Prehistoric Survival Records

The ability to sell out all the goods and replace most of the desired items within the next day after arrival is such a high efficiency that everyone did not expect at the beginning.

So in the next few days, everyone will have nothing to do, just eat, drink, stroll and have fun. By the way, look for other good things that have not been discovered, and strive to bring back as much value as possible before going back. Although the goods they brought have already been traded, if necessary, things like glycerin soap can be made from local materials, so the old saying is good, there is a skill, wherever you go I can't die of hunger.

It took some time to transport the results of the afternoon back to their small house, and the rest was free time.

Free activities are activities for everyone to disperse. Just remember to go back to the house to sleep at night. It was originally like this, but today’s free activities have become group activities for no reason. Star goral!

The final result was that everyone found an open space and prepared a sumptuous dinner before the sun went down.

Maybe it's because today's bazaar made everyone return with a full load. Although it's not time for dinner, there are still many places lit up with fire lights. Obviously, everyone's purpose is for one night, so let's celebrate with a big meal.

Soon, various food aromas wafted from the open space.

The black soil of the Xirang nationality prepared food to satisfy their hunger with the same mediocre cooking skills as in the past. The air is filled with the smell of firewood and various oils, which makes people salivate when they smell it.

However, as a Sirang tribe with more diverse cooking methods compared with the orcs, Heitu didn't pay much attention to his meal. He just cooked a pot of wheat paste at will, sprinkled some salt, and barely mixed it up. It's just round.

This is not because Hei Tu has a tendency to self-abuse or is too poor to afford food, but because he is filled with guilt whenever he thinks of living outside, not knowing whether it is a long river of life or death.

This sense of guilt made him unable to forgive himself for eating in a safe place. Three months ago, the leader sent his group to a remote place to inspect the mine veins. After the mine veins disappeared, they immediately felt bad. Who knew that they hurried back to the clan, but were told that their eldest brother's only son, Chang He, had been snatched away by wild beasts that broke into the clan.

At first they were very sad, but after calming down a little, they discovered the problem. First of all, there are all kinds of carnivorous orcs living in the clan all year round. How could there be wild beasts who dare to come in? They may not be able to protect a child, and secondly, others may not know that the [-] or [-] old subordinates of the big brother in their line know in their hearts that the glass of deadly poisonous wine that the big brother drank was a trick of the leader.

In order to secure the position of the next leader, he would not hesitate to kill the most promising fighter in the clan, so in order to prevent their group from being more cohesive, could the despicable and shameless leader kill a mere child? come out.

They wanted to fight the leader directly, but someone secretly told them that Chang He was not bitten to death by wild beasts, but was driven away.

In order to take advantage of the location to get back to Changhe, they held back their anger for the time being. They just endured it. Thinking of the dangers, hunger and cold that a child in Changhe might encounter outside, Heitu couldn't tolerate greed for food and drink. His thinking is very simple, Changhe must have a bad life, so he can't live a good life either.

It's been a while like this, and it's not really uncomfortable, but tonight, it's especially hard.There is always a faint scent floating in his nose, making him want to eat a big meal just around the corner.

Lige and the others, who were cooking the dinner so fragrantly, didn't know that they almost failed in the matter of self-punishment by causing others.

"Well, I haven't had a good meal of hot pot since I left the house. I really miss this smell." He sniffed the strong aroma in the air, wiped it and was still drooling with emotion.

Rieger took the roasted stargale thighs from the fire with a crispy skin, and worked with Charlie to slice the meat with an iron knife bought in the afternoon. He paid special attention to the slices to ensure that each piece of tender meat was evenly With a piece of crispy skin, cut two big plates full, and first handed it to the fathers: "Dad, this is for you to eat."

Quinn and Laika took the plate handed by the cub, and were moved to tears, Laika sniffed: "Er Bao, Dad has eaten the baked star gazelle you gave Dad before he caught it for you to eat." Goral, hoot, we are really the happiest dads in the world."

Quinn flicked Laika hard on the forehead: "Be careful, don't drip your nose into the plate!"

"Wooooow, but I'm so touched, the cubs are so sensible, they will be filial to their father."

"You're right, but that's not the reason for you to drip snot into the plate, you open it for me."

"Okay." Laika blew her nose with a sackcloth, then cherished a small piece of meat and put it in her mouth to chew and chew, and then squeezed another piece into his darling's mouth. The couple looked at the two A plate of meat is like eating some delicious delicacy. You take a bite of each other, and finally lick all the oil stars on the plate. It can be seen that the filial piety from their own cubs is really beneficial to the fathers.

It's just two plates of thigh meat, but they are so cherished by the fathers. In the past, this time was enough for them to eat a whole thigh. Rigg was happy and embarrassing. Dad, Charlie and I will continue to be filial You guys, the action of licking the plate is eye-catching even if it is performed by two handsome guys with peak looks.

Two star gorals, one barbecue, one hot pot, plus the potatoes and mushrooms brought in, and the vegetables, radishes, winter melons and corns, all sliced ​​and thrown into the hot pot to cook. The ingredients and seasonings such as pepper, pepper, and ginger are very suitable.

Take a bite of the roasted star goral, scoop up a piece of radish and blow it into your mouth. Lige eats it so deliciously that he doesn't even care about talking, let alone wiping them... .

A group of people buried their heads in hard work.

Filled up half full, Zhacha was finally willing to let his scalded tongue rest for a while, scooped up a few slices of wax gourd and put them in a bowl to cool, Zhaza poked Keshan: "Hey, I really haven't eaten hot pot for a long time. The late Lao Cai seems to be very delicious, and it feels more delicious than what I ate in the tribe, don’t you think?”

