Chapter 8, the maiden stone tool

Ji Nuan, who was humming, caught a few more pheasants, and unexpectedly found a kind of cumin fruit, with a gray shell, and after breaking it off, it was a small black seed like papaya, which actually exuded a strong cumin flavor.

Looking at the cumin trees full of fruits around her, the corners of Ji Nuan's mouth couldn't help but grin to the root of her ears, she was so happy, she wanted to pick these back, and then dry and grind them into powder for preservation!

Reluctantly waved his hand towards the cumin tree, and Ji Nuan walked in the direction of the tribe.

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"Oh my god! Tired beasts! Although it is an orc, this body is too weak! Ji Nuan kneaded his sore arms and shoulders, feeling helpless.

I really want to lie down and sleep now, but looking at the things I brought back, Ji Nuan still got up and walked to the basket in resignation, took out the pheasant and pig's leg and put it aside, and moved a big stone out of the storage hole, which she found when she went to the river, because one side was washed by the water for a long time, forming a deep concave surface, and it was very smooth, just brought back to make a pot, it was an unexpected joy.

"Lalala~ Planting the sun~ Laalaala~ Planting the sun! La-la-la~ Hmph! Hum! Hum! Happily flicking her fluffy tail, because there is enough food, Ji Nuan's mood today is exceptionally sunny.

Carrying the pig's leg and pheasant, Ji Nuan hummed and chirped to the tribe's creek to deal with his rations. Because it was just past noon, there were almost no people by the river, and everyone was still hunting and gathering outside, and there was no one like Ji Nuan who came back early.

After some difficult processing, looking at the miserable pork legs and pheasants at hand, Ji Nuan couldn't help but bared his teeth in disgust, the potholes were really ugly. But what can be done, she doesn't have sharp claws, she can only scrape little by little with a stone knife, and it would be nice to be able to peel off the skin.

Forget it, it doesn't matter what the appearance is, the meat is delicious is the most important thing, do a good job of psychological construction for yourself, and then carry the ugly prey out of the sky and go back to the cave.

In the food storage hole there is a simple stove she has built herself. Ji Nuan squatted down and used the prepared tree trunk and fine velvet grass to start the first drilling wood to make a fire after crossing, for more than an hour, the palms of his hands were rubbed hot and painful, and a cluster of small flames swayed and burned in Ji Nuan's happy eyes.

Gently add the dry firewood you picked up, and the fire with nutrients crackles and ignites! The dimly lit food storage hole was warm and bright in the light of the fire.

Ji Nuan carefully divided the collected fruits into small pieces with sharp stones, the male orcs here have sharp claws that can tear apart the prey, and the females without claws just sit on the side and wait for the males to feed, so poor she can only find a few sharp stones outside to use as knives, stuff the smashed fruits into the stomachs of five pheasants, and wrap them with prepared large leaves, coat them with a layer of mud, and bury them in the fire.

The simplified version is called Flower Chicken Finish.

After washing the thin paws full of mud, Ji Nuan picked up a burning branch from the fire, ignited the firewood pile under the simple stove, took the stone pot that had been washed several times, and carefully put it up!

Her body is dry and thin, so Ji Nuan is still ready to make some chicken soup for herself, and the cooked meat is relatively tender and soft, which is easy to restrain herself.

Sighing, there is no salt, in her memory, there is no such thing as salt, every once in a while, the orcs will work together to catch a live beast, bring it back to the tribe, and distribute fresh blood to the tribe to replenish "energy".