peerless teacher

"If pheasants and ducks can grow up in the tribe, won't even the effort of hunting be saved?"

Sun Mo asked again.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that before?"

"I've thought about it, but how much food does this thing eat? None of us can get enough!"

"I raised the little bird my father caught for me, and it died within a few days."

The primitive people began to discuss again, among them, the children raised chickens and birds, but they were all used as toys.

"Master Sun, the former Great Prophet, thought about this kind of thing, not to mention that they eat too much every day, just keep dying, which is very troublesome."

Chiefs are not stupid.

"That's why we need to raise maggots. As long as this thing is taken care of, it can multiply very fast, and it can produce continuously all year round. It is the most suitable feed for chickens and ducks."

Sun Mo's popular science: "As for chickens and ducks getting sick, they can be treated. If you think it's troublesome, just kill the sick ones immediately to avoid infection."

Some of the hominids were visibly silent.

Everyone knows about maggots. A dead body will be covered with maggots within a few days. It really needs as much as it needs, enough for chickens and ducks to eat.

"But the maggot becomes a flying worm!"

Grayfinch argues.

"That's why it is necessary to raise maggots scientifically and form an echelon. Before the maggots turn into flies, the uneatable ones are disposed of in advance."

Sun Mo tapped his head: "Use your brain more."

Hui Yan has been silent all the time, and if he can become the chief, he is not only Kong Wu's powerful reckless man, but also has a good brain.

If what Sun Mo said can be done, then the tribe's food will be abundant in no time.

Thinking about the endless chickens and ducks in every family, Huiyan became excited. Gods are probably qualified to live this day, right?

"Master Sun, do you know how to raise maggots?"

Someone asked nervously.

"If the teacher doesn't know, where did these maggots come from? I told you not to burn, but you just didn't listen."

Huishi was very angry.

The teacher's hard work was in vain.

"Master Sun, uh, Prophet Sun, it's all my fault."

Huiyan was at a loss, so he quickly changed his name, feeling like a sinner.

what?

Do you admit your mistake?

I'm afraid that Sun Mo will go to the Hongyan tribe in a fit of anger. Once he lets them learn witchcraft, his tribe will be wiped out.

Of course, although Huiyan has short-sightedness, he apologized because he has a heart for the tribe.

"Have you ever thought that since chickens and ducks are difficult to raise, why not raise cattle and sheep? These two animals eat grass."

Sun Mo taught: "Children are too young to go out hunting, but mowing will always work, right?"

The tribal people's food is not enough most of the time, and even if there is occasionally a surplus, they will be dried and made into jerky.

"If the ewes give birth to lambs, even if it is less, two at a time, in a few years, you will have a flock."

Sun Mo was bewitched.

Sure enough, the eyes of the women suddenly became eager.

Even in modern times, who wouldn't want to live a better life?

"When the ewes give birth to their lambs, I will teach you how to deliver them!"

Sun Mo can't buy skill books from the system now, but he has watched similar poverty alleviation technology programs and understands a little bit.

Furthermore, when a sheep dies, it dies.

"Prophet Sun, please teach me how to raise chickens!"

"Prophet Sun, I want to learn how to raise sheep!"

"I want to learn how to raise maggots!"

Amidst the voices of a large group of raising chickens and sheep, the phrase raising maggots suddenly popped out, making Sun Mo unable to help but look over.

Have to say, this is a brain.

At that time, they will be able to live a good life if they specialize in selling maggots.

Hui Yan's rough and dark cheeks turned even redder, it was embarrassment and shame.

"The mushrooms I planted, didn't you throw them away for me?"

Sun Mo asked again.

Hui Yan immediately swept towards the tribe, and anyone who touched Sun Mo's things would expel him from the tribe.

"Let's go, let's go and see!"

Sun Mo knew that it was time for something shocking.

He led a group of people to the planting room and opened the lock.

Hui Yan walked in, and when his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the stone house, he immediately called out, because the stone house was full of wooden frames, and on the wooden frames were many stone basins.

Now, these stone basins are full of clusters of mushrooms.

