The advantages and disadvantages of the public-owned society in the primitive era were equally obvious. As the "head of ten" recognized by the three highest power holders of Panshi Village, coupled with the dominance of this hunt, Tianhao's qualifications to participate in the distribution of prey are beyond doubt. Especially in the few families under his jurisdiction, he has the final say on how much he divides, or he doesn't even give a single bone.

It was already dark, and people brought burning torches from their huts. Tianhao's short black hair shone like copper threads in the light of the fire, and he turned to the skidding full of prey, and loudly issued his first order to this strange world.

"Tianmad, Changfeng, Ayi, Xukun, you come here, each take a deer."

The villagers of Panshi Village have no private food. Unless you eat and wipe all the prey outside the stockade, as long as you bring back the portion, it will be handed over to the public and distributed by the leader and the elders. Only in this way can we ensure that most people do not go hungry or even simply live in the event of a lack of food.

The eyes of the dense onlookers showed undisguised envy. The Giant Horn Deer is so large that, even with the antlers on its head cut off, the animal still exceeds the average height of the northern barbarians. In particular, Ayi's family members only have a young brother in addition to her mother, and getting a whole giant horn deer is equivalent to a huge fortune for her. In the eyes of hungry people, being able to eat enough is simply synonymous with "happiness".

No one questioned Tianhao's distribution method. His contribution to the stockade is obvious to all, not to mention that he is recognized by the priests and chiefs as the "head of the ten".

The young women stared at Tianhao with enthusiastic eyes. They suddenly had a wonderful feeling, they had never found Tianhao so attractive before. He is radiant and energetic, with a down-to-earth and innocent smile, and his whole person is full of strong and confident masculine charm.

If I were a member of the "Ten Leaders" under his jurisdiction, I would definitely get the same distribution of prey as Ayi.

Pingjun hid sideways in the depths of the crowd, he gritted his teeth, his hands clenched tightly, and he didn't say a word.

……

It's dark.

There is no entertainment in the Rock Village. Both the high-ranking chieftains and the ordinary villagers believed that the greatest enjoyment in the world was food.

In the absence of salt and other substitutes, it is difficult to clean the intestines of animals. Tianhao used the simplest way to push the hypertrophic deer intestines back with a cone knife, grabbed a large ball of snow from the snow and rubbed it vigorously, the temperature and strength led to a large area of damage to the deer intestine tissue, and then poured with boiling hot water, the intestinal lining quickly became swollen, and it can be torn off with a gentle pull by hand.

Deer heads cannot be wasted. Tian Mad split it with an axe, took out the deer brain wrapped in pink film while it was fresh, put it in a bowl, and brought it to the eldest brother Tianfeng's sickbed like a treasure, carefully dug out a little bit with a wooden spoon, and put it into his mouth.

This is an extremely rare delicacy. The northern barbarians pay attention to "the head is respected", and the prey brains brought back by the hunters have always been the exclusive use of the priests and the great wizards. Only when there are large numbers can the chieftains and chiefs be divided. Further down, according to the different status levels, the likelihood of being assigned to the heads of ordinary clan members is extremely low.

The smell of fresh deer brain without any condiments was very strong, but Tianfeng was extremely satisfied. It was the first time in his life that he had eaten such food, and he had only imagined how delicious it was, but he had not imagined that what should have belonged to priests and chieftains had been tasted by the efforts of his most humble brother.

Tianshuang sat next to the fire, peeled off the surface of the deer's head with a sharp knife, and very carefully cut off the pieces of flesh that were attached to the surface of the skull. She didn't go out with the hunting team today, and boiled several large pots of hot water at home and took a good bath. The lice hidden deep in the hair were burned to death, and the dirt was peeled off. Although the body is much cleaner, it still can't completely accumulate the body odor that has accumulated since the beginning of winter.

The words of the third brother must be obeyed. Brother Hao said: If you don't take a bath and wash your hair, I won't give you meat, and I will kill you and distribute it to the people in the village.

Tianshuang is not afraid of death, death is too far away and strange to her. But she has an extremely deep experience of hunger, especially the fragrant broth, and the kind of barbecue made by the third brother, just thinking about it makes Tianshuang drool, and she can't find any reason to resist.

The meat removed from the deer's head was very loose and had to be boiled in soup. Tianhao cut off a whole deer leg, chopped it up, washed it and poured it into the pot. In the presence of his two brothers and sister, he took out two fist-sized leather bags from the corner of the hut, untied the tethers, and generously placed some light gray dead leaves in the pot.

Tianfeng motioned for Tianfeng to raise his head, and he lay there and asked curiously, "Ah Hao, I saw you put this kind of leaf in the broth last time." What is it? ”

"It's called thyme." Tianhao smiled and untied another pocket, and picked up some black particles the size of soybeans from it: "And this, this is called Sichuan pepper." ”

This is certainly not the case with real thyme and peppercorns.

