This made Mo Yi'er very disappointed, no wonder the Kannei tribe didn't like the fish they made, there was no fishy seasoning to go anywhere, and the taste of the fish was indeed unacceptable to the Kannei tribesmen who were used to eating jungle animal meat.

She and Chu Wei thanked Haisen and promised to send the clay pot back in good condition, and then returned to the leaf shed where they were temporarily staying.

Without too much seasoning, Mo Yier is really not sure if she can make the fish head soup. She first soaked the head of the fish in cold water for about half an hour to remove the gills. The fat meat was fried into oil, and the large fish head split from the middle was first fried in a clay pot until the surface turned yellow, and then water was added to it to boil.

At this time, the leaf shed was filled with the aroma of fried fish heads, but I couldn't smell the fishy smell at all. Chu Wei and several other clansmen were amazed, they didn't expect that with just a little animal fat, they could make the fish smell so good.

At this time, the fish body that had been grilled before was already cooked, and Mo Yier took a piece to taste it first, but it actually tasted very delicious. She was the only one who ate the fish and meat, and the other tribesmen still resolutely refused to eat it. She didn't force them, just waited for the fish head soup to cook.

It is said that thousands of rolling tofu and ten thousand rolling fish, Mo Yi'er's fish soup has been boiled for a long time, and the soup has become milky white, and bursts of aroma come out, and even the Haimu tribesmen in the leaf shed next door have come to take a look. After learning that Mo Yi'er cooked the fish head that they didn't usually eat smelled so good, the people of the Haim tribe were also stunned, and even sued the leader Haisen.

After Haisen finished eating in his leaf shed, he came to Mo Yi'er. Mo Yi'er had just taken the clay pot off the fire, and was scooping the fish head soup with a simple spoon rolled into leaves, well! The taste is delicious, although it still smells fishy, but compared to the fish they make, the taste is already very good. Seeing that everyone was very curious about this milky white fish head soup, she asked them all to try it.

As a result, this pot of fish head soup stunned everyone, including the Haim tribe, who are good at making fish.

"Leader Chu Ji, how do you make this fish head soup? Can you teach our people? I'm willing to trade this clay pot for it! After tasting it, Haisen hurriedly made such a request.

"This ......" Chu Wei looked at Mo Yi'er, Mo Yi'er was full of joy, a nihilistic approach to a luxurious clay pot is simply too cost-effective.

"Of course, Leader Haisen, these two fish heads were given to me by your people!" After that, Mo Yi'er taught the women of the Haim tribe how to make the fish head soup in detail, and told them some ways to fry fish with fat and fry fish, not only fish heads, but all fish meat can be eaten like this.

But this has stumped the people of the Haim tribe, who survive on food fish, and even if there is prey nearby, it is difficult for them to hunt it. The meat used by other tribes for salt is air-dried, and there is no oil to extract at all.

After Mo Yi'er learned about their difficulties, she asked Chu Jiong: "Are we in a hurry to return to the tribe?" If we're not in a hurry, we can hunt some prey for the Heim tribe nearby, and we can get something back. ”

When Chu Wei heard this, he thought about it carefully. It's still early in winter, and it's still too late to stock up on food. He said, "You can stay in the Haim tribe for five more days!" As he spoke, he lifted his left and right and shook it. Although he learned to count, he was still afraid that his expression would not be accurate enough, so he always used his hands or stones to express the numbers again.

"In five days, you should have a lot of prey! We exchanged a little more salt, pottery and fish with them, so that the people who stayed behind in the tribe could also eat sea fish. ”

"Good!" Chu Wei agreed without thinking about it this time, and knew that the people would definitely like to eat the fish made by Mo Yi'er today. Moreover, all of Mo Yi'er's qiē was for the sake of his clan, and there was no reason why he should not agree.

After deciding on the matter, Chu Wei told Haisen about it, and Haisen was very happy, and lent them an animal skin for them to sleep under the cover at night.

I have to mention the problem of animal skins of the Haim tribe, almost no one in their tribe knows how to hunt, all the animal skins are exchanged for salt and other tribes, and they can barely make each tribe have a animal skin for warmth, so Mo Yi'er and the leaf shed where they live have no animal skins.

Now it is lent to Chu Jiong, but because Hai Sen is the leader, there is such an extra one. Chu Wei expressed his gratitude, at the seaside, there is a sea breeze blowing at night, even in summer, it will be a little cool. And this animal skin is naturally for Mo Yi'er to sleep on the ground. Unconsciously, no matter what Chu Ji does, he will be the first to think of Mo Yi'er. Give her the best and listen to her.

This night, Mo Yi'er slept very comfortably, especially when she was in the cave, there were no moaning sounds that were inappropriate for children. When a red sun rose on the shoreline, Mo Yi'er opened her eyes and ran out of the leaf shed excitedly to rush to the beach.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Rich, verdant trees, silvery sand, blue sea, and a red sun that is more gorgeous than a salted egg yolk.

This kind of pure and pollution-free beauty is rare to see in the 21st century, and Mo Yier suddenly felt that she was particularly lucky to be able to travel to a primitive society and live in the most simple era of human nature.

And she was originally so ordinary, but here she has become the most extraordinary person, this is the gift of the great god of crossing. She silently thought in her heart that she would definitely use her own hands to try to make life better for all the clansmen......

"Mo Yi'er!" Chu Wei didn't know when he walked to Mo Yi'er's side, and when Mo Yi'er was enjoying the sunrise, he looked at her affectionately. In his eyes, no matter how beautiful the sunrise is, it is not as good as Mo Yi'er's appearance, from the time Mo Yi'er came to the eldest aunt, he knew that Mo Yi'er was an adult, so what was he waiting for? "Mo Yi'er, would you like to be my spouse? I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. ”

Mo Yi'er turned her head a little stupidly and looked at Chu Jiong. What's going on? How can you watch the sunrise so that this guy confesses? No, this is not just a simple confession, it is similar to a modern marriage proposal.

"Mo Yi'er, please answer me, can I Chu Ji be your man?" Chu Ji was actually a little depressed in his heart, he didn't directly pounce on Mo Yi'er like other clansmen, why did she look like this?

"This ...... I'm still young, let's talk about it later! Mo Yi'er found such a clumsy reason, she didn't have the heart to get a boyfriend now, at least be more familiar!