Keshan was still stuffing meat and vegetables into his mouth fiercely, he chewed and thought about it, and nodded in agreement.

The other orcs also nodded wildly. Their mouths were full of food and they couldn't talk, but the expressions on their faces were clearly: We think so too!

After finishing the last sip of soup, Rieg patted his stomach in satisfaction and put down the bowl, and then helped Charlie put the cooled ingredients into his bowl, then he took over the conversation: "Of course, today's soup base is made of stars. The meat and big bones of the gazelle, the delicious meat and bone broth, have raised the deliciousness of the soup base to a new level, and so many delicious vegetables have been blanched in it. You must know that cabbage and radish are good companions for hot pot, even if boiled in water It’s delicious, it’s the result of the combination of the soup base and the ingredients.”

"Well, that makes sense..." Chacha didn't know much about it, but he just said it casually, and after getting the answer, he continued to engage in the food fight.

Just when everyone was working hard (except Rigg), a somewhat hesitant figure slowly approached their open space.

Rieger noticed that Charlie stopped eating, and looked in the direction where his head was turned, and saw the Sirang uncle who had been their guide on the first day, standing in the distance and looking over here. .

Thinking of the uncle who was a little proud but showed kindness to them on the first day, Rieg naturally waved in that direction.

Every time their family is cooking and eating, there will always be people who are attracted by the smell. Their family is not stingy, and they will give some things to the people who come over every time. Over time, they will develop a habit. Ge even forgot that this is not in the clan, and the person in front of him is not his own clansman, so he naturally raised his hand to greet them.

Lige waved his hand twice before remembering this, looking at the [-]% of the food that had been wiped out, he was a little embarrassed, um, isn’t it a bit impolite to greet people from another tribe with leftovers, so he hurriedly called Tchacha again Peel some radishes, vegetables, potatoes, etc. and put them into the pot.

The black soil was indeed found by following the scent. Most people were still working at this point. In fact, there were not many people who started to cook dinner. In addition, the scent was very different. Although he did not have as sensitive a sense of smell as the orcs, But it is not difficult to find the source of the fragrance.

He didn't intend to eat it, he was just curious, and wanted to see what could produce this taste, and before he knew it, he got too close.

After seeing Lige's waving, that cute smiling face flashed in his mind, and he walked to their fire in a daze, then took the bowl and chopsticks handed to him in a daze, and then Stupidly ate-eat-oh, his tongue.

The snot and tears flowed down from the hot and spicy black earth, but this taste, the magical taste, is really irresistible.

So Heitu, who had tragically determined to live in poverty until he found Changhe, was overwhelmed by this magical delicacy without struggling for two seconds.

Chewing a piece of meat, eating a bowl of meat, and eating everything, it would be hypocritical to hold on any longer, so without the slightest verbal communication between the two sides, the black soil of the Xirang tribe and the orcs of the Jiufang tribe cooperated tacitly. Finished the meal.

The food intake of black soil is not small for the Sirang people, but compared with the orcs, it is nothing, so both sides put down the bowls at the same time.

He burped contentedly, ate the perfect food, felt much better, and the chatterbox of the black earth also opened up.

He asked Lige if they had traded what he wanted, (the black soil uncle who was concentrating on farming in the field did not know the sensation that Lige and the others caused in the market), and learned that Lige and the others had exchanged enough things, and tomorrow After they were about to set off to go back, Heitu was sincerely happy for them and wished them a safe journey.

Finally, Heitu took out a silver dagger wrapped in animal skin from his arms, held the blade and pointed the sharp point at himself, and handed it to Lige: "I have eaten your good meal in vain, this iron knife is worth it!" My heart, give it to you to play."

Since it was his heart, and he seemed sincere, Rieg thanked him, took it, and played with it against the firelight.

However, the shape and the way of wrapping the handle are quite familiar. He looked at the surface of the flipped knife, then picked up the small knife used for slicing meat and looked at it, and finally pointed curiously at a The half-moon-shaped imprint asked Heitu: "Uncle, is this imprint the symbol of your Sirang people?"

Heitu was silent for a while, then shook his head and answered Rieger, "No."

"That's it." Lige was a little embarrassed when he mistaken the mark of other people's tribe: "I saw this mark on a knife two days ago. He also comes from the Sirang tribe, so I thought it was your mark. , So I made a mistake, I’m really sorry, but yes, the knife I got at noon didn’t have it on it. If it’s a clan mark, every knife from your tribe should have this mark engraved on it. "

As soon as Lige finished speaking, Heitu stood up excitedly: "You, you said that you saw this imprinted knife two days ago?"

Charlie glanced at the over-excited Heitu vigilantly, feeling that he could knock this guy over with one kick, and then put his head back on Rigg's lap, but his big ice-blue eyes kept staring at Heitu's every move. As soon as he moved, it seemed that as long as this person made a rash move, he would jump up and kick him away.

At this time, Heitu also realized his gaffe, he rubbed his cheeks, knelt down and asked Rieger: "Have you really seen such a small knife? Did you see it on a young man? Is he okay? is it safe?"

Seeing that his demeanor did not appear to be fake, and that the emotion revealed in his eyes was true, Rieg nodded his head as he answered the question.

Heitu got this exciting answer, and his whole body regained his spirits.

If it is said that the original black soil made people feel depressed at first glance and was shrouded in negative emotions, the current black soil looks like a strong man.

Without waiting for Lige to ask his doubts, Heitu spontaneously said everything in order to express his gratitude.

Rieg also understood the whole story.

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