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Luther spoke a few words with the wild children, and the wild children dispersed after a few words back.

"Before I came, there were more than ten wild children in this group, but now there are only three left." Luther said, "You must eat when you are hungry, but there is no way to tell whether these mushrooms are edible, so each person eats one." , you can eat the ones that don’t die.”

What a hardcore way of life!

Cecil sighed, and said: "Don't try it, you found out before that you can keep some edible ones, and you can grow mushrooms."

"I've planted it, but it doesn't work. It doesn't grow." Luther said, "I think it's the rain. These mushrooms will only appear after the rain. Now there are few autumns, and only the wet places in the woods will grow."

"I have a solution." The mud house has four rooms in total, one for Cecil, one for Langdon, one for Luther and the Wild Children, and the remaining one is finally available, "Don't eat Yes, keep some."

At this time, the wild children came back, chirping and repeating a few words, Luther breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I didn't find any new mushrooms this time, all of them are edible."

Mushrooms also grow in plateau areas, but most of them grow wildly for a while after the rain, and then disappear.Most of the mushrooms that the wild children took Cecil to see were khaki-yellow. He had actually eaten them. The umbrella head was big, thick, with little water content, and the taste was mellow. It was rich in elements that meat lacked and had certain pharmacological properties. .

"This actually grows on the grasslands." Luther grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth while saying, "It only grows when there is plenty of rain, but now it doesn't."

Cecil stared at Luther, who was chewing like a cow, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

"What?"

"Are you an animal?" Cecil said angrily, "It's a waste of such a good thing. You know that these are not ordinary mushrooms. Plateau mushrooms are very nutritious!"

"It's nothing..." Luther whispered, "It doesn't taste as good as meat, but it has more water."

Cecil poohed, just about to pick mushrooms, and suddenly realized one thing: he can't transplant mushrooms.

There are ready-made strain packs for growing mushrooms in modern times, not to mention mushroom houses and the like, Cecil doesn't know the real transplanted wild mushrooms at all.He looked at the mushroom that had grown into one, thought for a while, and said, "Pick off even the bark."

"Ah?" Luther was stunned, "Can't we just pick it?"

"No." For the sake of long-lasting food, Cecil said, "Try to chop the roots together, even those small and stringy things, as well as the soil of the mushrooms on the ground."

"What's so troublesome, it's not delicious." Although Luther complained so much, he and the wild children started to pick off the mushrooms and plants together. The children did it honestly, but he picked a mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth from time to time. I don't know where the beef I ate not long ago went.

I have to say that rhinoceros meat is different. It is a bit old and muscular, and it is very hungry. Cecil still feels that he can’t straighten his waist. Lu Desai’s amount is similar to his. Stomach.

"Cecil Knight Commander." There was only one person who could shout that.

"Coming soon!"

A group of people entered the forest with empty hands, and when they came out, they carried their handbags on their shoulders. Of course, they had to take a sip when they passed by the puddles.After putting all the mushrooms and hardwood branches back into the kolba, Cecil said, "Add mushrooms tonight, Langdon, help me cut some meat."

"Yeah." Langdon didn't refuse, he was really a good man who worked hard.

Luther was surprised: "Do you still eat at night?"

Cecil is no longer surprised. Since he came here, let alone eat three meals a day, it is enough to eat something every day.Luther and the wild children live no differently from animals. They eat and drink at any time, and they will eat as soon as they can. They will never waste a minute or a second to hesitate.

"Eat." Cecil's body should be very strong, how can he eat one meal a day without magic bread, not to mention, something as bad as magic bread really can't satisfy his appetite, "help me make one thing."

"what?"

"Mix the feces with the wet soil at the puddle."

In fact, this job is quite troublesome for Cecil. How do you get the feces back in the puddles?But get the wet water back from the puddle, and it'll be dry, right?After much deliberation, let Luther figure out a way.

In this way, the humidity in the mushroom house is indeed a problem, and plateau mushrooms have a particularly high requirement for moisture.

The more Cecil thought about it, the more he felt that it was imminent to dig a well, but there was no way to dig a well.

"What are you doing?" Luther didn't question it, but just muttered, "Experimental magic?"

"Well, what is experimental magic?" Cecil asked curiously.

"Experimental magic is to mix all kinds of things together and then thump and explode... In short, it's almost like this, and I don't understand it. If you really want to say that experimental magic is not bad, dark magic is called bullshit. Try to create some people There are things like a dog's nose on the face, and they dream of transplanting human brains into monsters all day long, a bunch of lunatics!"

