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Primitive man, of course, cannot have any notion of hygiene.

Ulo's slight doubts about the physical strength of these people in the language class disappeared in an instant. If it was really a prank, it would be "too much" to play such a joke with a baby and a wolf.

Uro's hands weren't really clean from the stones he had just thrown, but they were a model of hygiene compared to the woman trying to feed her baby.He helped the other party clean every corner of the fingers very meticulously, except for the nails covered with mud. The nails of these people are quite hard and sharp. The surface looks the same as modern people, but the touch is very different. Other hard, closer to the beast.

The leader squatted aside and looked at the two of them curiously. She seemed to be confused by Uro's behavior, and she might have misunderstood that this was a part of the healing process. She tried to pass her injured arm over several times in the middle, but was pushed by Uro tirelessly. go back.

After repeating this behavior several times, the leader probably understood that Uro was not treating each other, so she began to observe the palms of their hands that gradually became clean after touching through this unknown thing, which made her even more confused .

Usually, this only happens when they go down in the water to fish or drink.

Because he couldn't understand what Uro was doing, the leader quickly withdrew his body and continued to direct everyone to deal with the prey. The most important thing for the tribe was to eat.

Uro put the wet wipes back into the packaging bag and looked at the ignorant baby huddled in the scarf, completely unaware of how the other party had survived until now.

Although old people often say that if you don’t do dirty work, you won’t get sick if you eat it, but it’s not enough to be so unclean, right?

Almost no one understood what Ulo had just done, just watched him fuss around for a while, and the woman feeding the baby withdrew her hand and quickly grabbed the sticky jam from the stone and fed it, without even paying attention to herself Did it rub against the dirt again.

Uro sighed softly, and didn't care about his wasted effort anymore, but continued to look at everyone. The deer was even more unbelievably large at a close look. It seems that he was not mentally ill at the time and had hallucinations, but The animals here are indeed so special.Whether it was the strange bird I saw before, or the strange wolf I experienced yesterday, including the giant deer I was going to eat today, they were all slightly different in appearance and size from the animals in Uro's cognition.

The stone knives used by the chiefs are not sharp, they are closer to chopping or grinding the meat from the bones than cutting, and some people are specially in charge of roasting meat.

I don’t know if it’s because of the habit of drinking raw blood in the tribe. They don’t eat well-done meat.

Uro had heard that dog breeders would feed their dogs raw meat to keep them wild. Thinking of the nails he touched just now, he wasn't sure if the people of this tribe were also keeping themselves wild.

In the whole cave, only the woman feeding the baby and Uro were not involved in the dinner project. While Uro was meditating, the woman came over and roasted a small piece of her own meat.She stuffed the half-baked meat into her mouth and chewed it up, then fed it to the baby. The blood was still in the corner of her mouth, and she licked it into her mouth. Then she walked to the back of the giant deer and sat down to help.

Uro watched the whole scene from the sidelines, and couldn't help being awed, thinking that if he stayed in this tribe long enough, he might be able to witness how a strong primitive baby grows up.

The only idler left now is Uro, but fortunately he has a thick skin and doesn't feel any discomfort.

It may be because the giant deer is too big. Although the processing speed is not slow, it obviously still takes a certain amount of time, especially when they only have one fire.The order of distributing food was the same as last night, except that Wu Luo first handed a large piece of meat and two fruits to Wu Luo on a leaf, and then began to distribute food to other people.

The hot meat seeped through the crisp green leaves, and the high temperature almost scalded Uro's hands. He looked at the leader in confusion, wondering why his priority was suddenly ahead of the children, but there was no harm after all, he He bowed his head and ate his supper.

This time the meat was roasted relatively well, but there was still no treatment, so there was still a bit of raw meat smell in the middle. This time the food was far more than yesterday's portion, and it was almost impossible to swallow it vaguely, unless Uro If you want to commit suicide by swallowing meat, it will definitely not be a more dignified way of suicide than committing suicide by swallowing gold.

There is no salt in the tribe, and it seems that they mainly rely on animals to supplement salt.

Uro slowly tore off the cooked shredded meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He planned to try roasting the remaining raw meat later, after all, he was his own now.

Drinking raw blood is more acceptable than eating raw meat. The human body needs to consume salt, but there may be some unknown disease in the animal's blood—I don't know which is worse, insufficient salt or ingesting parasites.

The good news is that deer blood is easy to coagulate. If you scald them in hot water, Uro can convince himself to eat boiled duck blood.

The problem is the hot water...

You have to build a container that can hold it.

If you don't follow the long-term plan, Uro's suitcase is of course a huge container, but it can't be vacated for the time being, let alone used as a pot.Most of the things he carried with him were plastic boxes and bags, and there were no substitutes. It was just a dream to find something from the suitcase that could be used on food.

Speaking of which, pottery is how to do it.

Wu Luo only had mud and fire in his memory. He knew that a kiln was needed to make pottery, but he didn't know what kind of kiln it was. There was mention of fire in the news. I couldn't help muttering.

"Ugh!"

Hua originally wanted to limping over and sit next to Uro, but the leader took a look at him and scolded him, so he had to sit obediently in his place and show off what he had just learned.

As long as everyone stayed where they were, the leader didn't care what they were doing.

Wu Luo raised his head and looked at Hua, who was smiling brightly, waving the piece of meat in his hand, "Hua Chi..." He waved his hand vigorously, showing expectant eyes.

"Meat." Uro had to respond to him.

Everyone in the cave has its own place, and it is not really chaotic. If necessary, the leader will restrain him. Uro dare not move around. He doesn't want to be driven to the entrance of the cave to blow the cold wind.

"Hua eats meat!" Hua said contentedly.

Uro wondered if he should be ashamed of his studiousness.

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