Prehistoric Survival Records

After the hooks were sharpened, everyone was ready to set off. Rigg hurriedly picked up the small fishhook he made for the first time and ran out. Charlie saw that Rieger had run away, and hurriedly picked up the coconut shells to keep up.

When they got to the river, Laika taught the group of orcs how to choose tree vines and what kind of branches they should look for as fishing rods.

Rieger listened and nodded secretly. Dad seemed a little unreliable, but he actually listened to every point he said very carefully, and added his own experience and insights from fishing all afternoon. The group of orcs nodded repeatedly to show that they were educated.

After the fishing rods were ready, everyone split up and went to the snow pit to dig for fish and insects. Finally, everyone found a relatively secluded place to sit still—fishing requires a quiet environment—this is the secret that Rieger taught Laika , Laika is now taught to this group of orcs.

Well, Rieg actually wanted to say that with the clumsiness of the fish in this lake, it doesn’t matter if it’s quiet or not, but anyway, this lake is really big, even if all the fish in the lake sit and fish together It can be done without disturbing each other. Anyway, fishing, just be happy.

Rieger thought as he drilled into a place where there were few people. He searched and searched, and finally found a lake with no waves. He stuck his head out and looked down from the top. Yes, he came to look in the mirror.

After being reborn in this world for so long, although I can see my own body parts every day, it is the first time that I can see what I look like as a whole.

Rigg finally saw himself through the calm water.

At first glance, he was a little dumbfounded, the mighty big cat that he had promised.

With neither a streamlined figure nor sharp teeth shining coldly, who is this cute cartoon creature with big eyes blinking like a hairball?

Well, it was himself, he lowered his head in frustration, and the hairball in the water also lowered his head aggrievedly, his pair of water-soaked cat pupils were full of disappointment.

Hey, he has forgotten that he is still a glutinous rice dumpling now, and it will take many years before he wants to grow up to look like Laika who is not angry and arrogant.

At this time, a chicken head stretched out from the side of the cat's head on the water, and it was Charlie who came to look in the mirror. Seeing Charlie's reflection, Rigg felt comforted. One day when he became a ferocious beast, Charlie is a chicken or a bird. No matter how he grows up, it seems that there is no possibility of growing into a ferocious beast. Rieger looked at Charlie sympathetically and said in his heart My poor brother, when I grow up, I will never let others bully you.

Rigg seemed to have forgotten that he seemed to be overwhelmed by Charlie in every way.

Anyway, let's toast to this beautiful bromance.

At this time, there was a sudden exclamation from the corner not far away. Finally, a lucky guy caught the first fish. The orcs who didn't catch the fish were very envious and congratulated him chirping, but soon There is no such effort, because everyone's fishing rods start to catch fish one after another.

At the beginning, when some fish were hooked, everyone was very pleasantly surprised. Every time a fish was hooked, they cheered. However, as more and more fish were caught, everyone gradually got used to it. It turns out that fishing is so interesting. It's a simple thing, just throw the hook into the water, the fish will bite the hook by itself, and when you lift it, the fish will get up.

If Rieger knew that he had such an idea, he would definitely say, you are so naive, big brother, the fish in this river just have never encountered such a thing before, so they will foolishly take the bait one after another. The fate of the bait's companion will definitely learn slowly, and you will know it by then.

Seeing this bountiful harvest, patriarch Bu's eyes were moist, and it was only at this time that he really let go of his heart. With these fish, this winter will not be too difficult.

At night, it is naturally another round of bonfire party. The people in the tribe are very happy. Not only are they happy because they can fill their stomachs, they are even more happy because the tribe has learned a new hunting method. Avoiding starvation to death in the cold winter is more important than falling a hundred cows from the sky~

The north wind howled, and although there was no more snow, the temperature was already so low that the orcs felt very uncomfortable.

One morning, before daybreak, Rigg woke up from the cold even though he was trapped in a thick pile of fur.