Cecil: "...Won't this kind of thing be criticized?"

Luther rolled his eyes: "Do people care about criticizing lunatics?"

It makes sense.

Cecil stopped silently, and led Langdon to yesterday's rhino carcass.This season is not hot anymore, the wind is strong, and it is still dry. There should be no problem with fresh meat in the open air overnight. After arriving at the rhino carcass with such a good idea, he was shocked to find that such a big cow only had the chest and belly A little meat, and a huge skeleton.

What about my big cow? !

"There are many animals in the wild." Langdon gently reminded, "If you hunt, it's better to move back home."

Cecil looked aggrieved.

He and Luther couldn't move such a big rhino carcass. If it weren't for Luther's strength and hard wood point, he wouldn't even be able to remove the legs.They are so defenseless, it would be nice to be able to get their legs back.Now that it is like this, there is no other way, he sighed, walked around the cow, and found a layer of fat, compared with other meat crawling with ants and flies, the fat was hardened It turned out to be clean even after drying, he hastily took out Langdon's dagger - Langdon gave him a very generous gift - and after cutting off all the fat layer neatly, he picked the meat covered with skin To cut, in case there are any parasite eggs.

Langdon was not idle either. He cut the carcass into pieces neatly with a big sword, and cut off all the meat that was considered complete. He used straw ropes—he has also learned to weave straw ropes by hand, and weaving them along the way. Use it now - tie it up.

The two of them worked hard for more than half an hour before they almost turned the carcass into a skeleton. Cecil also took a few bones and wanted to make some beef bone soup. When he was thinking about the taste, he suddenly realized something: there was no pot .

Whether it is cooking or frying, you need a pot. It can be a pottery pot, or a porcelain pot. He doesn't want a metal pot. It's impossible, but you need a pot for everything.

"Do you know pot?" Cecil asked.

Langdon had a strange expression on his face: "Although magic bread is very convenient, things like pots are still a daily necessities."

Cecil was a little embarrassed: "Then do you know where there is a pot?"

"It's far away." Langdon said, "The closest I can get to here is about a week's walk."

A week here is ten days, which is not a short distance.

"And, do you have money?"

Langdon's last sentence was considered a killer. Cecil wilted immediately, and then went to get the brine. Without the help of the magic elk, the process of getting the brine would have been a lot of twists and turns. In the end, Langdon supported the narrow well wall slowly. It took a lot of work to descend slowly to fill the wooden cylinder.

On the way back, Cecil was thinking about how to make a pot until he saw the desk in his room.It was a wooden stake, cut horizontally, and it was very large. Only then did he realize that it was hardwood, but it hadn't been burnt so it couldn't be seen.

He regained his energy immediately, called Langdon up and said, "Can you dig this pile into the shape of a pot for me?"

Langdon looked at the desk and said, "Aren't you going to learn magic? A desk can at least give you a place to pray and learn magic."

"The stomach is the most important thing." Cecil blurted out, and he couldn't control that much. Now he is almost in a state of giving up on himself, "I'll talk about the rest later."

Langdon had nothing to do, so he first slashed and slashed with the broadsword, and then inserted the dagger into the pile. With a swipe of his arm, a semicircular inner core was dug out, and the rudimentary shape of a pot was formed. .

Cecil swallowed as he watched the muscles rise and fall.

"If you have learned magic, you can do these things easily." Langdon said for some reason, "Daggers and swords have been blessed with magic and holy light, and ordinary weapons cannot cut through hard wood."

Cecil laughed dryly, but didn't dare to speak.

The brine was slowly cooking on the fire, Luther had gone somewhere, Langdon was processing the cut meat, Cecil was picking mushrooms when he heard "ang-ang--" from outside Voice.

His heart tightened: Fuck, those deer won't come to beat the autumn wind again, will they?

Cecil ran out to see that there was an unnatural wave in the grassland far away, and after a while, the horse face of the leading elk emerged from the grass.

"Ah, Mr. Knight, good afternoon, I heard that you are going to have dinner again." The lead elk said so shamelessly, "I have a friend who wants to exchange some barbecue with you."

When that "friend" came out, Cecil's first reaction was: This guy is not here to make fun of me, is he?

The visitor is indeed a person, with sound limbs, one head, and a naked body. It is the normal state of the wild people. It is absolutely unusual for Luther to wrap a piece of animal skin and use magic. However, this person is completely naked. What the hell is there not a hair on the top and bottom?

MMP, are even the deer taunting me?