Prehistoric Survival Records

Hearing that Lige had been mysteriously burning something out of the charcoal kiln, the patriarch Bu hurriedly left the half-gnawed roasted tendon and ran over in no time.

Although he didn't stare at Lige's busy work all day long, the two brown bear brothers were his helpers, and they would report to him, the patriarch, on the work situation when they returned from work every day.

Although they told him everything about charcoal kilns, basket weaving, kiln temperature, and entropy changes, he was confused and didn't understand, but in order to maintain the authority of his patriarch Sex, he was too embarrassed to lower his face to ask.

Most importantly, he felt that even if he lowered his face to ask, these two idiots might not be able to answer, even if he didn't understand, could these two bastards understand?

But he was curious, as if there was a claw scratching in his heart, and he couldn't spend all day asking around other people's brats, didn't it seem that he didn't trust them, besides, he patted his chest to promise that he would let them slow down. Think slowly, don't feel pressured, so he just endured it.

Fortunately, there were a lot of new things in the tribe in the past two days. For a while, it was popular to carry a basket, and for a while, it was popular to carry a water bottle in the hunting team.

Waiting and waiting, finally, there was news from Rieger, he should hurry up.

Seeing that Bu was rushing over, Lige thought he was very interested in his invention, so he pointed it out to him.

He picked up a piece of charcoal and put it in his hand: "Grandpa patriarch, this is called charcoal, and it is a very useful thing."

"It can be used to roast fire and prey in winter. The temperature is higher than that of wood, and the smoke is smaller, so it is guaranteed not to choke people."

He pulled the cloth to look at his filtration system again: "I call this thing a filter pool. I have tried it. As long as the salt water is filtered through layers, it can greatly remove the miscellaneous smell, which is what I told you before. , if there is a chance to improve the salt, it depends on this pool.”

When it came to such a serious matter, Bu changed his previous teasing manner and became serious.

He first carefully observed the charcoal that Rieger handed over to him. Lightness was his first impression. He didn't notice anything else, but his intuition told him that this thing was very useful.

Later, I heard Lige say that this thing called charcoal burns warmer than wood and has less smoke.Although I haven't seen the effect with my own eyes, it's easy to prove this. Just light a fire and see. There's no need for you to tell such a lie.

Gal shouted from the side: "Patriarch, don't be dazed, come and taste this salt water!"

Bu put a serious face on his face, thinking what to shout, take your rare, patriarch, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten meat, isn’t it just salt water, salt water improved by Lige, everyone in the tribe drinks However, it is worth shouting and screaming, and I have no experience.

When Bu stretched out his hand to dip in the salt water, Gal was also slandering in his heart, Mr. Patriarch, you have written everything on your face, okay?

Bu took a sip disapprovingly.

!

This, this, what is this, is this salt?

Why is the bitterness and sourness gone?The salt a while ago was already good enough, but compared with this one, it was still a lot worse.

Bu was shocked. He was not an uninformed guy from his own clan. After he became the patriarch, the former patriarch also told him a lot, about the development of his tribe, the previous prosperity, I also talked about what I ate and drank.

It's just that with the gradual decline of the tribe, many things have disappeared in the records of civilization. The former patriarch said that he once heard from older tribesmen that the salt that can actually make soldiers stronger, isn't it? It's supposed to taste bitter and sour, but how to do it, no one knows anymore.

Thinking of the former patriarch's words, Bu tasted the pure salt, and felt a little like crying.

Rigg saw that after Boo tasted the salt water, the expression on his face changed from seriousness to nostalgia, then from nostalgia to sadness, and finally the expression on his face that was about to cry, the whole cat was stunned.

Fuck, I know you prehistoric orcs haven't eaten anything good, but if you eat a salt, you will cry or not, thanks to the fact that you are still the patriarch, this is too emotional.

Fortunately, Bu didn't really cry after all, he looked down at the kid in front of him with sparkling eyes.

It is obviously very different from the looks of the tribe, the hair is straight and black like ebony, the eyes are as mysterious and bright as obsidian soaked in water, the skin is like snow-white milk with a little butter, delicate and moist, so delicate and lovely , not at all like those solid babies raised in the clan, but he is indeed a child of his clan, so healthy and smart, and always brings great surprises to the clan.

