"Name: Gu Guo

Civilization Contribution Points: 48

Civilization: Early Neolithic

Unlocked Technology: Pottery (Neolithic)"

Glancing at the status bar, there was a light gray box in the blank area where the technology had been unlocked, and an icon lit up in the box, and the pattern in the icon was a clay pot made by Gu Guo.

"It's ugly."

Gu Guo complained, he would have looked better if he had known.

The system's prompt did not stop him from doing the work, he cleaned the clay pot with a missing corner and put it on the hole reserved for the stove, and then sealed the edges with thin mud to prevent the smoke of the firewood from escaping through the cracks.

At this time, the sky has turned white, the darkness of the night is about to fade, and the fear of the unknown in the dark night is gradually dissipating in this white light.

In the valley below the cave, a wisp of green smoke slowly rises, and the Neolithic civilization ushered in a new way of eating food - boiling.

Bracken and bacon tumbled in boiling water, and the dark green and dark red ingredients gave the tribe a taste they had never enjoyed before.

The awakened tribesmen were attracted by the scent of the clay pot and pointed around the stove.

Gu Guo scooped up a small mouthful of hot soup with a clay spoon, put it to his mouth and blew it gently, the smoke of the bacon accompanied by the spicy aroma of bracken, swept away the difficulties of the clansmen.

"Whew~"

When you drink the hot soup, the slightly fishy gravy lingers on the tip of the tongue, and the unfoamed bracken hits the base of the tongue with a bitter taste.

Without cooking wine and salt, the pot of stewed bracken tasted very ordinary, but the tribesmen were eager to try it, and for the first time they saw the bubbling water and the food tumbling in the water.

"There's something for everyone!"

Gu Guo patiently served eleven bowls of broth, kept one bowl for himself, and distributed the rest to the ten clansmen who were closest to him, and his mother and second uncle were among them.

The anxious clansmen blew it a little, and sent the pottery bowl to their mouths, but the heat almost dropped the pottery bowl in their hands.

The second uncle laughed, pointed at the clansman who was burning his mouth and scolded with a smile: "I'm in such a hurry, I can't eat hot meat, I have to wait until it's cold before eating!" ”

Seeing that the clansmen were at a loss in the face of the hot soup, Gu Guo broke two thin branches, removed the bark, and put the pieces of meat between the branches and put them in his mouth.

This bewildered the crowd, and the man with the hot mouth did the same, taking the meat out of the bowl, but instead of a branch, he used his fingers.

"This won't work!"

Gu Guo's eyes were sharp, and he found the clansman who sent the meat to his mouth, and hurriedly stepped forward to slap the meat in his hand away.

"Ahh My meat! What are you doing? ”

Gu Guo knew that the name of the clansman in front of him was Camelina, and he was the son of his eldest aunt. There is not much else in the matrilineal society, but there are a bunch of cousins and cousins, and Camelina is one of Gu Guo's cousins.

"Wash your hands!"

Gu Guo glared at the camelina, simply snatched the bowl from the camelina hand, and then grabbed his hand and looked at it sharply.

Good guy, the back of the black hand, the nails that are brown by something, and the dirt and sweat stains between the nails, this whole one is a bacterial petri dish!

"If you don't wash your hands and eat meat, you will get sick." Gu Guo said to the clansmen who were surrounding him.

But except for the camelina who was called by him to wash his hands, the others were indifferent, and at this time his second uncle stood up from the crowd, chewing the meat that had just been grabbed from the soup in his mouth, and said to Gu Guo: "It's okay before we all grabbed meat directly to eat, and the clansmen are all alive and well." ”

Gu Guogang wanted to retort out loud, saying that it was your fate, but he saw his mother walking to the middle of the crowd with two thin wooden sticks with skin removed in her hands. Freshly peeled twigs were greasy and inconvenient to use for chopsticks, but my mother quickly mastered the skill.

"If you don't wash your hands, you eat it with this thin twig, and if you want to grab it with your hands, wash your hands and listen to the cooing."

After saying that, the mother picked up a small piece of meat and showed it to the people around her.

As soon as the priest spoke, it was the golden rule of the tribe, but the tribesmen preferred to break two branches and eat meat in the nearest two branches rather than run to the river two miles away to wash their hands.

"This meat tastes so weird! But it's better than barbecue. ”

"This water is delicious and smells of meat!"

"Coo-goo says hot water is called soup!"

"Soup? Whatever his name is, just drink it! ”

"Floating in the water...... What's round on top of the soup? ”

The tribesmen were talking about it, and a pot of broth was immediately eaten.

The people who got up early and drank the broth boasted to those who got up late that they had eaten delicious meat, while those who did not drink the broth beat their chests one by one, to their chagrin, they smelled the meat, but they could not eat it.

Seeing this, Gu Guo stuffed the two intact clay pots in his hand to the two clansmen who had not yet drunk the broth, telling them that if they went to the river to fetch water, then they would still have the broth to drink.

At three o'clock in the morning, the more than 70 tribesmen of the tribe were all full of food and drink, and the satiety brought by the warm broth was not comparable to that of barbecue.

The hunters took a day's rations and went out hunting. The women, on the other hand, each brought a piece of animal skin and went to their respective collection points to collect wild fruits and vegetables.

The women knew the location of every fruit tree, every bracken, and every edible shoot in the land, which was a memory handed down by the priests of the ages, and the most precious treasure of the whole tribe.

Gu Guo followed behind the woman, and he needed to find the seasonings in his memory, peppercorns, ginger, and dogwood...... Each spice evokes memories of past lives.

Of course, the priority now is to find table salt.

The hunters in the tribe, in particular, were in need of salt. In the Neolithic Age, salt was basically obtained by drinking the blood of animals, and drinking blood from Rumao is the truest portrayal of today.

However, the sodium ions obtained from animals are not enough, and if you want to maintain the osmotic pressure of the human body and maintain the excitability of the muscles, that is, more strength and vitality, you need to consume table salt.

At the same time, salt is also a very important seasoning, and the women who often go out to collect know that where goats often lick rocks, there were tribesmen who learned goats to lick stones, but the stones were bitter and astringent, and they could not be eaten at all.

Leading the team was Gu Guo's aunt, named Hongmei, who and her sisters picked some wild fruits and vegetables along the way, wrapped them in animal skins and held them in their arms.

Hongmei dug out a bracken with bone chips, shook off the soil at the roots, revealing the tender white rhizomes, she turned her head to Gu Guo, who was behind the team, and asked, "Goo, can those stones you said really make the broth taste better?" ”

"Stone can't do it, but salt can." Gu Guo replied.

"Table salt, what's it?"

"White, snow-like stuff."

"It's so pretty."

"Auntie, I saw table salt in my mother's wooden jar, where did you get that?"

When Gu Guo was looking for seasoning in the cave this morning, he found a small wooden jar the size of a fist in the place where his mother slept, which contained dozens of grams of pale yellow table salt. At that time, he did not use it as a spice, and his mother stored it in a wooden jar, indicating that this bit of salt was valuable.

"Is that called table salt? It's not like snow. I remember the last time it snowed, the leader asked for a nearby tribe to exchange it, and he asked for a lot of hides! The little ones almost didn't have a hide to wear. When the tribesmen ran out of strength, they licked the ...... Salt, that's how we survived the winter. ”

Hongmei rubbed the mud on her hands and suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, goo-goo, don't you remember? You've licked that too, haven't you? ”

"Huh?"