Prehistoric Survival Records

With a trolley, the charcoal can also be burned with hundreds of catties, even if it is not used for burning fire, it can still be used for filtering.

Zhuru can take some to dry in the sun for later use, in case there is a climate change, it can be used in an emergency. Although Lige thinks that these big guys don’t have such troubles, there are also young children, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled among the people walking together. In any case, be prepared.

Listed one by one, slowly checking for omissions and filling in vacancies, Lige's material plan became more and more perfect, and two sheets of animal skins were also filled.

The days passed slowly under the concerted efforts of the whole tribe, and soon came the dusk when the potatoes were ripe.

The patriarch and the tribe have long known that the cubs come and go in and out of the forest for a kind of food called potatoes, and they have also heard about the magic of this potato. Although this potato is a wild vegetable, it is better than meat. They can still fill their stomachs, they have been interested in it for a long time, but because the patriarch issued a ban that no one can add trouble to the potatoes until they are ripe, they have been suppressing their curiosity. They were almost ready. As soon as the sun went down, everyone gathered in the tribal square and stretched their necks to look out.

Looking forward to looking forward to, finally there was a movement not far away.

In order to be the first to transport the cart of potatoes back to the tribe to receive the adoration of the tribe, the patriarch’s nephew, Chacha, exploded his arm muscles, danced his long legs vigorously, and ran in pushing the cart like a gust of wind.

Everyone immediately gathered towards the cart.

"This is a potato, why do I look like a rock?"

"Not to mention, it's a bit like a stone."

"Can it taste better than meat?"

"Hey, Rig from Laika's family has said it all, so can there be any falsehood?"

"Hiss—how can I eat this stone?"

While the orcs were talking and pointing at the appearance of the potatoes, Rigg, who had been sitting on the rut and hadn't spoken for a while, jumped down with Charlie.

The varieties of this batch of wild potatoes are relatively large among potatoes. The smallest potato inside is as big as Rigg's fist, and the largest is twice the size of the smallest. In addition, the outside is gray and covered with mud, which is really a bit like A load of stones, no monsters people misunderstand.

Rieg cleared his throat: "Ahem, everyone, listen to me."

The orcs stopped chattering in an orderly manner, and turned their gazes to Rieg.

Rieg was a little unaccustomed to the way the orcs stared at people unabashedly. He was a descendant of ancient China implicitly, but now he is completely used to it.

Rieg picked up a potato, rubbed some mud off the animal skin around his waist, then peeled off the skin and held it up to show them:

"Everyone just peel off the outer skin of the potatoes, and the yellow part is the edible part of the potatoes. If you are interested, you can try it yourself."

A hand picked up Rigg's raised potato, and the potato passed from hand to hand, being looked at from all angles.

No one has touched the other potatoes in the car. When it comes to food, everyone upholds the principle of being careful and loving.

Lige was not polite. The returned potatoes weighed at least a few thousand catties, so there was nothing to be afraid of using a few as teaching aids.

He fumbled out a small potato, wiped it on the leather skirt, peeled off the skin and handed it to Charlie.

But Charlie, who had always been a picky eater, was not so interested in the raw potatoes handed over. He turned his head and jumped away.

Riggy, this is the first time I saw that Charlie was not interested in what he ate. He put the potatoes under his nose and smelled them, and there was a starchy smell in his nostrils, which indicated that they were good potatoes with sufficient starch content, but raw Potatoes always have a warm, uncooked bean smell, which is really not good for a carnivore like Charlie.

Just as everyone was circulating the potatoes, the orcs behind Chacha also caught up, and the carts of potatoes were pulled back. There was an orc cub sitting on each cart, with proud expressions on their faces.

Behold - this is the result of our meticulous care!Then the cubs were all patted on the head by the adults.

Rieger dodged the big hands stretching over his head, and Charlie gave full play to his flexibility, leading Rieger from between the thighs of a group of orcs to the left and then out of the encirclement, barely keeping his hairstyle.

Rieger quietly gave him a thumbs up - well done!

After the sun went down, the fire pits in the tribe lit up open fires in piles.

Since the number of potatoes collected was quite a lot, Lige, after seeking the consent of the patriarch, announced that he would use potatoes to cook a dish tonight to satisfy everyone's curiosity about new things.

A cart of potatoes was transported to the river to be cleaned.

The freshly killed mane beasts are plucked, drained of blood, and then chopped into pieces. A large piece of fish oil is dug out and thrown into a stone pot, and the meat pieces are thrown into it with wild ginger and stir-fried until fragrant.

Wash the new earthenware pots from each family, put them in clean water and put the potatoes into pieces, stir fry the meat until it turns brown, pour it into the earthenware pots, cover with a stone slab and simmer over medium heat.