In the eyes of the villagers of Panshi Village, the host is a strange and lazy person. He likes to collect all kinds of plant leaves and seeds, and collect them like a little girl in the civilized era. According to the host's memory, Tianhao found a space under the floor behind the wooden house, which contained dozens of these small leather bags. Some of the polished and smooth bone fragments resemble glass balls that boys often play with; Some of them contain withered dried flowers, the color has faded, and the residual aroma has been mixed with the tanned coarse leather bags, making it impossible to distinguish them from each other.

The gray leaves of the dead tree give off a smell similar to that of thyme.

Dried black plant granules taste like peppercorns, with some hemp.

Best of all, they don't contain toxic ingredients.

So they are thyme and peppercorns, thyme and peppercorns that belong to this strange world.

The deer legs are cut into small pieces, soaked in seawater and then worn on an iron chisel, and the skewers are quickly grilled until the surface is oily, making a pleasant "sizzle" sound. Tianshuang drooled when he saw it beside him, and Tianfang couldn't help but reach out to take it several times, but Tianhao raised his hand again and again to block it, until he finally sprinkled it with spice powder, and then handed over the grilled meat skewers with a playful look.

The hot fat melts on the tongue and envelops the tender roasted meat. The unsolicited spices, though coarse and not as elaborate as they were in civilized times, are mixed with hot oil to seep into the venison fibers, emitting a strong aroma under the biting of teeth and saliva, rushing down the passage into the nose and rising to the brain.

"Delicious!"

"It's delicious!"

"The meat roasted by the third brother is so delicious."

The three siblings expressed their admiration in their own different ways.

In Tianhao's view, these comments don't have much meaning, and are purely a bond to maintain family affection. While roasting the meat, he flicked the iron chisel of the skewer with his fingers, making a crisp trill.

He noticed a lot of trivialities———— the Rock Village lacked a lot of the necessities of daily life, and there were some things that even he, a parasitic resurrection, would be amazed by.

Or about metal forging, Panshizhai obviously has a superb skill in this area, whether it is the tip of a spear, a machete, a dagger, or the iron hammer in his hand, all have surprising hardness and toughness.

It feels very comfortable to be full, especially after a tiring day, and eating a delicious meal of meat is simply the greatest happiness in the world. He wiped his oily mouth and lay on a thick haystack, gently caressing his bulging belly and moaning in satisfaction.

Tianhao instructed Tianshuang, who was licking his fingers: "The broth will continue to boil for a while." You look at the water in the pot, boil until it is half dry, then continue to fill it up, and then cook it until it is half dry and you can eat. Let the eldest brother drink more soup, it will be good for his body. ”

Tianfeng, who heard the meaning of his words, hurriedly asked, "Third child, where are you going?" ”

"I'll go to the High Priest." Tianhao explained simply: "There are some things to discuss. I may come back a little late, big brother, you can sleep first when you are full, you don't have to wait for me. ”

……

The leader, Fu Song, sat on a thick log segment, staring at the flickering flames in front of him. The boiling pot is filled with internal organs and bones, the former being chopped into pieces, the latter smashed open, and the pith oil flows out of the hollow bone tube, slowly melting during the continuous high-temperature stewing, and "snorting" on the hot metal rim as the blisters that continue to explode on the soup noodles splash around.

Hunting captain Yonggang has long been hungry. He cut off the small half of the deer's leg, held it directly on the part of the deer's hoof, which had not yet shed its fur, and roasted the bone-covered venison on a volcano. Holding a knife in his right hand, he will slice one layer and eat one layer after it is cooked. There was a bowl of seawater next to him, and every time he cut the roasted meat, he would always dip it in the bowl quickly, with a hint of saltiness and a sharp drop in temperature on the surface of the meat slice, and pick it up with the tip of a knife and stuff it into his mouth.

The old priest Wu Xing slowly added wood to the fire. As you get older, it's not easy to deal with foods like barbecue with broken teeth. He prefers a thick broth stewed until it is ripe, especially in such a cold weather, and the whole person will become comfortable after drinking a hot bowl.

"Five thousand Bighorn Deer, what are you getting this time?" Despite the details of the information from the hunters, the old priest was still incredible.

Fu Song lowered his head rather in embarrassment and scratched the back of his head with his thick fingers. His nails were long, and the crevices were filled with black dirt: "I'm too impulsive. If you had been a little patient and waited for Hao to give the signal, the whole herd of deer would have been included by us. Six thousand...... There are at least six thousand deer. ”

"You've done enough." Yonggang swallowed the food in his mouth, he put down the knife and deer leg in his hand, picked up the wooden bowl placed next to him, leaned over, scooped half a bowl of broth from the boiling cauldron, and approached his mouth to carefully blow away the hot air: "If it weren't for Ah Hao's quick reaction today, you would be dead by now." ”