In the beast world, I got rich and became the favorite of the group

Chapter 13 Underestimated her.

Good guy, could it be that he is a man with facial paralysis and sullenness?

The man's pointed wolf ears stood high on his head. At first glance, he looked resolute and indifferent on the outside, ruthless, but he didn't know what he was playing in his heart.

Two words popped out of An Jin's head.

Erha.

At noon, An Jin had been busy for a long time, sweating profusely from the heat, and her throat was dry. The rough thick earth and stone structure house like the beast world was also very dry and hot, which made people feel unbearable.

The flat stomach protested, and An Jin finally felt hungry.

Staying in Linghong's room for the past two days, he has been making do with boiled meat and some wild fruits.

The wild fruits in this place have not been cultivated, and the sweetness is astringent and bitter, making it difficult to swallow. The boiled meat here is pure wild boar boiled in water. The meat is rough and smells fishy and salty. Absolutely delicious After one bite, I don't want to eat the second bite.

But seeing Ling Hong chewing with gusto and devouring it voraciously, she crouched in the corner holding the stone bowl and doubted life.

She had just come to this place, and the original owner had a low status and had no right to speak, so she didn't have much opinion on the food in the past two days, but after two or three days of tormenting her internal organs, she really couldn't stand it...

If she continues to eat like this, she will vomit blood.

"Ling Hong, do you have any food left here?"

An Jin knew that the food types in the primitive society were relatively scarce, so he only carried a few basic foods, "For example, rice and white noodles, simple salt seasoning or something?"

"What is seasoning?"

Ling Hong couldn't help but be stunned when he heard these strange things being said by the female in front of him. A dark look flashed in his eyes, "What is rice white noodles?"

"It's the planted rice, wheat and other grains, which are crushed into powder and processed in a series..."

"Rice? Wheat?"

When Ling Hong's pretty brows furrowed, An Jin's heart went cold.

It's over, it's over, look at him like this, he doesn't even know what rice is or what wheat is!

An Jin originally thought that the level of civilization in this world was relatively low, but never expected that it was so ridiculously low? ? !

The skinny female was full of despair, covered her heart, and resisted the urge to vomit blood, "Then...does our house have anything to eat?"

When An Jin subconsciously said the words "our family", Ling Hong's eyes flickered, and he seemed a little at a loss, but he did not deny it.

Seeing that the man was stunned, An Jin tilted her head and waved her hands in front of him.

"It's okay." He shook his head, raised his green eyes, and signaled to the door, "There is food in stock, but there is no white flour as you mentioned, only some prey I hunted."

An Jin nodded. The prey is fine. Although the quality of the food is not as good as that of the world she lived in, it is worse than a lot of lean meat, so it is a good choice.

The beastman's food was stored in a small thatched hut near the bedroom. Before An Jin walked in and opened the door, there was a rotten smell wafting out of it.

She paused, quickly covered her mouth and nose, endured the discomfort caused by the bad smell, and looked inside, but she was startled when she saw it.

It's summer and the weather is dry, food is not easy to preserve, and they don't have refrigerators or anything like that. Putting these animal carcasses in the house is easy to rot and rot.

Many of the corpses inside have decomposed.

There was a sudden nausea in my stomach.

With trembling hands, An Jin resisted the dizzy feeling of vomiting and reached out to pick up the dead prey. Among them were one or two pheasants, which seemed to have been shot just two days before the injury. They were well preserved and acceptable. Eat.

An Jin picked up the pheasant and ran towards the mouth.

All the way to the door, the rotten smell like maggots attached to the bones was blown away by the wind.

An Jin suddenly had some sympathy for the people in this world. The average age of these orcs was only 50 to [-] years old. She had to suspect that a large factor of the short life was due to eating too many spoiled and rotten products.

As soon as they entered the house, the little female ran over panting heavily and asked, "Ling Hong, we should have salt here!"

"Have."

Their tribe is still close to the sea, and they often trade with seaside tribes. There is no shortage of precious items such as coarse sea salt.

He is the number one warrior of the tribe, leading the hunting team of the tribe. He has made great contributions to the tribe, and he distributes a lot of coarse salt every time.

An Jin finally got a little comfort, walked to the stone table, brought a wooden board and put it on the table, holding a sharp bone blade in his hand, and began to clean up the pheasants, "In the future, don't put the prey directly into the storage room, we can Pickle it first, then wrap it tightly so that it won't rot easily."

"Really?"

Food rot has always been a big problem for them. Over the years, no one has come up with a solution. Ling Hong couldn't help but doubt, "How do you know?"

"I heard it from others when I was a child."

An Jin casually found a reason to prevaricate, but did not realize that Ling Hong's eyes turned sharply behind him, "Did you hear what others said?"

Word by word, gradually getting colder, his voice was low and deep like an interrogation.

"Who is the other?"

"My head hit a rock, and I can't remember many things clearly. It seems that an old man in the original tribe taught us when I was young."

"..."

Ling Hong didn't believe it.

The nonchalant look on the female in front of her was obviously perfunctory.

He has lived for nearly 20 years, and no one has ever told him that salting can preserve food, not only him, but also other orcs around him.

How could she know it from others?

The man leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and his long bony fingers inadvertently touched his nearly healed wound, and a deep thought burst out in his green eyes.

Perhaps he has always underestimated this female.

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