Qing is now the most devout supporter of Ying Ying, especially after tasting the deliciousness of sweet potatoes, he no longer has any doubts about Ying Ying.
In addition to Qing, other people also started to speak for Ying Ying one after another. The voices in the open space were heard one after another. The old people in the tribe believed half of them now, and the other half wanted to see Ying Ying's actions.
Yingying did not disappoint them. She picked dozens more sweet potatoes, asked Feng to help find a pile of dry firewood, dug a hole in the ground, and threw the sweet potatoes into it.
The moment she lit the fire, the dragon tribe made a shocked sound again.
"Fire! It's fire!"
Feng and the others are not surprised. They have known for a long time that this would happen. When they see fire, the people in the tribe will believe that Yingying is really a goddess who came down from heaven and is a nobleman who came to save their dragon tribe.
The fire burned blazingly, and for a while there was no sound in the tribe. Everyone watched helplessly as the fire grew stronger and stronger, and the aroma of sweet potatoes slowly overflowed.
"Suck!"
The sound of everyone swallowing saliva could be heard one after another. What kind of good thing is this sweet potato? How can it be so fragrant?
Soon, the sweet potatoes were roasted. With the previous experience, Feng led the people to dig out all the roasted sweet potatoes and distributed them to the elders and children in the tribe.
Yingying roasted a lot, enough for everyone in the tribe to share one, but Feng and the others had already eaten one before, and even though their stomachs were not completely full, they were reluctant to eat again.
"Goddess, can we take it home and eat it tomorrow?"
How could such a precious food be eaten in one sitting? Even if there were sweet potatoes in the open space, they would not part with it.
The rainy season is coming soon, and they need to stock up on more food, otherwise it is not certain whether they can survive the rainy season.
Feng is the leader, so he naturally has to consider the people of the tribe. He holds the sweet potatoes with expectations in his eyes.
Yingying nodded and said with a smile, "Of course, these sweet potatoes belong to you now, and you have the right to dispose of them."
Just because Yingying wants to help the Dragon Tribe, it does not mean that she wants to be the leader. Her status as a goddess is enough for her to have the right to speak in the Dragon Tribe.
After hearing Yingying's words, Feng knelt directly on the ground with a pious expression on his face.
"Thank you Goddess!"
With the sweet potatoes, everyone in the tribe was full. Before that, the elderly and children in the tribe had not eaten for several days. They relied on water and fruits to fill their stomachs, but those foods were not enough to fill their stomachs.
My stomach, so I won’t be hungry if I can. If I don’t move, I won’t be hungry.
Now that everyone has eaten sweet potatoes, everyone has strength, and a sense of happiness that they have never felt before emerges.
Yingying's identity as the goddess is completely confirmed. Her prestige in the Dragon Tribe has surpassed that of Feng. Even the elders in the tribe obey her orders.
Getting up early the next day, Yingying followed Feng and the others to the old forest. In addition to digging sweet potatoes, Yingying also wanted to see if there were anything else in them.
Not only the young men of the Dragon Tribe came out this time, but even the old men who could still walk were willing to help dig sweet potatoes.
The Dragon Tribe, which had been languishing for a long time, has regained its vitality. An old man looked at the scene of the tribe and couldn't help but rub his wet eyes with his dry hands.
"That's great, that's great."
Unexpectedly, he could see the dragon tribe come back to life before he died. It was all the credit of the goddess. This was God's blessing to their dragon tribe.
The old forest is very big. After digging all the clearings, we dug out tens of thousands of sweet potatoes. It would take a long time and many people to transport them all back. Yingying also wanted Feng to follow her to find other food and carry it out like this.
Not a solution.
"You tie these sweet potatoes together and put them on the wooden board, and the people in front drag them away."
There was no cart, so Yingying asked them to use wooden boards to transport it. Although it was not fast, it was at least more efficient than before.
Qing was very strong, so he was dragging in front. Originally, one person could only hold ten sweet potatoes, but now with Yingying's method, he could drag fifty, and the speed was several times faster than before.
Qing's strong body was exposed in the air, and the board was dragged by him very fast. He was moving back and forth as if he was not tired. Except for Qing, everyone here was filled with vitality. Yingying knew that it was a sign of the future.
hope.
With these sweet potatoes, they can all survive. As long as they live, there will be endless possibilities.
"System, can you see if there is any other food here?"
Yingying didn't know many plants, so she could only ask the system for help.
The system scanned with the electronic eye and found many kinds of herbs. In addition to practical weeds, there were also medicinal materials.
In ancient times, the life span of savages was only thirty years. In addition to lack of food, there were also diseases. In ancient times, there were no doctors, and illness was the only way to die.
Yingying doesn't have any medical skills, but if he can prepare commonly used medicine, it will be a life-saving method for the people of the Dragon Tribe.
When she found out that these herbs were for treating colds and healing wounds, she happily squatted down and pulled out all the herbs.
Feng saw that Yingying was pulling up some weeds that were everywhere, and doubts flashed in his eyes, but he did not look down upon it. After all, Yingying's abilities had been revealed, and she must have some use for these grasses.
Feng didn't ask, but after observing the pulling grass, he also squatted down to help search. When Feng joined in, all the herbs here were quickly pulled out.
At this time, Qing Ye came back from delivering sweet potatoes. His face was red from exhaustion, but there was no complaint on his face.
The grass skirt became a little messy due to busy work, and there was some white stuff stained on it.
As he walked, he shook it off with his hands and muttered, "These white dumplings are so annoying, they make me itchy to death."
White dumpling?
Hearing this, Yingying turned around, and when she saw what was in Qing's hand, her eyes suddenly lit up.
White dumpling, isn’t this just cotton?
The Shen family planted a lot of them in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing, and Yingying even went to pick them herself.
Cotton is a good thing. It can be used to make clothes and keep warm. Cotton seeds can also be used to extract oil.
However, there was no technology to extract oil in ancient times, so we could only keep warm.
She heard people say how difficult the rainy season is. Not only does it rain for several months, but the temperature also drops, and many frail old people and children cannot survive it.
With sweet potatoes and cotton, the dragon tribe's hope of surviving the rainy season has increased.
Yingying took Qing's hand and looked at him with bright eyes, "Where did you find the white dumplings? Are there many?"
Yingying's hands were very white and soft, and Qing was still a young boy. He couldn't bear her closeness, and his bronze face turned red all of a sudden.
"In... right over there, there are a lot of them."
He hesitated as he spoke, pointing his finger not far behind him.
The white dumplings were inedible and still itchy on the body. No one wanted them. Qing didn't know why the goddess was so excited, but anything that could make the goddess excited must be good.
Qing was suddenly curious about how to use the white dumplings.
