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"Oracle, fish...... Okay......"

Eating the somewhat blandly grilled fish, Song Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was still a primitive person who was so deceiving, and he could make such a big move with a fire.

After nibbling on the fish in his hand in three or two times, Song Xuan wiped his mouth with some uncertainty, after all, it was a few people who made a temporary decision, and there were not many fish caught back, so Song Xuan only had this small strip.

The roasted one is still the special treatment of the great envoy of Song, and the rest is used to make soup, looking at the gradually boiling clay pot, Song Xuan is also looking forward to it like everyone else.

The clay pot and the salt that is being put are all exchanged by Teng Snake from the Black Feather tribe, and Black Feather is the tribe that fought with Teng Snake, they control a salt lake, and they can exchange salt for a large amount of supplies from the surrounding tribes.

This last small pot of salt is gone after eating.

"Salt is indispensable, and we still have to find a way to get it in the future."

Thinking of this, Song Xuan wrote down the salt in the small notebook in his heart.

Even if you add water again and again, the fish soup that is finally distributed to each person is only half a bowl.

Holding the only pottery bowl in the tribe - there was still a mouth missing, Song Xuan tasted the fish soup lightly, although it was only seasoned with salt, but the taste was quite delicious.

When Song Xuan was about to feast, a few children who didn't care about the heat and finished drinking the soup in three or two sips licked the bottom of the bowl and looked at Song Xuan:

"Oracle...... Hungry ......"

After making a fire, Song Xuan obviously felt that everyone's dependence on him had risen to a higher level, looking at the miserable children in front of him, Song Xuan pursed his lips, and finally just gently rubbed their heads.

Distributing the soup in his bowl to the children around him, rejecting the idea of everyone wanting to share the food, looking at the mountains and rivers not far away, Song Xuan fell into a faint contemplation.

Feeling Song Xuan's melancholy, the originally lively tribe also quieted down.

After a brief breakfast, everyone began their tasks.

Shi Meng led the only remaining hunting team out hunting, and there were many wild beast footprints around, so for the safety of the tribe, he still had to risk the danger to drive them away.

Wild beasts must be hunted at all times, and it is not possible to hunt without hunting.

"Divine Messenger, Divine Messenger, what about us...... Hunted ......"

"Good!"

This is something that has been discussed before, at this time Song Xuan was a little absent-minded, thinking about how to make food, in terms of life, Song Xuan's concept is still stuck in male farming and female weaving, but here, obviously not a single one can be done.

The familiar rice and wheat, Song Xuan has never seen it at all, let alone planting, after eating white rice for more than ten days, Song Xuan also wants to really help everyone.

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The women were collecting some wild fruits in the surrounding area, but as late autumn approached, there was not much left on the trees, but it was time to harvest roots like kudzu.

Kudzu is very good to eat, and it is perfect to use sufficient starch to satisfy hunger, but it is really difficult to dig up, and once you dig up Kudzu, most of the day is in vain.

Therefore, it is difficult to have much harvest, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, and if you are busy surviving, you can barely fill your stomach, but if you want to store enough food for the winter, it is far from enough.

The rest of the children, led by two older primitives, helped clean up the cave, which was safer to stay in the tribe than before, and the surrounding area was full of risks.

There wasn't much work in the tribe, and a dozen or so children helped to spread the fun, and the river not far away was their favorite place.

The creek more than ten meters wide was far from being comparable to the previous stream, and after a moment of 'churning' in the water, an unexpected discovery changed their goal:

"Look...... Shell ......"

The "shell" held high in Shihua's hand is actually a river mussel, and there are quite a lot of such things in the unexplored river.

Looking at the show-off stone flowers, the other children's hearts came up at once, you touch one up, I have to make a bigger one, and after a while, there are really a bunch of them on the shore.

seemed to think of something, the few children who shouted that they were hungry in the morning didn't bother to put on their clothes, and ran to Song Xuan with the river mussels they picked up:

"Oracle...... Oracle! ”

"Oracle...... Not hungry...... Eat! ”

Looking at the clear eyes of the children, and then looking at the river mussels and snails they were holding, Song Xuan only felt that a little starlight flashed in his mind.

Thinking of the fish he had just eaten in the morning, Song Xuan slapped his thigh, he really had a treasure trove and didn't know it!

"Haha...... How did you forget this......"

Excitedly picking up a child and turning around a few times, Song Xuan hurriedly ran into the cave again.

A few children who were stunned in place looked a little too excited, but they didn't look like them for a while

"Shi Yan...... Shi Yan ......"

Listening to Song Xuan's eager shout, Shi Yan hurriedly got up and almost collided with Song Xuan who ran in.

"God...... The Divine Messenger ......"

"Where's the animal skin rope in the tribe, ...... Take it all out! ”

Looking at Song Xuan's comparison, Shi Yan pointed directly to the corner where the animal skins were stored, added a few sticks of firewood to the tinder, and hurriedly followed Song Xuan's footsteps.

Since there are fish in the river, and Shi Meng's rough fishing method can be harvested, it is better to make a big one, make a few fishing nets, and fully tap the potential of the river.

"Oracle, what is this for?"

Looking at Song Xuan, who was choosing the animal skin rope, Shi Yan asked the confusion in his heart.

"Net!"

"Nets?"

Shi Yan obviously didn't know what the net was, but Song Xuan didn't care about explaining at this time, waved his hand, and asked Shi Yan to help together.

Although there is no hemp rope, the animal skin rope in the tribe is barely usable, and the strength and toughness should be no problem for fish.

After recalling the appearance of the fishing net a little, Song Xuan started to weave it, anyway, it was to catch the ducks on the shelves, and the first experiment did not seek perfection, as long as it could get by.

In this way, Song Xuan was responsible for tying the knot, and Shi Yan, who didn't know why, was responsible for handing the rope, and the two cooperated quite tacitly.

Several children also ran over from time to time to take a look, and when they saw that Song Xuan's mental state had returned to normal, they returned to the river and continued to touch the mussel shell.

Pulled the braided half-meter fishing net, although it was a little ugly, but it was still strong, Song Xuan didn't know how to tie the knot, in desperation, he could only tie it into a dead button, it doesn't matter if it's ugly or not, it can be used anyway.

The two were busy until dark, and then they made up a six- or seven-meter-long fishing net, looking at their "masterpiece", Song Xuan also laughed a little.

Due to the fact that the technology is really not at home, the whole fishing net is not the same size as the two meshes, but it can be regarded as being made, and a wooden stick is fixed on both sides, and this fishing net that pins Song Xuan's hopes has finally taken shape.

Eating snails and mussels roasted with a "sizzling" sound, and listening to Song Xuan's arrangements for tomorrow's fishing, today seems to be another day full of hope.