Quinn and Laika have already left with the hunting team. Although Rig has added fish as an option to the orcs' diet, at present, the staple food of the orcs is still meat, and the meat that can be hunted for the tribe is the orcs. The most proud part of a soldier is that he will not abandon this ancient custom handed down from generation to generation just because there are lighter options.

This is probably the biggest reason why this small group of orcs can survive in this harsh environment.

According to the two fathers, a long time ago, this orc tribe was very large. In its heyday, more than 500 orcs lived in the tribe at the same time. At that time, there were only fifty or sixty adults and seven or eight healthy cubs left in the tribe.

When he heard this, Lige couldn't help being a little awed. A group of 500 people, let alone in this prehistoric continent, belonged to a very large clan even in the era of the universe, but such a large group lives here, don't When it comes to looking for survival resources from the outside world, even within the tribe, they must compete for resources. Given the level of productivity of these orcs who have meat, eat without meat, sleep in caves, and wrap in animal skins, they can still tenaciously survive extinction. Said it was a miracle.

It is said that in the early days, only a small part of these orcs could evolve into human forms, but now, all orcs can evolve into human forms. Although I don’t know the reason, but with human forms, some simple collection, tanning, Learning to make basic skills such as spears, stone knives, and stone pots is a big reason why these orcs can survive to this day.

It was too cold outside, and Rieger was not in the mood to go out. He was spending time in the cave. He was carefully studying a reddish stone. This is a kind of ore with a high salt content, known as salt rock. , When the orcs wanted to use salt, they would grind these sedimentary rocks on coarse-grained ore, grind them into salty stone powder, and sprinkle them into the barbecue.

Rieger was also lucky enough to taste this "precious" roast meat sprinkled with salt powder a few times. The taste was so bitter, sour and astringent that he almost pulled out his tongue and threw it away. He knew it was stone removal powder. In addition, these salt rocks also contain impurities such as calcium, magnesium, and sulfate radicals. Afterwards, no matter how much Laika coaxed him, he firmly shut his mouth and shook his head like a rattle.

It is too embarrassing for a Chinese descendant of the ancient earth who has tasted delicious food to go through this kind of hardship. He would rather drink a few more shea nuts to supplement the salt.

This kind of red-pink ore can be ground into stone powder casually. Just sprinkle some on the meat to make the meat salty, which shows that the salt content is quite high. As long as you find a way to remove the impurities in it, you can get Really delicious salt too.

As soon as he thought of it, Liger immediately rolled out of the pile of animal skins, kicked Charlie who was still soundly asleep with his paw, and assigned physical work to the bewildered Charlie—millstone powder.

Although the density of this kind of ore is not very high, and the structure is not compact, it is still very laborious to grind it with Rieger's current small physique. Small, but the main reason is that his four little claws are inconvenient to operate and do not take force. Charlie is different, the strange chicken, grinding these small stones is like playing with them.

While Charlie was working, Rigg quickly jumped a few times, stepping on a few stones at the entrance of the cave, and jumped down the cave. Yes, after this period of training, he has been able to go down the cave well and quickly.

I broke off some ice picks and wrapped them in animal skin bags, and transported them into the cave. The animal skin bags were not big, and there were not many ice picks transported at one time. A small pile.

Throw all these ice picks into a stone pot in the cave. At this time, Charlie has also ground part of the salt rock in the cave into powder. Rigg dipped some powder with his claws and put it in his mouth. Bah——dead The cat is gone.

But just as he thought, the salt content was so high that even the sensitive cat tongue in his life couldn't stand it.

He poured the powder into the stone pot all at once, and Rieg picked up the flint.

I hit - Flint popped out a few sparks.

I'll call again, this time there are not many sparks left.

Shit, when will I be able to become a human? These claws are not for humans at all. Meow, it is simply too difficult to do some work!

Lige held the flint in his two fur paws and looked up to the sky to meow, meowing and meowing, the fluff all over his body that exploded receded, and a little human being about three years old suddenly appeared on the ground where the kitten was lying on his stomach.