Beast God, thank you for not giving up on your devout people, thank you for imparting the knowledge of faults to us, thank you for giving us the most beloved child, Beast God everywhere, thank you, please Accept the sincere love and respect of your people.

Bu once again thanked the Beast God in his heart.

Lige didn't know that the patriarch in front of him was crazy about feudal superstition again in his heart. If he knew, he would definitely say, thanks to the ubiquitous beast god, who helped me find a reasonable explanation for all my unreasonable behaviors. You are really great, amen.

Lige pulled the patriarch to his own pool, pressed his big paw on the wall of the pool, and asked tentatively: "Patriarch, come and touch this pool, how is it? Is it smooth and firm?"

Bu also noticed this different hand feeling, smooth and even, but the hand feel is not like a stone, but like mud, but he has never seen mud before, mud is very soft, where is it so firm.

"Well, where did you get this smooth stone? I've never seen it before." Bu also tentatively replied, fearing that he might be wrong.

"Uncle Bu, this is called soil cement, and this pool is made of mud."

"It's really mud?" Bu was dumbfounded again. Although he thought it felt like mud, he didn't expect it to be mud.

"Tell me quickly, how can you make the mud like this?"

"Grandpa Bu, this mud is also very particular. The clay content in the mud is high, and when it dries out, it will become more viscous and easy to form. But the supporting force of the mud alone cannot make this pool. There is also a weighing structure inside. It's bamboo, the one we use to weave our baskets—" Rigby stroked the basket.

"Use woven bamboo to shape, and then paste it with sticky mud. After it dries, it will not be easy to deform."

Bu nodded: "So that's how it is. Everyday we use mud to make something that collapses quickly, because there is nothing to support it, right?"

Right, Rieg made a big tick in his heart. Grandpa Bu's understanding is much better than the brown bear brothers.

Rieger told Bu again: "In this pond, I added charcoal, fine sand, pebbles and stones to serve as a filter layer."

Then he explained to Bu what the filter layer is, and explained the function of each layer to Bu.

"The main core of this filter layer is charcoal, because there are many very small pore structures in charcoal, which will suck in the dirty things, and when the dirty things are gone, the water will become clean."

Seeing that Bu listened seriously, Rieg hurriedly stated his ultimate goal while the iron was hot:

"I want to build more of these filter ponds in the tribe, some are used to filter salt water, and others are used to filter the water that the people drink daily. Although our river looks very clean, there are fish in the river, there are Shrimp, and some other aquatic organisms. Look at those fish and shrimp, they eat and drink in the water, and our people drink water from the river every day. Didn’t they drink all the excrement of the fish and shrimp?”

Rigg deliberately didn't mention the self-cleaning ability of the water flow, and by the way made the scene more disgusting, so as to prevent Boo from thinking that he was unnecessary.

He knows these orcs. Although one or two are good-looking, they live as rough as they are. Every day, they eat and drink except for work. They don't care about the quality of life at all. Most of the orcs' caves are so dirty that they can't see , The body and hands are also dirty, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with grabbing meat with muddy hands, let alone brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, and washing my hands before and after meals.

Fortunately, the human beings transformed from these animals have a strong self-purification ability. He hasn't smelled body odor, bad breath, etc. yet, but dirty is dirty.

It used to be that the conditions couldn't keep up. Now that he is here, he can't stand living in the garbage dump every day, and he can't stand a person walking by at any time without taking a bath for ten and a half months.

They can't understand the explanation about bacteria and viruses, and hygiene habits can't be developed in a day or two. If you scare them with alarmist words, maybe the effect will be better.

Originally, Bu had been drinking the water in the river well, but it was so disgusting to be told by Lige that he almost jumped up, because what they drank every day was water mixed with fish and shrimp excrement!

Jianjianjian, this pool must be built, and the water that the tribesmen drink must be filtered from the pool in the future, and all the dirty things must be cleaned before drinking.

Cough cough, this brat is real, I didn’t say I won’t build it for you, it’s necessary to say it so vividly, how can the old man drink water before the pool is finished?

With the patriarch's explicit instructions, Lige was secretly happy, sure!