The morning class was over, and it was noon, and it was time for the little trolls to eat.

The food is very traditional raw meat and fruits, all fresh from last night.

When you already have cooked foods such as barbecued meat and boiled meat, why do you still choose raw meat as always?

This is due to the risk of witch doctors, including Bladetooth, not being sure what has been lost in the process of turning 'raw food' into 'cooked food'.

What if there was some kind of 'element' necessary for the growth of a little troll that could only be obtained through raw meat?

Therefore, even though the experience of his previous life had taught Blade Tooth countless reasons why cooked food was better than raw food, he still didn't dare to make this attempt lightly.

Who knows if this inexplicable world will play a big joke on him?

Therefore, including the recipes of the great trolls, the diet structure of the tribe is still dominated by 'raw food', and boiled meat and barbecued meat are more similar to the concept of 'snacks' in the previous life.

In addition, when it comes to diet, it has to be emphasized that only the little trolls in the development stage need to eat 5 meals a day. Adult soldiers, one meal a day is about the same.

As for the reasons, there may be two aspects.

First of all, the little trolls in the growth period have to grow from less than 1 meter tall to nearly 3 meters tall; During this period, the weight is far from being 'doubled', which makes them need a lot of energy to support their bodies.

Secondly, it is because the digestive system of the little trolls is far less developed than that of their adult and prime-aged elders.

The big trolls spend nearly half of the day on the road, and the rest of the time they use their athleticism to catch prey.

It stands to reason that their energy consumption will definitely not be low.

In fact, this is exactly what happened, and the reason why it only needs one meal a day to sustain itself is precisely because of the unparalleled structure of the digestive system.

The troll's digestive system is divided into 'active zones' and 'passive zones'.

The 'passive zone' is very similar to the digestive system in the common sense of Bladetooth's previous life, so there is no need to go into details.

The 'Active Zone' is an area where trolls can decide whether or not food enters based on actual needs.

After dissection, it can be found that the active area is a 'dehydrated intestine'.

Here, most of the water in the food is absorbed by the 'intestinal wall', which is rich in capillaries in the outer structure of the intestinal wall that transport water for storage.

After that, the food that retains only a small amount of water will be pushed by the intestinal muscles and enter the 'pipe' that the witch doctors call the 'grinding intestines', grinding the 'hard particle layer' of the intestinal lining and crushing every piece of food that passes through.

When the food is ground into slag, it will be squeezed into the 'compressed stomach', and under the repeated peristalsis of the muscles in the chamber, it will be expelled and condensed, and finally stored at only 10% of the volume of meat of the same weight.

Only when the troll is hungry and inconvenient to eat, the 'Compressed Stomach' will spit out a portion of its reserves and enter the 'Softened Stomach', where the food will be softened by water and eventually sent to the 'Passive Digestive System' to be turned into nutrients.

In addition, although the energy storage structure of cells has not been clearly explored, it can be inferred from the ability to regenerate broken limbs, which is quite impressive.

The combination of these two functions greatly facilitates hunting activities, allowing trolls to ensure their nutrient needs by eating small and large quantities.

Therefore, despite the fact that the big trolls seem to only eat once a day, how much they can eat this time is the key to the problem.

Getting back to the point, the time quickly came to the afternoon, and the little trolls who didn't know what the lunch break was, and the little trolls who had been playing crazy for a long time returned to class again.

This time, they will be taught in mathematics and physics.

The old witch doctor in charge of the mathematics professor today is much more relaxed than the night in the morning.

'Knock, knock'

The sound of two crutches hitting the podium attracted the attention of most of the students, and the old witch doctor commanded on crutches and in an unhurried tone,

"In math class, it's an intuitive understanding of simple geometry, right? The great witch doctor said that he left you homework, did you not write it? Taking the initiative to admit mistakes is also a form of courage. ”

As soon as he asked, there was really a little troll with two iron heads raised his hand.

"Taking the initiative to admit mistakes is commendable, and after class, I went to Muya to ask for two pieces of barbecue to eat."

After that, before the little one was happy, the old witch doctor said again,

"The reward is a reward, but it is also a big mistake to not complete the task that belongs to you, and the punishment is inevitable, give it to me."

The joy on the faces of the two little trolls suddenly froze, and under the forced gaze of the old troll, they had to go up in a gray manner, take off their fur skirts, and lie on the podium with their butts exposed.

The old witch doctor picked up a stick with a palm-wide and forearm-length stick, and gave a troll twenty strokes.

The little trolls were whipped and screamed, and twenty strokes was not a heart-wrenching but profound lesson for their unhardened flesh.

When the little troll who had been taught a lesson walked off the podium with tears wiped from his eyes and clutched his buttocks, the old witch doctor commanded again,

"Next, check the homework, prepare the clay tablets, and divide them into groups of five according to our first class, and the adjacent groups exchange clay tablets and the group leader checks them."

Another moment passed, and the old witch doctor observed the faces of the little ones below, and asked slowly,

"Well, what about the test results? Is there a little guy who thinks he can hide from himself? The group leader who found it raised his hand. ”

He didn't raise his hand for a long time, but the old witch doctor didn't believe that it was really okay, there were several of the most naughty little ones, he had paid special attention to before, and the stone slab was clearly empty.

It's just that, in the simple atmosphere of the tribe, the dislike of whistleblowers is a broad value orientation.

This kind of value can't be wrong, at least the old witch doctor appreciates it.

But everything must have a degree, and the boundary between concealment and secrecy must be clear to these little guys.

"You have to remember that knowledge is power, and if you die in the mouth of the monster in the future because of lack of strength, is it the fault of the group leader who is hiding it for them now? In addition, you may not be able to understand it now, but reward and punishment, right and wrong, are the cornerstone of the development of the tribe, and every process of reward and punishment will be the pace of the tribe's progress. So, the team leaders who find the problem, don't have the burden of 'snitching', you are right. ”

The words fell, causing the 'group leaders' below to look at each other, and a few of them slowly raised their hands.

Some of them, the group leader, really understood; There are also some group leaders, who are just used to following the orders of the witch doctor...

"Well, come up, right? The little ones who want to fool around. ”

Several of the little trolls who were discovered hesitantly stepped onto the podium.

"If you don't do what you should be punished, you should be punished in vain for trying to conceal it. Shame on you. ”

After a crackling reward of forty sticks, the witch doctor said to the little troll's cry.