This young lady has a head of black ink hair, two big dark pupils glistening as if filled with smoothies, and her fleshy cheeks are bulging out of dissatisfaction, she is so cute head.

Then, the child suddenly stared blankly at his two little hands, with a sleepwalking expression on his face.

Lige kept lying in his heart, so he just had to think about it hard, did the transformation between beasts and humans use thoughts? Why didn't this kind of thing happen? Tell him, this is two months of being a pet cat for nothing ah.

Then his head suddenly hurt, he quickly covered his head, and pushed Charlie away who was approaching - go away, Charlie, don't cut my hair.

In fact, Charlie was just curious about why Rigg's wild-colored hair suddenly turned black.

Being pushed away, he shrugged his two little wings indifferently, and stretched out his mouth to scratch the earlobe that looked pink and tender.

Rieg hurriedly covered his earlobe again.

After arguing like this for a while, Rieger came back to business and ordered Charlie to stand aside obediently and not to make trouble.

With hands, even though they are just cute little meaty hands, it is easier to do anything. Rigg is so moved that he almost wants to stand up and do a set of radio gymnastics.

He knocked the flint with his two little hands, and the large sparks set the tinder under the stone pot on fire. Then he lay down and blew on it, and the small fire turned into a big fire. He added a handful of firewood, and soon, the pot was ablaze. .

Not long after, the ice cones in the pot melted into a pot of water, and Rieg worked tirelessly to stir the mixture of stone powder and water with a wooden stick.

Stir well, put out the fire, and let Charlie go out and find more ice to throw in the pot, until the small pot of mixture turns into a large pot of mixture, and the next step is to stand.

The heavy stone powder and sand quickly settled at the bottom of the pot. Rieger used half a coconut shell as a scoop, and scooped the supernatant liquid into another pot. Since there was no lighter water container in the cave, Rieger Running back and forth between two stone pots looks extremely busy. This is the biggest inconvenience of low productivity. There is not even a container suitable for holding it. You can’t run around holding the pot. He can’t do it either. .

He asked Rieger to grind the remaining salt rock into powder, and did the same thing again. In the end, Rieger got two large pots of brine with a strange smell.

Although the taste is still impure, at least the stone powder, sand and other sundries visible to the naked eye have been removed.

Next, Lige boiled the two pots of brine on high heat, and sprinkled a handful of plant ash, which contains alkali, which can accelerate the precipitation of impurities.

Boil two large pots of water into two small pots, and there is a thin layer of sulfate scale on the wall of the stone pot. This is the sulfate impurity precipitated in the brine, which is the biggest culprit that makes the brine bitter.

In order to save firewood, Rig combined the two pots into one pot. During the boiling process, he kept adding ice to the brine to dilute it, so that as much sulfate as possible could be agglomerated on the wall of the pot.

As the liquid in the pot became denser, some white crystals slowly condensed on the bottom and walls of the pot.

Lige's eyes lit up and he succeeded. This is the salt he wants to get!

Using a twig, he slowly sweeps the white powder into the coconut shell, then repeats the process of adding water and brine.

It burned like this all afternoon, burning all the firewood in the house, and finally, I got a ball of coarse salt powder the size of a baby's fist.

Lige dipped his fingers lightly and put it in his mouth to taste. Although it is still not pure enough, the ash is not alkaline enough, and the separation process is not meticulous, it is inevitable that some impurities are mixed in, but the bitter taste of salt has been greatly improved. Yep, it almost tastes like kosher salt already.

Without the help of soda lime, etc. for precipitation and separation, and without a filter device, it is already a big breakthrough for this civilization to improve the taste of salt to this level. If it is to be further improved, more is needed The supporting facilities, this is temporarily unthinkable.

To put it bluntly, the infrastructure of this tribe is almost zero, there are no supporting facilities, and it is difficult for a smart woman to cook without rice. Coupled with my current small body, the future is simply at a loss!

Hey, take your time.

The author has something to say: After finishing this chapter, I am going to press down on the number of words, otherwise the data will be too ugly