Sweet and salty prehistoric husband and wife

There are two thatched huts on both sides of the Tribal Square, each about [-] square meters. There is a thatched hut on the left for storing ingredients, one is a weaving room, and the other is a grocery room on the right for daily necessities. It is vacant, and there are some seats. This is the place where the tribes use to discuss things, and it is the conference hall.

Mr. Hua Yu refused the kindness of the tribal warriors, and walked slowly to the conference hall by himself. After changing into clothes, he folded the original modern clothes and put them on one of the stools in the conference hall. Time to take it back.Then he went back to the creek. He noticed that the fish in the creek were all good in size, and he could catch some to improve his food.

Although Mr. Hua Yu has never cooked since he was a child, he has never seen a pig run or eaten pork. He has read no less than [-] food books, and he cooks according to the recipes. It is better than what he eats now.

Mr. Hua Yu asked Gita to take a few longer twigs, a few small ropes made of cotton and linen, and the offal of horned sheep discarded in the lower reaches of the creek. Gita also picked up a larger one. crockery.

Among them, the fishhook is the one that takes more effort. Without iron, only barbed hooks can be used.Bones can also be used to make fishhooks, but they need to be polished, which is too time-consuming. Now it is more convenient to find wood thorns and branches.

Jita is a little expert, and he has found everything Hua Yujun needs.Mr. Hua Yu broke off the thorny branches, selected suitable wooden thorns to make fishhooks, and then tied them with hemp rope, and tied the branches with hemp rope at the other end. Looking at the simple movements, Mr. Hua Yu did it very slowly, and his hand movements always It is uncoordinated.

Geeta understood, and immediately tied up the remaining branches and fishhooks. He quickly made Hua Yu-jun stare at the untied branches in his hand and silent for three seconds, and silently handed the branches in his hand to Geeta, also Don't embarrass yourself anymore, his poor hands-on ability will probably be difficult to correct in his life.

Quickly tied up the branches in his hand and handed them to Mr. Hua Yu. Geeta didn't think it was a problem at all. These dirty and rough tasks were not what the envoy should do. The power of the envoy lies in his wisdom.

Mr. Hua Yu is not entangled, and the incoordination of hands, brains and hands is not a matter of a day or two, and he does not need to spend his mind to feel uncomfortable.

Put some viscera on the hook, throw the rod and throw the line, and hand the simple fishing rod in Jita's hand again. He called a few friends over, and each handed one over.

"Gita, what is the envoy doing?" one of the friends quietly asked curiously.

"I don't know. There must be a reason for the envoy to do things. We just do it." Geeta was also curious, but he suppressed his curiosity, held a branch, looked at the calm stream along the line, and waited obediently.

The three little friends stopped talking, and quietly held the branches, looking at the calm stream, they found that the fish were slowly gathering, and they understood, it turned out that the purpose of the envoy was the fish in the water.

The fish is not tasty at all. Unless there is no food in winter, they don't touch it at all. There are many fish bones stuck in the throat, and it is very smelly, and it makes you feel sick after eating it.

The children stared at the schools of fish swimming around, wondering whether to catch the hooked fish.Catching the gaze of the angel looking over, they pulled it immediately, but they were too naive, thinking that they could easily catch the fish. Seeing the empty hook, the fish had already run away, and the bait was gone.

Children are inherently unconvinced. It is one thing for them not to want to fish, but another for them not to catch it. They don’t care if the fish tastes good or not. They put the internal organs on the hook again, throw the rod and continue fishing. They still don’t believe it. The fish cannot be caught.

Hua Yujun glanced at the angry children out of the corner of his eyes, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, the fish took the bait, and made sure that it would not be easily run away after the hook was hooked. Pull the rope, and the fish landed.