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The processing of food in the tribe is very simple, nothing more than sticking the meat with branches and roasting it, which is somewhat troublesome.

Because if the branches are too thick, it will be difficult for the flesh to pass through; if they are too thin, they will be easily burnt, resulting in undercooked roasting. It is not so much that the tribe has already used fire, but it is better to say that they are still groping, and fire gives them the greatest opportunity. The use is still heating, not a tool.

Things have to be done one by one, and thoughts have to be changed a little bit.

Uro took a deep breath. He can't go too far in this forest alone. He can only go out after he has a corresponding status in the tribe and goes out with the leaders to trade or find a new place to live. hope, or completely destroy their own hope.

The cistern is not too big, like a medium-sized bathtub, but not that deep, but it is enough for the tribe to drink on weekdays.The river was too far away and dangerous. Uro used the water from the reservoir to wash the stone slabs and clay pots unceremoniously, and then put these things to dry in the sun, and then made new chopsticks out of tree branches, and only then did he process the ingredients.

Frying, frying and frying require corresponding pots and pans and seasonings. Wu Luo has nothing else on hand now, so he can only fry the venison and cook some broth to drink.

The stone slab was placed on the stacked stones, and the tongue of fire licked underneath, slowly turning black smoke. After Wuluo filled the water, he placed it on another pile of fire, and put his hands on top of the stone slab to feel it After confirming that the temperature was about the same, a few pieces of wild boar fat were put on it half-handled and half-clamped.

The stone slab made a "stinging" sound almost instantly, and the children immediately buried their heads in the adults' arms, and even many adults were taken aback.

The grease soon slowly seeped out from the fat. Ulo picked up a piece of fat that hadn't shrunk too much and wiped the center of the whole slate with the oil. Not only the fat whined, but even the slate Crackling and dancing like eating popping candy.Probably some remaining water droplets on the slate have not been completely dried, so the oil star jumped up, and the old god Uro picked up a piece of venison and put it on the pork.

Everyone unconsciously slowed down their food handling and looked at Uro quietly.

Uro thought of the miserable little fish yesterday, so he put it on the slate as well. The slate was relatively flat, but it couldn’t hold the wild boar too fat, and the golden oil overflowed the whole slate after it was boiled out. It’s not good to fry big fish, but fried sticks. Small fish are more than enough.He took some lard from clean leaves and poured it into the boiling pot, and then poured some small minced meat and tomato-like red fruits.

That mountain of food does not belong to Uro, the only thing Uro can control is the food of himself, a few pregnant women, and the leader—when Hua limped over to help, his food also belonged to Uro up.

There are not many people in the tribe who can get close to the fire and use it, so most of them are roasted by a few specific people after everyone has processed the raw food, and the efficiency is very slow.Although everyone couldn't understand what Uro was doing, but when they saw him handling the food, they thought that the leader asked him to barbecue, so they piled up the processed meat around him.

The few women who are usually in charge of the barbecue looked at the leader suspiciously, not knowing where to start, the leader thought for a while, asked someone to get a new stone slab, and rekindled the fire, strictly following Uro's actions. to imitate.

While staring at his actions, Hua kept asking for words related to Uro. The leader seemed a little surprised, but he didn't mean to stop him, but watched the whole process patiently.Uro was a little surprised to see that they did not go to study after reading, but followed suit. Learning while doing is a more efficient way of learning. He couldn't communicate with the people in the tribe, so it was hard to say. on the road.

The leader was extremely conflicted. She only regarded Uro as a witch who could cure diseases, but now the witch showed more abilities, which she had never heard of before, so how to arrange Uro reasonably was a headache. thing.

And jars, bowls, how did they appear?

The minced meat is cooked very quickly, and Wu Luo instructed Hua to cut the thicker meat and divide them into thinner meat with stones. Of course, it is impossible to arrange it like a modern plate. It only needs to be placed on a stone plate to fry it. OK.

The lard residue and cooked meat left after oil extraction were all dragged into the bowl.

The crow's work was a bit hungry, so he simply squeezed a piece of lard residue into his mouth. It was crunchy and full of burnt aroma. It would be even better if he could sprinkle some salt on it.

The food was always distributed by the leader. Seeing Uro stealing food, everyone immediately became angry and let out low roars.

Uro didn't know what happened at all, he just ate a piece of lard, why suddenly everyone seemed to have changed their temper, everyone was glaring at him, which made Uro feel a little hairy.It wasn't until he looked at his oily fingers and felt the smell of meat spreading from his lips and teeth that his heart skipped a beat.

Habit kills!

Now Wu Luo felt that the piece of lard residue was stuck in his throat. Although he had swallowed it long ago, he still felt as if something was clogging his throat. On the oil residue.

The leader suddenly stood up and roared. She was taller, with feathers on her hair, she was as majestic as a phoenix, and everyone fell silent.

"Uh." The leader looked at him coldly, and also warned.

Uro felt his hairs stand on end with this look. He nodded and hurriedly pressed his beating heart back into his chest, realizing that he was almost challenging the position of leader just now.Eating lard residue is indeed a trivial matter, but he is eating food that has not been distributed by everyone. If he opens his mouth, more and more people will steal or ignore the authority of the leader in the future.

power...

Uro sighed softly in his heart. In the final analysis, it was because he still didn't have enough right to speak in this tribe, and he didn't have enough right to make everyone feel that everything he did was taken for granted.

They are indeed primitive people, but they have their own rules to live.

Even though Wu Luo didn't come here willingly, he was already here after all, and he could either obey or die.

The soup can be simmered slowly, but the barbecue can’t last forever. Wuluo can pick up the meat freely with wooden chopsticks, which makes it difficult for the women who are studying. They look at Wuluo blankly, and finally take a small wooden stick roughly Sweep all the fried meat slices into the leaves, and hand over all the food to the leader for distribution.

The leader still distributed it to Wu Luo first, and Wu Luo took over his own fried fish and meat slices, and let Hua take over to fiddle with the raw meat.

Wu Luo washed his hands, shook the fried golden fish, and smiled wryly.

It's not easy these days.

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感谢在2019111615:09:13~2019111718:35:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you for the little angel who threw mines, 2 slushes;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution, 20 bottles of Baixi; 10 bottles of Jiguang sliced ​​fish; 5 bottles of Amomo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!