Xiao Yong found a dry piece of hardwood from the side of the cave, then found another hardwood branch, sharpened one end on a stone, and then prepared some dry velvet grass as a firestarter.

"You watch!"

"Yes. ”

When Xiao Yong was a child, he played a game of drilling wood to make fire, and at that time he almost ignited the firewood at home and was beaten by his father.

"The wood below, you need to use such a dry and hard wood, such as this piece of wood, there is a worm eye here, it is very suitable for ......"

Xiao Yong taught the Xiao tribe to use the most primitive method of drilling wood for fire.

It's not that Xiao Yong doesn't know a more labor-saving method, but in the dark, there is a force that makes him subconsciously choose this most primitive way of making fire.

As Xiao Yong's hands quickly rubbed the hardwood branches, the place where it came into contact with the wood wormhole below became hotter and hotter, and as a green smoke came out, Xiao Yong accelerated the speed of rubbing.

A little spark came out from the place where the wooden branch came into contact with the wooden block, Xiao Yong carefully poured the spark on top of the velvet grass, and with a gentle blow, a firelight, mixed with a burst of smoke, emerged from the velvet grass.

With the emergence of the firelight, a very thick merit qi appeared from the void of the desolate world, divided into three large and three small strands, and instantly invested on Xiao Yong, the wooden blocks used for the fire, the wooden branches, and the new flames.

"Treasure of Merit!"

The wooden blocks and branches, as well as this flame, have not changed on the outside, but Xiao Yong knows that the inner nature of these three things has completely changed.

"Fire?"

Looking at the flames created by Xiao Yong's operation, the clansmen of the Xiao tribe pointed to the flames and asked.

"Fire!"

Xiao Yong grabbed the dancing flame from the velvet grass, without burning his hand in the slightest, only a warm feeling, and the infusion of merit made this flame have the characteristics of being inextinguishable.

Xiao Yong placed it on the hardwood block, and the hardwood branch was inserted into the wormhole of the hardwood block, and the three became a whole.

"Let's call you a flint!"

Xiao Yong named this newborn unquenchable flame in honor of the human saint Suiren Clan, whom he knew.

"Xiao Shen!"

"Fire!"

"Xiao Shen!"

"Fire!"

......

The people of the Xiao tribe didn't know what Xiao Yong's operation meant, but when they saw Xiao Yong solemnly put the hardwood blocks, hardwood branches, and the flames that appeared into the temple, they still cheered loudly.

"Elder Wei, you take everyone and go find more dry wood and branches. ”

"Yes, Xiao Shen!"

The adults and older children of the Xiao tribe followed the elders and went to collect firewood around the tribe according to Xiao Yong's instructions.

There was a group of children left, the eldest of whom had just learned to climb, and one by one, they were left in front of Xiao Yong's temple.

But these children are very well-behaved, and the amazing thing is that there is not a single crying person.

Staring at a group of small eyes, Xiao Yong didn't know how to take care of these children, and carried them into his cave one by one, placing them on top of the fur of an unknown beast.

The light of the flint fire shone on this group of children, one by one, they seemed to feel the warmth brought by the flint, and between their expressions, they could see that they were a little more safe.

Xiao Yong quickly returned to the rental house in the modern world, and brought the milk powder prepared for Bo and his two large plastic basins.

"There is no way to boil hot water, and brewing milk powder with cold water in the land of heaven should only be good for this group of children, and there will be no harm!"

Xiao Yong muttered, calculated the capacity of the basin and the proportion of milk powder according to the instructions on the milk powder can, and poured most of the milk powder into the water rich in the vitality of the wilderness.

Stir well, and the sweet smell of milk powder wafts into the cave.

Bo, who had tasted the taste of milk powder, was the first to twist his body towards the milk powder basin, but he was too small, and in the end he didn't even turn over.

"Don't be in a hurry, little one. ”

Xiao Yong took the bottle, filled the basin with "Flood Vitality Milk", and took turns to feed the hungry children one by one.

"It should be almost!"

When the clansmen of the Xiao tribe returned with firewood one after another, Xiao Yong finally fed all the children, and the "Flood Wilderness Vitality Milk" played a role in these children, and one by one the children fell asleep on the animal skins, and their little faces were flushed.

Holding the two empty basins, Xiao Yong walked out of the "temple".

"Don't worry, the kids are inside, I fed them something to eat and are all asleep now. Xiao Yong said to the Xiao tribesmen who were looking at their caves.

"Yes. ”

Knowing that the child was carried into the temple by Xiao Yong, after a few came back, the Xiao tribesmen who had not seen the child were relieved.

"Come, do something for me, take two pieces of meat from there. ”

Xiao Yong commanded the Xiao tribesmen, who came back first, to put the beast meat hanging next to his cave into a basin and stack it with salt and other seasonings.

"There's still too little seasoning!"

After marinating more than 20 pieces of meat, all the seasonings brought by Xiao Yong have been consumed.

By the time all the Xiao tribesmen returned, there was already a large pile of dry firewood like a hill in front of the temple.

"Elder Wei, Mang, and a few of you, move this firewood over there, don't put it all here and pile it up. ”

"You, and a few of you, go and move the stones over here. ”

"Yes, you put the stone here, change the side. ”

"Yours put it here. ”

......

Xiao Yong moved his mouth, and the clansmen of the Xiao tribe moved their hands, surrounded a fire circle with stones, and piled up firewood.

After finishing this, Xiao Yong picked up some flammable firewood from the firewood pile, tied it into a torch, entered the cave, and lit it on the fire.

Walked out of the cave and ignited the piled firewood.

The first man-made bonfire in the desolate world, in front of the temple of the Xiao tribe, was blazing.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

......

The clansmen of the Xiao tribe jumped and shouted around the bonfire.

"Alright, follow me!"

Xiao Yong waited for everyone to shout and jump for a while, suppressed everyone's excited shouts, picked up a wooden stick, put on the smallest piece of animal meat, and gently rotated it on the bonfire.

"Xiao Shen, what is this for?"

"Barbecue!"

"Fire?barbecue?"

"Yes, roast meat over fire!"

"Barbecue!"

Elder Wei beckoned the adults of the clan, and according to Xiao Yong's approach, he gathered around the bonfire and turned the wooden stick wearing the piece of meat.

The aroma of barbecued meat, mixed with the smell of burnt meat being roasted, permeated the entire Xiao tribe.

"Eat!"

"Barbecue, eat?"

"Yes, barbecue is for eating!"

Xiao Yong's craftsmanship is not very good, although he carefully controls the distance between the meat and the bonfire, but the piece of meat he roasted still shows a black and dark color, and he obviously does not grasp the heat.

"Eat!"

Ignoring the fact that the freshly roasted meat was still very hot, Xiao Yong tore a small piece of meat with his hand and handed it to the finch next to him, and then took a big bite of the barbecue.

"Hmmm——, it's so fragrant!"

With the completion of the barbecue, a merit qi that was much smaller than when the flint was born was injected into Xiao Yong's body.

"Roast meat, there is even merit!"

Xiao Yong is a little united, but this merit is not because of barbecue, but because of the edification merit of the people of the Xiao tribe who taught him to barbecue.