Sun Mo picked a piece of mushroom casually and chewed it like eating potato chips.

"prophet."

Huiyan's excited body was trembling.

"It's not poisonous, do you want to taste it?"

As soon as Sun Mo finished speaking, Hui Yan couldn't help but reached out and pulled a handful of mushrooms, stuffing them directly into his mouth.

Click!Click!

The unique fishy smell of mushrooms permeated the mouth.

The taste is not very good, but it can be full!

"Prophet, can it be planted this winter?"

Gray Rock questioned.

"Yes, but the temperature of the stone house must not be too low."

Sun Mo smiled.

"It's easy!"

Huiyan laughed, it was hard to find prey in winter, but there were big bare trees everywhere, it was too easy to chop wood and make a fire.

In the future, we will have endless mushrooms in winter, so we don't have to go hungry anymore.

As Hui Yan thought about it, he knelt down and kowtowed to Sun Mo with a plop.

"Great Prophet, please forgive my ignorance and offense!"

This time, Huiyan was really convinced, and willingly wanted Sun Mo to be the great prophet of the tribe.

"Get up!"

Sun Mo didn't care: "I didn't teach you this to be a prophet."

After a few more kowtows, Hui Yan walked out of the stone house and shouted at the clansmen watching the fun outside.

"From now on, Master Sun will be the great prophet of our tribe. Anyone who disrespects him will be punished by beheading him!"

hiss!

Hui Yan's words made many tribesmen gasp.

Is it necessary to be so cruel?

When Huique heard this, he became anxious. If Sun Mo became the Great Prophet, wouldn't Huishi's status also increase?

Can't stand it!

So he shouted: "Chief, Sun Mo is just an outsider, please think twice!"

"Pull him down, hang him up and beat him!"

Huiyan didn't explain at all, it was just punishment.

"By the way, Prophet, we found some of the plants you let us find."

As if offering a treasure, Liyan took out some grapes and a piece of sugarcane.

The grapes are too sour to eat, but they can be used to make wine, and as for the sugar cane...

"Have you found much sugar cane?"

Sun Mo is very happy, and can flex his muscles again.

"a lot of."

The chief nods.

"Then trouble you to cut down all these sugar canes and bring them back."

If the chief had heard such a request a day ago, he would have asked why, but now he dared not, so he did it directly.

"Guishi, you take someone to cut back the sugar cane."

Limestone commanded.

"Ok!"

Huishi's face flushed with excitement. He had been promoted in Sun Mo's favor, otherwise he would not be qualified to lead a team at his age.

Three days later, the Greystone team brought back a lot of sugar cane, and Sun Mo didn't waste any time, taking advantage of this interval to make a lot of tools.

On the fifth day, the weather was fine, and Sun Mo appeared in a large open space.

"Today, we make sugar!"

Sun Mo announced.

"Sugar? What's that?"

None of the stone natives knew.

"You still do this?"

Bai Fu was surprised.

Even in Kyushu, this technology is strictly kept secret.

Sugar is as expensive as silver, and ordinary people can't afford it.

"I happened to learn it."

In modern times, Sun Mo would pass the time by reading online articles. Among them, historical novels, sugar and salt production, are the necessary means to make a fortune and accumulate wealth in the early stage.

Out of interest, Sun Mo knew about it.

It's really easy.

Squeeze the sugarcane into juice first, then filter the impurities, then pour it into a stone pot to heat and boil, then let it stand for precipitation, and after an hour, pour it into a larger stone pot to start boiling.

As the water evaporates, the last thing left is brown sugar.

The sugar making process begins.

The most troublesome, time-consuming, and tiring step is the step of boiling and concentrating. The stirring process cannot be stopped, otherwise the syrup will become mushy.

It usually lasts several hours.

Of course, as the syrup gradually became thicker, the fragrance in the air became more and more intense, so people in the tribe, smelling the smell, began to gather here, especially the dwarfs, gathered in front of the stone pot , drooling.

"Stay away, be careful of the heat."

Lu Zhiruo kept reminding.