbite of a few people who accompanied him, Wang Chuan was busy preparing meals for these people.

There isn't much to eat in winter. It takes a lot of thought to come up with a few new dishes. The credit to these people is so great that not coming up with some new dishes is really not enough to reward them.

Bracken can eat young shoots in spring and summer, and only roots in winter. This kind of thing is everywhere in the ravine, and it was also a popular Bei Ye recipe in the tribe before. Now that it is in Wang Chuan's hands, he naturally can't eat it raw. Mobilize a few women to dig up a handful, clean it, put it in a large clay pot and mash it to pieces, soak it in water, scoop up the fine residue inside, and then filter it with a linen cloth, and what is left in it is a milky white liquid. The liquid was left in the cave overnight, and the next day the water was poured out, leaving the bottom with the starch from the fern roots. In later generations, some people liked to use this to make vermicelli. However, there are no steamers in the tribe. After Wang Chuan boiled the starch dry, he poured on the powder of Poria cocos, added a little salt, kneaded it into a ball, and fried it directly in the oil pan to fry it slightly, and what came out was the golden dumplings. If you don't eat all of your appearance, it makes people drool a lot.

This is the most troublesome dish, and once this one is made, the rest is simple. In winter, bamboo shoots can also be dug up. Stir-fry meat with bamboo shoots should fool these people. Heat the slate, put the fat and thin wild boar on it to fry the oil, and shred the bamboo shoots and fry them. This can be done a little more, so that everyone can taste it, maybe a few pregnant women will not have to do it themselves after learning it.

After copying the bamboo shoots, the slate is still hot, then smear with oil, pick out some of the newly caught fish today with fewer bones, cut them into circles, pour a little starch of Poria cocos, and fry them on the slate. After frying, sprinkle a little salt and you're ready to go. The fish with starch will have a little golden crispy skin when fried, and the little medicinal fragrance of Poria will also cover the fishy smell after frying. This flavor may not be very popular in later generations, but in prehistory, it was bluffing enough.

In terms of soup, Wang Chuan first boiled most of the pot of He Shou Wu soup, selected two four or five catties of large carp, peeled and cleaned, cut into sections and put them into the soup, added a little perilla stalk to remove the smell, and then boiled for half an hour, and then put a little salt under the pot. This soup became a great tonic. It is just right to nourish the body of a person who is injured in such a body.

The staple food is venison. In the past two days, I found a beehive and picked several pieces of bee candy when I was driving the road. Wang Chuan boiled it into honey pulp. Take the previously smoked venison to the charcoal fire and grill it, then smear a little honey and roast it, the fragrance Wang Chuan swallowed when he smelled it.

The meal was eaten in the fire pit of the cave. Wang Chuan moved the bed that Lambla had made before, set it high, and then put the clay pots where the food was placed one by one. Those who could serve at the table were Mother, Ji, and a few people who went to the Vulcan tribe together, and a few leaders and Kuan were accompanying them.

But this time we can't let them rob it. Wang Chuan stood at the table and gave them food. Every time you eat a dish, you must give it to your mother first, then to the sick, and then to the others. At the same time, Wang Chuan explained the practices, characteristics, and effects of these dishes on the side. The children of the tribe and others gathered outside, watching the play. The occasional little bit of food coming from the table can amaze the people outside for a while.

Things can still be eaten like this, and my mother felt that her dozens of spring and autumn seasons were in vain, and she was full of emotion. If it weren't for the instructions of our ancestors, how could we see these things if there was a fire man?

The food was even more tearful. He chewed every dish that Wang Chuan cooked slowly, and he remembered every word Wang Chuan said about the dish with his heart, and he only felt that he could eat these, not to mention being beaten for two days, it was worth it to be beaten for another twenty days.

The others were also amazed. These things are so delicious. It's just too little, no matter how much you eat, it's not enjoyable.

Wang Chuan kept dividing the dishes, handing a little to the people outside from time to time, and at the same time kept complaining: "The things are too simple, otherwise we can come up with some new ways to eat." After the beginning of spring, we will prepare the crops, and in the autumn there will be a harvest, and we will be able to eat more good things. ”

I hope that in this way, everyone can pay attention to next year's agricultural planting? Wang Chuan was thinking in his heart.