This night, in addition to being awakened by the roar of the beast outside the cave, and then disturbed by the strange sound in the cave, Wang Chuan slept quite peacefully. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the sun came out, the beast roared away, and the adults went out with their newly arranged tools.

The breakfast routine was not arranged, and after the children drank water in the stream and saw the strange behavior of the fire boy poking his teeth with a branch, they were about to go to study when they were stopped by Wang Chuan holding a rattan for breakfast. There are a few children who are older than Wang Chuan, and their strength value is much higher than him, and they will definitely be full of old fists when they encounter the situation of their companions' heads getting into the water. But now, in view of his reputation as a fire boy, several children also obediently stood and listened to the training.

Wang Chuan's request was very simple, breakfast was canceled. Everyone goes to fold rattans, as long as the finger-sized, disobedient rattan serves.

At that moment, his mother was standing behind him, preparing to chew and feed a few hungry and crying babies. Mother looked at his behavior with a curious expression, but did not stop it. Therefore, Wang Chuan also took a hand and commanded the children.

Praise those who move quickly, whip those who move slowly, and whip those who turn back the thorny thorns, and use the thorny one...... Well, I can't get my hands on it, so let him run. The child, who was too young, did not have enough strength to stay at the entrance of the cave and pluck the leaves from the rattan that he had brought back.

The wild child who obeyed the command for the first time was in pain, and from time to time there were cries at the entrance of the cave, and he ran around to avoid the rattans.

Wang Chuan himself folded some near the entrance of the cave and made a demonstration, and then dragged a large handful of rattan back. Next, the leaves are plucked, and the rattan is crossed and crossed, and the vines are put together horizontally and vertically, leaving a part on all four sides. After putting this together, fold the rattan on all four sides, and then thread the rattan one by one crosswise, and pull it tight at the same time. After wearing it to a height of half a meter, it is considered to be a lifting ear to hand over the excess part of the rattan together.

A rough rattan basket took shape, and the wild children were shocked as if they had seen another high-tech invention. The resentment of being whipped by rattan is gone, and they run fast one by one, rushing to break the rattan.

The basket made in this way is actually very undurable. Wang Chuan's strength is too small to pull the woven gap tightly, and at the same time, after the raw rattan is dry, the gap will become larger, so that the basket will easily fall apart. It may be better if you use bamboo or wicker weaving. However, there are no willow trees here, and there are bamboos, but there are no tools to break the bamboo strips. Now in this case, we must have it first, and whether it is good or not is to pay attention to it later. Anyway, the mountain is full of vines, and if it breaks, it will be made up.

When the rattan was almost broken, Wang Chuan called the children to his side and explained and demonstrated to them. By the time the third basket was made, the older children next to it had basically learned. Then he instructed them a few words, and left them to fold rattan and make baskets by themselves, and went down to the brook by themselves.

There are a lot of fish in the creek, which may be a deliberate ration for the children of adults. And the children only use their hands to fish for sticks and forks without any tools, and the harvest is really limited. Fish that have not been plagued by human tools do extremely well when facing baskets. It took Wang Chuan less than an hour to catch a small half basket of large and small fish, and a water snake that should have just eaten and rolled into a ball and looked at him with cute eyes. Wang Chuan decisively chopped off the head of the water snake with a stone and threw the snake's body into the fish basket.

It made him think he had to wear a pair of shorts, or the next time the snake would treat some part of his body like a fish. It's not scary to die, it's a bit scary to be bitten to death like this.

When I returned to the entrance of the cave, it was the middle of the day, and I picked up firewood and made a fire, and ate grilled fish at noon.

When the children saw the fish, their eyes lit up, and with so many fish, they could also have a full meal during the day, which was an experience they had never experienced before. So he shouted excitedly to pick up dead branches and leaves, and made a fire to roast fish.

While they were collecting firewood, Wang Chuan took a look at the results of their weaving in an hour. Very good, four or five baskets have been made. Of course, the requirements for these baskets can not be too high, the front is wide and the back is narrow, that is the design style, the left is high and the right is low, that is a personal preference, the top and the bottom are round, this should be made chic, but what is going on with leaving seven or eight holes at the bottom?

But the children's efforts are still worthy of praise, and it is customary to give the fish to the mother, and then give a snake without a head in the front and narrow in the back, a carp with a big palm on the left and a low on the right, and a loach with seven or eight holes at the bottom.

The grandmother expressed her surprise again at the basket they had woven and the fish they caught, and touched Wang Chuan's head again with a pair of fishy hands. Wang Chuan dodged by dividing the fish, but the other children were envious, staring at his mother's hand on his head one by one, and he didn't even care whether the fish in his hand was big or small.