Potatoes need a certain amount of time to be stewed. While waiting for the stew, Boo stood up and gave a speech:

"These days, everyone has worked hard to prepare travel materials."

"However, all these hard work are necessary."

"We have piles of dried meat and bamboo shoots, animal skins and clay pots for every household, and now we have carts and potatoes, salt and charcoal."

"Migration must be a hard job, but the so many supplies we carry with us are our guarantee on the road. As long as everyone works together, there is nothing that cannot be successful. Are you right?"

The tribe shouted: "Yes! Yes! The patriarch is right, we are all warriors, and we are not afraid of hardship!"

Rigg was also affected by the atmosphere, and he yelled a few times. In this vast space, it was really comfortable to yell. No wonder these orcs love to yell.

Bu also announced: "Everyone has been exhausted for the past two days, there is no food restriction today, everyone can eat freely!"

"Oh, the patriarch is wise!" There was another burst of cheers.

The aroma of stew mixed with potatoes in clay pots permeates the tribe. After a long time of simmering, the potatoes and stew have me in you, and you in me, and some of the potatoes have softened in the gravy, creating a rotten The taste neutralizes the fatness of the meat.The whole tribe babbled endlessly, especially some old people with bad teeth were sweating from eating, and felt very comfortable.

Since Lige was born with the wisdom of the beast god, the life of the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled has become much more comfortable. Not only can they fill their stomachs, but they can also do some work in the tribe. In terms of food, this kind of stew and stew The cooking method also takes full care of their fragile teeth. They really deserve to be god-like little ones, and they are really heart-warming.

Rigg, whom everyone loves from the bottom of his heart, is collecting fur from Manemon.

This mane beast, as the name suggests, is covered with mane, which is long and tough. When you gather it up and tie it up, it looks like the mane comb in your previous life. Rigg's hair has grown to shoulder length now, and he wakes up every morning. The messy ones can only be tidied up with fingers. He has long wanted to make himself a comb to comb his hair.

I collected a handful of mane and tied it on a wooden stick like a bundle of writing brushes. Rigg used this comb to comb his hair and thought it was not bad. The curly hair was untangled, and the comb could also massage the scalp, killing two birds with one stone. , it can be said that it is very good.

After combing himself, he combed Charlie's dull hair again. Charlie was so comfortable that his throat overflowed with pleasant whistling sounds. Charlie also liked the feeling of massaging his scalp.

After combing Charlie's dull hair, Rieger naturally slid the comb towards Charlie's body to comb his down, but when the comb teeth slid over Charlie's down, something flickered in Riger's eyes, He thought there were worms on Charlie, so he rushed over to peel off the feathers and inspected it carefully. He saw that there were a little gray wing feathers emerging from Charlie's thick and delicate fur like a sheep, which shone silvery when facing the firelight. .

"Charlie, you're starting to molt. You're so beautiful!" Rieger exclaimed, looking at the feather-like fur.

Hearing this, the two fathers who had been holding their bowls and eating eagerly also put down their chopsticks and came over to watch.

Quinn carefully checked the development of Charlie's hair, and affirmed in the tone of someone who had experienced it: "No wonder Charlie always rubs against me when he sleeps recently. The wing feathers are very itchy when they slowly sprout."

Rigg also recalled that Charlie was particularly willing to rub himself with various parts of his body in recent days, feeling itchy all over his body.

But Quinn forbade Rigg to comb Charlie's hair with the mane comb again.

"It's better to let the fluff fall off by itself. This is a process that every bird has to go through." Father Quinn, who is a bird who came here, said so.

But Laika's father felt very distressed. He was still a baby, but he had to endure itching all over his body during the wing and feather stage. It was really cruel.

For big cats, itching is really scary. They are sensitive cats and are the most ticklish, so they always stroke Charlie secretly when Quinn is not paying attention.

Hey, I said Papa Laika, you are really naive.

However, after what Quinn said, Rieg also felt that Charlie had a tendency to grow up recently. Originally, Charlie's neck and legs were buried in the fluffy down, and he was plump and round, looking like like a doll.

Now, at least it's a doll with a neck and feet.

Moreover, whether you don’t look at it or not, you are startled when you see it, the Charlie doll has grown to the same height as Rigg’s four-year-old body, and now Rigg can’t convince himself that Charlie is a chicken no matter what.

But what kind of breed is Charlie?

Quinn's father said that although they are both birds, he is not sure about the species that have not appeared in their family, let alone Laika.

The other clansmen also expressed that they had never seen a bird with Charlie's appearance. Even Grandpa Bu and the oldest orc in the clan waved their hands and couldn't tell.

So Charlie, what kind of bird are you?

The author has something to say: I also want to ask, Charlie, what kind of bird are you?

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