When he returned home, Gongliang did not rush to open the animal skin scroll given to him by Wu, but put it aside and began to summarize the lessons of this hunt.

First, he found that after entering the jungle, spears were more convenient than two-handed broadswords.

First, the spear itself is about three meters long, which can effectively block the attack of the fierce beast when it is close to it, and avoid its own damage, and there is no need for too complicated moves in the jungle, just know how to dodge and attack, the spear is undoubtedly the best choice. Second, the spear can also be used for throwing, and the power of throwing the spear with all your strength is undoubtedly greater than that of the bow and arrow. When hunting, if you can bring two more short spears, and when you see a fierce beast, you should attack with a short spear first, and then attack with a spear, it should be easier to deal with the fierce beast.

Second, he was too careless when he went out hunting this time.

The jungle is not home, hunting is not a home, and accidents can happen at any time.

Even if you can't see and listen to all directions, you must always pay careful attention. For example, after seeing the three-color rice this time, my mind was all fascinated by the three-color rice, and I completely forgot that I was in the jungle, and there might be danger at any time. If it weren't for the two leaders who came to the rescue, he might have become a delicious meat in the mouth of the great owl, and might even have turned into a pile of stool after it was digested.

Third, the body is too weak.

Earlier, after beating his body with an iron rod and wearing an iron piece to remove the impetuous power caused by eating animal meat in his body, he always felt that he was in good health, very strong, and had great strength.

Looking at it now, it is far from enough, and we will pay attention to it in the future.

It's just that it's inconvenient to hit the body with an iron rod with his hands, and now that he doesn't use it anymore, what should he do?

After thinking about it, he decided to start tomorrow, get up in the morning and run with weights, and start practicing throwing spears in the afternoon, which is bound to practice to the point where one hit is certain. Among them, you need to train more in terms of physical strength, otherwise if you can't run away when hunting and chasing fierce beasts in the forest or being chased by powerful fierce beasts, it will be over.

After thinking about it, he went out and walked to the blacksmith shop in Yehan.

This time he went out, his biggest gain was to eat a lot of fierce beast meat and drink a lot of fierce beast blood, so that his strength increased a lot. Due to the increase in strength, the iron pieces he wore on his body were now too light, and he had to make some heavier pieces of iron again, or wear a pair of iron armor on his body.

For Ye Han, it is easy to forge a short spear,

Now many people in the tribe come to him to build spears, and over time, he has more and more experience in making spears, and the speed of building is getting faster and better, and the quality is getting better and better. Now he makes spears, and he doesn't need to forge them bit by bit, just melt the forged iron ingots into molten iron and solidify them in clay molds. Therefore, not long after Gongliang went, he got back two short spears, and as for the iron armor he wanted, he had to wait for two days because it needed to be built.

After taking the short spear back, Gongliang was a little hungry, so he wanted to cut some beast meat and cook it, and suddenly remembered the remaining three-color rice.

A total of two hundred and fifty grains of three-color rice were harvested, of which fifty grains became seeds, and he gave Wu a dozen more grains, and there were more than a hundred grains left.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten, let alone dry rice, and he hadn't even taken a sip of porridge since he arrived here. In his previous life, he was a Fujianese from the south, and if a Fujianese didn't eat, could he be called a Fujianese? Now he had more than 100 grains of rice in his hands, and he couldn't help but feel a little itchy in his heart, and he wanted to eat it very much.

But you can't eat too much, because you have to save some for seeds. So, he took twenty-five grains of three-color rice and shelled them, then added water and put them in a pot to boil.

The firewood in the stove was vigorous, and the blazing flame reflected the red face of Gongliang.

Looking at the stove, he felt that his life was a tragedy.

People eat either one pound or two pounds, or one bowl or two bowls, and he actually wants to count the grains, which is really helpless.

After a while, the porridge was cooked, and Gongliang hurriedly took some fresh beast meat and cut it into small slices, then put some pickled creek fish powder to taste, mixed with a little potato flour, and put it into the cooked porridge. After two rolls, the meat is cooked, and the fresh beast meat porridge is baked.

The three-color rice itself has a natural fragrance, and the fragrance is even more intense after cooking, mixed with the taste of fierce beast meat, which converges into a different aroma, which is very appetizing.

Twenty grains of rice is not a lot, and with the meat of the fierce beast, it is only a stone bowl when cooked.

But even if it was a bowl, it made Gongliang ecstatic. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had drunk porridge. Regardless of the fact that the porridge was still hot, he took a sip of it and was immediately so hot that he screamed, and hurriedly put the porridge on the table and waited for it to be cold. At this moment, he only felt that the night was so long.

Finally, the porridge was a little colder, barely enough to eat.

He couldn't wait to pick up the beast meat porridge and pour it into his mouth. At this time, the beast meat porridge was not just a bowl of porridge in his eyes, but a bowl of thick nostalgia, full of hometown memories.

He couldn't help but close his eyes and savor it.

I licked my mouth, but I couldn't feel the slightest taste of porridge. Because he drank so fast, he didn't even have time to taste the taste of the three-color rice. It's really a bit of the taste of Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, but it's a pity.

"Whoa"

Seeing Gongliang eating and not calling himself, the little guy hugged his leg and screamed dissatisfiedly below.

Gongliang forgot that there was still a little one, and a bowl of porridge was not enough to fill his stomach, so he went to the kitchen, intending to cook something more. Suddenly, a stream of heat began to surge from the abdomen to the limbs, making the body warm, and the strength seemed to increase slightly. Thinking of the porridge he drank just now, could it be that the three-color rice can also grow strength? It should be like this, although he also put a little fierce beast meat in it to cook just now, but it is not full of energy. It seems that this three-color rice is good, the energy is pure, not as mixed as the beast meat, and there is no hot and frivolous feeling of the beast meat after eating.

No wonder Wu vigorously supported him after eating a grain of three-color rice, and he also knew the benefits of three-color rice.

But how can the three-color rice be so good, remember this time for harvesting. He had poured nine bags of beast blood, one plant, let alone fifty.

It's just that since Wu said that he would let the leader fully support him, can he pretend to be a public beneficiary? Instantly, Gongliang remembered a dirty idea.

After cooking something and eating it with the little one, Gongliang leaned back in his chair and sat down. I remember that there were many names of pandas in my previous life, such as Pingping, An'an, Dandan, Lingling, Xingxing, Lanlan, Kangkang, Huanhuan, Feifei, Yanyan, Lili, Jiajia, Jingjing, Tiantian, Baobao, Yingying, Beibei, Shaoshao, Qiangqiang, Tuantuan, Yuanyuan, Maomao, Kaikai, Xinxin, and so on.

It's just that these names seem to be too common.

Gongliang looked at the little guy who had to let himself hold his face with a dead skin, and when he saw its round belly, he had an idea and decided to name it "Round Roll".

The name sounds extraordinary, fresh and unconventional, and it fits its character too well.

The little one who fell asleep didn't know that he had been given such a strange name, and he was sleeping soundly on Gongliang's belly.