Chapter 118 Talent and Skill Points of the Great Foodie Empire
Thinking of the wide open space around the tribe, Tang Xuanming felt a little awkward. As a member of a big foodie empire, even if he lived in the city, he still had to buy some soil, buy a flower pot, and plant some green plants.
I even planted some peppers, tomatoes, etc. Looking at the open space around the tribe was really uncomfortable, and I always wanted to plant something.
It can only be said that the talent and skill points of the big foodie empire are all focused on farming. If they don’t focus on things, they always feel uncomfortable.
The Antarctic expedition team has already produced vegetables that can be used for hot pot. Can't grow anything on such fertile land? Tang Xuanming doesn't believe it?
The tribe is on the edge of the dense forest. Day after day, year after year, dead branches and leaves accumulate and decay, making the land there extremely fertile. However, no one has ever planted anything on it. The warriors in the tribe never seem to think about it.
get through this problem.
Tang Xuanming did not see any edible plants around the tribe. Most of the plants and fruits in the tribe were collected by women and children in safe areas around the tribe. They seemed not to realize that they could be planted.
There is no problem in boasting about the fertile land in Northeast China - the soil here can sprout even if you insert a chopstick into it.
It's a bit exaggerated, but it's really full of fat and oil, and it's the most suitable place for planting.
From Tang Xuanming's point of view, leaving such fertile land without cultivating it and instead venturing into the wild for dangerous hunting was not worth the gain.
But this can also show the lack of agriculture in the world from another aspect.
"The only problem is, are there any plants like rice and wheat around the tribe?"
"Are you still thinking about ginseng? I don't know about this herb, but the witch doctor in the tribe must know it. You can ask him when you go back."
Pihu was very concerned about Tang Xuanming's condition. Seeing that Tang Xuanming was distracted, he thought he was thinking about ginseng, so he added a very concerned comment.
For the tribe, having a witch doctor who can treat fatal emergencies is absolutely a supreme treasure, and can make them fight to the death to protect it.
Without appropriate medical treatment, a man stronger than a black linma may die of pain and suffering.
The witch doctor has extremely important authority for the tribe, and can even be said to be second only to the clan leader and hunting captain.
"Witch doctor?"
Tang Xuanming's eyes lit up and he knew the solution. The witch doctors in the tribe would definitely collect all kinds of plants and trees. As long as he asked the witch doctors, many problems could be easily solved.
The process of returning to the tribe did not encounter many hardships. Except for a few beasts with keen sense of smell that were killed by everyone and carried on their backs as harvests, some people did not encounter too many dangers.
Tang Xuanming's first hunting was completed in this way. When they saw the familiar wall of the tribe, all the hunters couldn't help but let out a cheer.
This hunting only took three days, but everyone was on the verge of life and death.
The powerful and terrifying Jade Elephant can annihilate their entire army with just one roar. Facing the Black Lin Horse Group, if any of them cannot support themselves and the formation breaks down, they will all die as well.
If he hesitates when capturing the black scale horse and falls into the circle of the howling moon demon wolf, it will be a terrible and fierce battle. No one is sure how many will come out alive.
And now, they are back intact, and no one has died in the wilderness.
The warriors who participated in the hunt for the first time successfully completed this round of baptism, and the adult hunters also brought back their prey, which was enough to keep the tribe alive until the next year.
The tribe has experienced this Nirvana of life and death, but this is destined not to be the last time, but the daily life of the tribe living in the wilderness.
As long as people in the tribe still maintain a life of hunting and gathering, strong hunters will need to constantly go out on adventures and dance on the tip of their swords again and again.
…
boom!
The prey hit the ground, making a dull echo.
The children in the tribe happily ran to the breathless Black Lin Horse, picked up their buttocks and pulled off a scale, but fell to the ground on all fours.
The bigger kid didn't care, instead he giggled and held up the scale as if it were his trophy, earning the envious looks of a group of kids.
The older boys were carrying bone knives and helping hunters and women cut up the prey. The meat needed to be processed as soon as possible, otherwise it would soon rot and deteriorate.
With the strong physique of the tribe, they are born with stomachs as strong as steel, and they can still eat their prey even after it has spoiled.
But the taste is unpleasant, and no one wants to try it when normal food is available.
Pihu and Tang Xuanming did not participate in dividing the prey. They went to find the tribe's witch doctor together.
"Ginseng? What is that?"
The witch doctor's arms, which were thicker than Tang Xuanming's thighs, made his eyelids jump. In his impression, the witch doctor shouldn't be skinny and skinny, with a necklace made of skulls hanging on it, holding a bunch of messy things that he couldn't distinguish.
The name of the herb?
Now this witch doctor is simply subverting people's imagination. Those strong pectoralis major muscles can make the opponent A die of shame. The corners of Tang Xuanming's mouth twitched and he asked: "Are there any seeds of plants that can be eaten?"
Since Pihu had brought Tang Xuanming here, the witch doctor didn't show any incomprehension or disdain as he rummaged through a pile of disorganized medicinal materials on the stone table.
It was the pile of herbs that made Tang Xuanming think that he was still a witch doctor, but seeing the witch doctor's rough methods and the herbs flying up and down, the corners of Tang Xuanming's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
It took the witch doctor a long time to find out a handful of black Qiuqiu's seeds, and punched them in front of Tang Xuanming's eyes. Compared with his fists as big as sandbags, the seeds in his hands would always be ignored.
"Why are you looking for the seeds of these plants? Can they heal the injuries of the tribesmen?"
Pihu was a little confused. Tang Xuanming carefully put the seeds in his hands and looked at them one by one.
I couldn't help but feel distressed for a while when I saw shriveled or damaged seeds, so I left Pihu aside to dry.
Hearing Pihu's question, he answered cheerfully.
"Not only can it heal their injuries, it can even prevent them from getting hurt in the future. This is a treasure. It's a pity that you have ignored it."
"What's the seed of this? Do you know?"
The latter sentence was a question to the witch doctor. The wild and fierce witch doctor pulled out a white bone stick as thick as Tang Xuanming's arm from the pile of herbs, and he held it in his hand like a staff.
He adjusted his clothes to make him look slightly formal, although his muscles that seemed to burst the animal hide made him look less like a witch doctor and more like an orc carrying a totem pole.
"You are a witch doctor, and the knowledge of medicine is very unpredictable. If anyone in the tribe is cured of a disease? I will use this staff to punch a few holes in your body."
The bone-white stick struck the ground heavily, and the dust fell, covering the entire room, demonstrating the powerful and abundant power of this "witch doctor".