I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

I don't know who started to yell such a sentence, and then everyone yelled.

The old people in the tribe were stunned when they heard the sound, and immediately laughed.

Jiang Tu smiled. "Hurry up and deal with wild animals, wash your hands, and dinner will be served soon."

The tribe is changing, and the most obvious change is that people smile more, the children grow taller, and the old people look better.

Everyone's stomach is full, and their bodies are full of flesh.

For the Saru people, this is something they dare not expect, and it is something that they can even dream of.

In the dead of night, when the old people can't fall asleep, they always touch their stomachs worriedly, for fear that this is all a dream.

Before dawn, the old people saw Jiang Tu's figure and confirmed that it was not a dream. All the good things were a gift from God, Jiang Tu from God.

Thinking of the tears in the eyes of the old people here, the elderly grandmas secretly wiped their tears. If Jiang Tu hadn't strongly urged them not to kneel, they would have been so grateful that they would have knelt down to Jiang Tu many times.

Putting all kinds of delicious food on the sacrificial altar, the old people smiled all over their faces. "Children go get chopsticks, bowls."

"Okay..." The children responded cheerfully, and ran to get the bowls and chopsticks.

The people who cleaned the wild animals came back, and Jiang Tu said, "Everyone take the bowl and serve the yellow rice porridge for themselves."

The two big pots of yellow rice porridge are also very generous.

"What?" The man moved closer to Jiang Tu, kissed Jiang Tu's face, and asked about the porridge in the pot.

Jiang Tu was kissed sweetly by men every morning, after hunting, and good night.

"Yellow rice, I just discovered it today. This is the staple food, eat it with food."

"Is it the rice you mentioned?" The man remembered that Jiang Tu mentioned a mouthful of rice, which is also a staple food.

Jiang Tu filled two bowls, walked to the sacrificial altar with the man and said, "It's not rice, rice is rice, and this kind is millet."

The man let out an oh, and took the porridge and chopsticks from Jiang Tu.

"Taste quickly to see if it's good to drink."

The man bowed his head and took a sip.

At this time, all the people in the tribe served porridge and ate the food on the sacrificial altar while drinking it.

Jiang Tu smelled the aroma of yellow rice and took a sip while holding the bowl.

The fragrance of the yellow rice in the list enters the mouth, and the sticky and glutinous rice grains have a very special sticky feeling.

Jiang Tu took another sip, and felt that the yellow rice was not bad for making porridge.

"How is it? Are you okay?" Jiang Tu asked the man.

The man neither nodded nor shook his head, not knowing what to say.

He still thinks meat tastes better.

Jiang Tu knew what the man was thinking when he saw him, and laughed. "You're a carnivore."

“The meat is delicious...”

Jiang Tu smiled, regardless of the man, Jiang Tu drank the yellow rice porridge by himself.

After coming to the primitive tribe for more than a month, Jiang Tu ate rice at noon. Although he was small and yellow rice, Jiang Tu was very satisfied.

Jiang Tu also left some seeds and planned to cultivate them himself in the future.

At night, the torches were lit, and the people of the Saru tribe ate delicious food and talked to each other, and the children who were full ran around the sacrificial altar.

Insects and birds chirped in the wild, and the tribe was full of joy and laughter.

Although the carnivorous primitives were not interested in yellow rice, there was nothing left of the two pots of porridge, and all other food was eaten.

After eating and drinking, the old people wash the tableware, and the young and middle-aged go to salt the hunted meat and put it in the cellar.

Jiang Tu and the man sat beside the fire, and they burned each other's beards.

There is no sharp tool to cut the beard, and the only way to get rid of the beard is to burn it.

Jiang Tu took out a nearly burnt wooden stick and blew off the fire, and burned the man's beard bit by bit with the part with the coals in front.

The taste of burning beard is similar to that of burning bird feathers. I can't help but laugh while burning ginger.

It's a pity that the man couldn't get Jiang Tu's jokes, no matter how much he asked Jiang Tu, he just laughed.

Infected by Jiang Tu's smile, the man who looked at Jiang Tu also laughed along with Jiang Tu.

Jiang Tu, who burst into tears with laughter, pinched the man's handsome face.

"It looks so handsome, but it's silly when you smile."

The man grabbed Jiang Tu's hand, put it on his mouth and took a bite.

"Ah, be careful, fire..."