"Quick, what are you doing standing there, silly boy? Quickly move the animal legs over."
"Bloodletting, bloodletting, eh! You are stupid. Although the selected blood has been extracted, the blood also contains a lot of essence. Don't waste it. Put it in a stone bucket."
"Hurry up, hurry up, I can eat as much as I can, but I feel sad when I work, so hurry up and move."
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The old patriarch kept talking like a barrage of words, allowing a group of monkeys and women in the tribe to quickly divide the labor and cooperate.
One prey after another was quickly decomposed and cut, the blood was collected in categories, and stone buckets were placed one after another.
The largest beast, which looked like a tortoise, was disembowelled and cooked in a stone cauldron. The rich aroma of meat floated over the entire tribe.
A group of half-grown children swallowed furiously while working awkwardly.
The whole tribe was in an atmosphere of joy. The old witch doctor was surrounding a huge black stone cauldron. The flames below were boiling and hot. He was surrounding the stone cauldron like a dancing master, jumping left and right, jumping from time to time.
Put some herbs into the stone cauldron.
The stone tripod in front of him did not emit a strong aroma of meat, but many adult hunters in the tribe were staring there, obviously extremely nervous.
Tang Xuanming stood beside the old witch doctor, also looking nervously.
What was tumbling in the stone cauldron was not animal meat, but blood oats that had just been harvested.
After a full month and a half of training in the wilderness, during which the blood essence and blood of the ferocious beasts obtained were continuously sent back to the tribe, a batch of blood oats had been fully matured.
This time, half an acre of blood oats has matured in the tribe. The next sowing will be enough to support the entire tribe. Of course, it is very difficult to make them mature. It requires a large amount of ferocious beast essence and blood, or in other words, a large amount of blood oats.
of spirit.
Before the tribe mastered the method of condensing the essence of heaven and earth, all hunters in the tribe needed to go hunting continuously to truly cultivate the blood oats that supported the survival of the entire tribe.
"How long does it take to cook? Does your cooking method work?"
"Boy, don't question me. When I was born, you didn't know where to play in the mud?"
Although the old witch doctor looks old, his words are full of energy, like thunder.
Back then, he was also a top-notch player, unrivaled among the tribe.
Even though he is old now, his strength of muscles and bones is astonishing.
Tang Xuanming rationally kept silent and did not argue with the old witch doctor.
Watching the blood oats inside the stone cauldron rolling continuously, a unique plant fragrance could be faintly heard.
He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He had been eating meat continuously in the wilderness for who knows how long. Although he could occasionally eat some berries, there was still something faint in his mouth.
In this primitive and ignorant wilderness, all kinds of materials are quite backward, and all kinds of cooking materials in later generations have become extinct in this era.
Even if Tang Xuanming came from a big foodie empire, he couldn't create items like chili, garlic, and ginger out of thin air, let alone soybeans that could make soy sauce.
The three worlds hanging above the altar do have these items, but Tang Xuanming does not plan to take out these items for the time being. The conversion rate of items between different worlds is too low.
In addition, every time the oracle is issued, it seems that a large amount of faith power is consumed. It would be too wasteful to just use the precious power of faith to satisfy the appetite.
Under the premise that the tribe has not officially entered a well-off society and everyone has enough food, Tang Xuanming does not intend to change this situation.
"I have never tried the taste of a magical medicine in my life. I never thought I would have the opportunity to taste it when I was about to die."
The old patriarch with a gray beard didn't know when he came behind Tang Xuanming. He touched his gray beard and looked at the big cauldron that the old witch doctor was constantly adjusting with full satisfaction.
Since the elixir was extremely precious, the old witch doctor did not dare to operate too much at one time. In addition, the stone cauldron was full of water, so the elixir cooked could only be regarded as blood oatmeal at best.
As time goes by, a unique fragrance gradually emerges.
This aroma is not as strong as animal meat, but it is continuous and seems to penetrate people's hearts.
At first, only the adult hunters who knew the preciousness of blood oats couldn't help but look up here. Later, even the children who were busy and playing around looked here from time to time and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
The fragrance of plants seems to have a unique charm that always attracts people's attention immediately.
Suan Li looked at the oats that were as red as blood rolling in the stone cauldron in shock, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he said in horror: "Is this a magical medicine? It is indeed a top-notch tribe."
When he first came to the Pi tribe, he saw its simple appearance and various rough styles. He thought it was just a small or medium-sized tribe.
For a time, he thought his previous guess was wrong, but after careful observation, he realized the horror.
Even the children in this tribe have the strength of a kilogram, and can easily lift heavy beast corpses, and the power of energy and blood they display at will is so strong that it is scary.
"Children are so powerful, what level do the adult hunters in this tribe reach?"
"Why does this tribe look so dilapidated? Are all big tribes like this?"
I have one question after another in my heart, but it is destined that no one will answer it.
These captured hunters were like slaves in the tribe, and no one cared what they thought.
Even though their eyes were wide open, staring at everything in the tribe in horror, no one cared too much about them.
Many hunters returned around noon, but by the time all the prey was processed, the sky was already dark, the golden crow was falling, and the moon rabbit was hanging high.
Even after working hard all day, no one in the tribe felt tired.
The small tribe was full of laughter and laughter. A group of one-person hunters sat leisurely, eating barbecue and talking about interesting things in the wilderness.
The old patriarch, Tang Xuanming, Pihu and others sat aside, with a bowl of slightly thin oatmeal porridge placed in front of each of them.
Smelling the rich aroma, Tang Xuanming couldn't help but squint his eyes, blew a little breath, and drank it in one sip.
The taste of oatmeal is very different from the animal meat that we tasted in the past, and the difference between plants and animals is still very obvious.
A warmth rose from the abdomen and slowly spread throughout the body.
Tang Xuanming only felt a strong stream of essence spurting out, washing his body.
Compared with the violent ferocity of animal flesh, this essence is gentler and longer, slowly nourishing the body.