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The soup in the pot was made by Wang Hao with seasonings found in the Great Wilderness. After boiling into a pot, although the appearance is not very good, the salty taste is delightful.

The fish meat was put into the pot, and a few rolls were made in the tumbling soup, and it was scooped up by Wang Hao with two slender and long purple bamboos. Put it into clay bowls or fruit shells, and distribute them to the anxious people who are waiting on the sidelines.

The umami of the fish is fully stimulated when the soup is heated. As soon as the pottery bowl was distributed to their hands, the clansmen couldn't wait to take it out of their hands and send it to their mouths, burning it so hot that they were reluctant to spit out the meat in their mouths.

Next to the other two clay pots, the clansmen did not have Wang Hao's ability to use chopsticks skillfully, so the progress was relatively slow. A piece of fish is often boiled in the hot soup before it is scooped up.

By the time Wang Hao arrived, everyone was almost full, and on their side, half of them were wrinkling bitterly and didn't eat. In the end, the two people who cooked the rice simply threw small pieces of fish and meat into the pot, and when it was time to cook into a pot of porridge, they found a large clay bowl and scooped the soup and meat for everyone.

Wang Hao looked at their way of eating, and couldn't help but wonder, put down his chopsticks, took the bowl to his pot, scooped a bowl of fragrant white fresh fish soup and drank it.

A bowl of hot and delicious fish soup was in his stomach, Wang Hao felt that the pores all over his body were exuding comfort, and the whole person was lazy and didn't want to move, Wang Erniu jumped over and took Wang Hao's bowl to wash, which made him even more comfortable.

Wang Hao said that after eating, it was not appropriate to work immediately, so the patriarch told the clansmen that they could rest for a while.

Wang Hao said that after eating, he needed to wash the dishes, although the clansmen did not think about washing the dishes, and felt that it didn't matter whether they washed or not, but at Wang Hao's request, they still did it one by one.

Seeing Wang Hu holding the licked oily bowl, still looking into the pot with his brain probed, Wang Hao smiled and said: "What's the matter Wang Hu, I see that you just ate three bowls of fish and drank two bowls of soup, haven't you eaten enough?" ”

"Full, full." Wang Hu smiled and touched his head and said: "Although the stomach can't be filled anymore, I always want to eat a little more, this is better than grilled fish, at first I thought these big basins were used to hold water, but they were used for cooking." ”

For people who live in the Great Wilderness and can live a better life, they always have great motivation. Basically, there is no need to be ordered to work, and there is no distinction between high and low work.

Whether it is fishing or stone resistance, whether it is salt making or salting fish, in Wang Village, their identity is the same.

In the next few days, Wang Hao's mind was on the Shifting Monument in the Patriarch's mouth, and he had been wondering what kind of power could ensure that the clansmen's villages would not be actively attacked by creatures above the second level. Although he made some delicious things in a different way, he still couldn't make the patriarch feel relieved.

However, he has done some serious things in the past two days. There were five more in the Shovel Clan, and ten more Reinforced Bows and Iron Swords were crafted each. And I downloaded a new tool, which is the axe.

Unlike a sword, the axe is not made of iron, but the handle is made of wood. The clansmen took these familiar things, and after Wang Hao's explanation, they understood that this was specially used for chopping wood and firewood, not for combat.

Another thing is that after two days of exploration, Wang Hao made a simple potter's wheel out of logs and rattan. What he made was not a potter's wheel that could be rotated with his feet, but two people working together, one turning the other.

Although the process is very simple, it greatly improves the speed of pottery, and the pottery bowls and pots made with the potter's wheel, each one is very smooth, the thickness of the bowl wall is consistent, and the pottery rate has been increased to 60%.

The clansmen have all replaced with pottery bowls of the same size, and the number of large pottery pots for cooking meat every day has also increased to ten.

Regarding the fact that fish is boiled in the morning, noon and evening for three consecutive days, Wang Hao actually does not agree with it very much. After all, no matter how delicious something is, if you eat it every day, you will get bored.

The intuitive manifestation is that Wang Hu has dropped from three bowls of fish and two bowls of soup for the first time to two bowls of fish and one bowl of soup now.

Maybe it's really people with well-developed limbs who have simpler minds. In the past few days, the clansmen have learned how to use chopsticks, and Wang Erniu, one of them, can even use bamboo chopsticks to pinch out small fish bones.

But Wang Hu couldn't learn anything, and it was far better to let him deal with the little bamboo chopsticks than to let him wield an axe to cut down trees.

Wang Hao, who has eaten boiled fish for several days in a row, feels that as long as he speaks now, his mouth is full of fishy smell. Now, he desperately needs the sweet taste of sweet fruit to improve his sense of taste.

The sweet fruits will ripen at the time of the summer flood, but most of them will not grow before they are picked by the people of the Great Wilderness, or by some monkeys or birds that eat the fruits.

If you want to eat the sweet fruit in the back mountain, you can only go and grab food with the monkeys.

The women of Wang Village, who have been collecting for many years, have clearly recorded the location of every edible fruit tree in the back mountain. Even how much each fruit tree ripened every day, and how much it was eaten by the monkeys, they could tell clearly.

This year, however, the sweet fruit was not yet ripe, and the first heavy rain fell.

This sudden heavy rain disrupted many of the clansmen's arrangements.

The most intuitive thing is that there are more than 200 dried clay pots on the stone slabs in the village, which have been drenched into a puddle of mud by the heavy rain. Wang Ba and several clansmen saw that their two days of hard work were gone, and they couldn't help but cry one by one.

In addition to the clansmen, the cave was also full of salted fish and bacon that were being pickled, and there was no room for those clay pots that were only fired. These days, a large number of fresh fish are caught every day and then salted.

The salt pit at the entrance of the village was so drenched by the heavy rain that the salt water that was soaked in and waited for precipitation last night would definitely be diluted to the point that it had no saltiness at all.

In the middle of the village, there are dense meat drying racks. The first batch of salted fish and bacon has reached the time to hang up and dry. It's a pity that the sky is not beautiful, and they are not given the opportunity to dry at all. If the rain doesn't stop for a long time, the cured meat that doesn't get to dry will soon rot.

Wang Hao sat at the entrance of the cave for a day, watching the heavy rain raging outside in a daze. The furball sat with him for a day. Usually at this time of year, if it rains heavily, the people either starve or go fishing in the cold rain and the danger of being swept away by the river at any time.

When it rains, there are always some stupid hopeless fish that jump towards the shore against some small ditch.

But now, because everyone has stored enough food, even if they don't go out to hunt, they won't go hungry.

By the time it was time for dinner, the rain had not stopped, but had become heavier. Wang Hao poked his head out of the cave and looked, and streams of muddy water flowed down from the wall of the back mountain.

During this time, too many trees in the back mountain were cut down and used for pottery. Too much grass was cut and used to weave straw sandals.

Now, without the protection of the trees and turf, a heavy rain washes down, and the soil is seriously lost. Seeing that the pouring rain had no intention of stopping, Wang Hao's heart became heavier and heavier.