Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Historic -> I am not a savage

Text Chapter Twelve The True King's Way!

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    Chapter 12 The True King's Way!

    This is how Yun Chuan obtained his extraordinary social status in the tribe.

    In order to consolidate his position, he also took advantage of the existing conditions to creatively come up with the famous dish of salted Duxian.

    The tribe has the best salted pork, the freshest bamboo shoots, fungus that has never been poisonous, and wild leeks all over the mountains, so it has the realistic conditions for the emergence of the famous pickled Duxian dish.

    The bamboo rat meat is stewed in a clay pot, and the marinated Duxian is fried on a thin stone plate.

    When Yun Chuan was stewing meat and frying the dish of pickled Duxian, it was the time when he seized power from his mother.

    After all, after being controlled by food, the person who drools the most is the mother.

    Yun Chuan successfully evoked the primitive desires of the people in the Primitive Ministry.

    The person who picked up a half-dead wild boar from the burning ground ate two dishes of bamboo rat and pickled Duxian.

    The person who found a natural fish pond from the river under the cliff ate bamboo rats and salted fresh fish.

    In order to protect Yunchuan, the screaming tribe who was bitten by Zhuyeqing ate bamboo rats and salted Duxian.

    Of course, there was also a clansman who carried a half-dead man back from the edge of the burning place, and also ate these two dishes.

    Eating has become the greatest enjoyment of the clansmen.

    In the past, eating was to cure hunger.

    Now looking forward to eating is to satisfy the appetite.

    The half-dead man who was carried back by the tribe survived after eating the simple food of the tribe.

    According to my mother's opinion, this person should not be given food, but his head should be chopped off, boiled in a pot, and the skin and flesh should be removed to make a skull so that it can be inserted into Yunchuan's new bamboo spear defense system.  Frontier, so as to show the force of the tribe.

    Yun Chuan felt that there were too few people in the tribe, especially since this man was a strong man, so he couldn't just waste it casually.

    In addition, this person's injuries are not serious, they are basically skin traumas. The wound on his face looks huge, but in fact, his nose was licked off by wolves. When the wound heals, it will not affect the tribe.  work.

    It doesn't matter if you don't have a nose, as long as your limbs are healthy.

    People in this age seem to be very patient, especially after they are full, it seems that no matter how serious the injury is, they can heal.

    When Yun Chuan started making clay pots on his special disc, the injured man was already able to help transport the mud.

    After all, Yun Chuan didn't make fancy bowls with human-mask and fish patterns, mainly because he didn't know how to do it.

    After the disc rotates, the center of the circle is unstable, so the pottery pots made are not so round, and the thickness is not uniform.

    Under such circumstances, Yun Chuan resolutely abandoned all the delicate features, and made the pots thick and clumsy.

    The same is true for clay pots, and the same is true for clay pots, and this is especially true for things like large vats.

    Yun Chuan has done a lot of things like this, but few of them will be successful anyway. He is very sure of this, and can only place his hope on probability.

    Today, the two women got some good grass seeds. After Yun Chuan carefully identified them, tears came down immediately.

    Because, this is millet.

    What can you do with millet?

    Of course, it is a pot of millet porridge. After being in this world for so long, Yunchuan almost forgot what staple food is like.

    The flames licked the bottom of the small earthen pot, which was his previous experiment. The millet porridge in the earthen pot was gurgling, watching the small, yellow millet blooming in the water.  The little yellow flower, Yun Chuan looked up at the roof without saying a word.

    My mother came to see it three times, and she was very puzzled every time. She didn't like to drink grass seed soup, but she preferred to eat meat.

    The millet flower soon lost its original shape and shattered, while the clear water became viscous. Yun Chuan removed the fire and let the only remaining charcoal burn.

    When the fire is low, the millet porridge will no longer roll, and occasionally there will be one or two bubbles.

    Yun Chuan kept stirring the pot of millet porridge with a bamboo spoon, not daring to stop for a moment. He knew a long time ago that there is only one secret to a good pot of porridge, and that is stirring.

    The outer wall of the millet has melted and turned into a part of the porridge, and its solid inner core has also become soft. Under the confinement of the viscous porridge, it is like small yellow stars embedded in the pale porridge, which is too beautiful to behold.

    At this time, Yun Chuan removed the clay pot from the fire and was about to dry it. Soon, a layer of pearly rice oil covered the surface of the porridge.

    Yun Chuan scraped a spoonful of rice oil with a bamboo spoon and put it in his mouth.In Tai County, there is a poor village in Jingtai County called Langpaoshui Village The status of the Yunchuan tribe in this era is equivalent to that of the wilderness outside Langpaoshui Village, picking up sheep dung to eat - wild dogs!

    The reason why this person firmly said that Yunchuan and the others are a group of wild dogs is that they are farming tribes, and the tribe is very large, as big as a hundred Yunchuan tribes.

    They grow millet, beans, sorghum, and most importantly they grow hemp!

    This time, the reason why he wanted to drill into this prehistoric land was to collect the seeds of millet and millet, which are often called grass seeds in the tribe.

    Since he knows how to farm, he must be a talent, so Yun Chuan asked his tribe to tie this guy with a tough leather rope to prevent him from running away.

    Yun Chuan looked at the leaves that were gradually turning yellow, and felt that it was not a good time to plant crops, so he told his mother that the tribe should collect more grass seeds.

    And he should be very busy recently, autumn has come, and he has to add tiles to these bamboo buildings.

    Not just tiles, he also needs to add adobe to the bamboo building and smear a thick layer of red mud.

    As a result, the large square in front of the cave was full of fire and fireworks all day long.

    As early as when the bamboo house was being built, Yun Chuan did not expect this kind of house to survive the winter. This kind of house not only cannot be used for wintering, but also cannot be used to defend against wild animals.

    In his opinion, the performance of defending against wild animals is a higher priority than heating.

    All the saber-toothed tigers came out, and Yun Chuan didn't dare to think about any weird beasts that would appear in the area he couldn't see.

    At this time, he would not be surprised even if there were one or two dinosaurs. After all, in historical legends, things like dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns came from this era.

    When the weather is fine, my mother will ask the tribe to take out the food stored in the cave to dry, and will burn the cave again.

    Every time the cave is burned, the number of bugs in the cave will decrease a lot. Now the most important purpose of burning the cave is to dehumidify and remove odors.

    The clansmen are very diligent, very diligent, they don't seem to need to rest, as long as it is the work settled down by the mother and Yun Chuan, they can finish it seriously.

    When some broad-leaved trees beside the small river began to shed their leaves, Yunchuan had already put on his fur coat.

    His body stopped growing rapidly after he was half a head taller than his mother. Yun Chuan accepted this result, even if his body no longer grew taller.
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report