After eating the grilled fish, Wang Chuan plucked two dandelions and roasted them, and served them as after-dinner fruits. It's autumn, and even dandelions are a little old. It doesn't seem to be long before it cools down. Time is pressing, don't rest after eating, and continue to make baskets. It is not very responsible to leave the knitting task to those children. The two naughty fellows took advantage of the time of lunch, and went to the creek to catch fish with the basket they had made, and came back less than half an hour with a pile of wet and twisted rattans, and did not catch a single fish.

The weaving work is carried out until the sun goes down. Before the adults returned, Wang Chuan instructed the children to pack up the baskets, pick up some firewood and fallen leaves into the cave, light the bonfire and wait for the adults to come back with dinner.

Today's adults came back a little later than usual. The men looked depressed, and some were wounded. The harvest they brought back was several strings of wild pears threaded on rattan and half a monkey that had been bitten by some beast of prey.

When the woman came back, she looked good. They said that there was a lot of fruit in the col of the big fallen tree that they went to today, and they saw that they couldn't bring much back, so they came back when they were full, and they didn't have to give them anything for dinner.

The cones they brought back were not much, and a dozen women, wrapped in a pile of tattered animal skins, were estimated to be less than thirty catties after being poured out. Calculated together, it is estimated that it is not enough for a day's rations in the tribe.

When the grandmother took the children to take out the fish left over from noon and the dozen baskets that had been woven for the day, the adults were shocked again. Especially those women, the glowing eyes when they saw the basket made Wang Chuan find the history of the same eyes of women in later generations in the LV store. Looking up and down, I can't put it down, and the tossing strength of trying to carry it is no different from that of women in later generations.

The women said that with these baskets, they would be able to bring all the cones back tomorrow for the winter. So that no one will be hungry this winter. Wang Chuan was skeptical in his heart, he knew such a thing as a cone. When he woke up here, his mother fed him this kind of thing. It is a small nut similar to a chestnut, but only the size of a finger, with a rounded cone like a hot air balloon, and a pinprick and a hard shell wrapped around the skin.

When the nuts are ripe, the needle shells will crack and the small nuts will fall, and they can be picked almost only by picking. When it is ripe, it looks like it is all over the mountains, and in fact, it will not be eaten by various rodents in three or five days. At this time, if there are suitable tools to catch mice and rabbits in these places, there may be some gains. But now the situation is over, these guys with stone spears and sticks who don't even have a pair of shoes rushed to the cone tree, and it is estimated that before they could find the animal, they were put down by three or five of them by needles.

The men were clearly still in the realm of chasing and hunting their prey. According to them, they were chasing a herd of deer with freshly polished tools today, but they did not catch up, and later on the way back they saw wild pears and were about to pick some big cats that had also encountered a group of monkeys and were chasing them...... The result was naturally tragic.

You have to eat a meal if you have more than one meter. Today's harvest is not much, and the cones have to be kept for the winter, so it is just right to take out the small animals hunted yesterday and the fish left over today. It's still hot, and the small animals hunted yesterday haven't been treated, and now they're starting to turn sour. Fortunately, Wang Chuan got half a fish and two wild pears that he caught today.

These pears look green, they are the size of a fist, and when they take a bite, the taste is coarse and astringent, and they almost numb their tongues. It seems that the children whose stomachs will never be bottomless are frowning and grinning and chewing, and tears are about to fall, and they don't know how to change their eating.

Wang Chuan decided to cook them and eat them. If you don't have a pot or anything, you wrap it in leaves, and you can dig up the soil where the fire was buried and bury it, and by the way, you can bury the fish in the leaves. Seeing that Kuan is for his sake, he also buried his in it. Then light a fire on it, and after half an hour the fire is opened. The smell of steamed fish came with a strange fruity aroma.

The scent once again caught everyone's attention. Can something be buried and roasted like this? Can pears still be roasted?

Ignore these ignorant people, the fish should be eaten while it is hot, and the pears can be dried. If you can't grasp it with your hands, you can eat it with a wooden stick, and the juice on the leaves also has protein, so you can't waste it.

Everyone saw that Wang Chuan was dripping with juice, and compared with the dry pieces of meat roasted in their hands, they suddenly felt that it should be more delicious to eat like that. You can try it tomorrow. And those roasted pears, can you eat them?

After eating the fish, start eating pears, take a bite of soft and glutinous sweetness, this is the right way to eat. Wang Chuan's face was full of enjoyment. The pears that are burned in this way are similar to those that have been steamed, and the moisture is well maintained. After steaming, the fruit acid of the pear is destroyed and becomes a starchy thing, which is powdery when bitten, similar to eating rice.

Seeing Wang Chuan's enjoyment of eating, he grabbed one and took a bite and said that it was delicious, and the distributionism that said it was good was destroyed, and several other pears were snatched away in the blink of an eye. The elder and respected grandmother also held one and gnawed happily with a mouthful of rotten teeth.