From Chief to Ball

On the sides of the two mud cakes, deep grooves were pinched by hand.

Made two bases out of the leftover clay, with the top exposed just enough to snap into the groove.

When everything was done, it was already dark.

Chen Jian looked at the sky. For the first time, he sincerely prayed to his ancestors, don't let it rain, otherwise this day's effort will be in vain. I'm afraid the primitive worshipers will think it's God's wrath.

Not in the mood to eat dinner, Yu Qian'er only thought that her brother was tired, and wanted to ask how to count after counting to ten, but she didn't ask, and quietly fed the little birds with a few children.

The uneasy mood lasted in the middle of the night, and the frogs at the foot of the mountain sang and sang, and the sounds of nature that were originally pleasant to listen to became particularly annoying tonight.

He doesn't know how to make pottery, but he only knows a little bit about it. Since traveling through time, this is the first time he has encountered such an uncontrollable thing.

I laughed at myself, I still need to hone my state of mind a lot, there are many things that I can't control in the future, the first time I think it is to experience my mind.

After sleeping in a daze all night, it finally didn't rain the next day, and my mood immediately improved. It seemed that the non-stop calling forest birds were no longer bothering me.

The leader prepared the firewood, and when the pottery was almost dry by the sun, he lit the piled firewood.

The temperature for firing pottery does not need to be too high. I called a few people to keep vigil with me at night, and kept adding firewood.

The raging flames made the surrounding area bright red, and the fire burned for a whole night before it was gradually extinguished, and a thick layer of plant ash was covered.

Just like a gambler on a gambling table, he endured his beating heart and swept away the ashes on it. The tribe followed behind, looking at him eagerly, guessing what the ancestors would bring to the tribe this time. good stuff.

Like lifting the bride's hijab and sweeping away the dust, Chen Jian's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

There are three pinched pottery bowls in front of me, but only two are broken, and one is intact.

The reddish color was indescribably cute, and it excited him even more than the bright red on the wedding handkerchief.

He wanted to smile lightly to show that he was in control and to improve his style, but unfortunately, the clansmen didn't understand this subtle beauty, and they all stared at his face.

He had no choice but to roar to show his joy, and then the clansmen shouted happily.

After sweeping away the rest of the dust, two of the four large pottery jars were broken, and the other two were intact. Basically, the success rate was about half.

The two bases and the mud cake may be solid, but they are both intact, and there is still a hot temperature on them, making people afraid to approach them.

The anxious Chen Jian waited for a long time before picking up a pottery bowl and handing it to the old grandmother. The old grandmother knocked it with her hand and made a tinkling sound, which made her startled.

It was still yellow mud yesterday, why is it like a stone today?

This broken pottery bowl was passed around among the clansmen, and everyone showed a surprised expression. How did this happen?

And because the two large pottery jars were covered with a layer of mud, the outside was not rough, but as smooth as ice.

Looking at the two big pottery vats, Chen Jian burst into tears—one step closer to steamed buns, steamed buns, rolls, noodles, and rice.

Ade, roast venison! Ade, roasted tubers! Ade, grilled lamb and grilled fish!

"Goat soup is a must tonight, fried tubers in mutton fat tomorrow, fresh fish soup boiled in water the day after tomorrow..."

He muttered to himself, Yuqian'er scratched his head, thinking why his brother was drooling, could this stone-like thing be edible?

Chapter 10 The tribe on the tip of the tongue

In the valley under the cave, where tall trees and grass intertwine, Yuqian'er and her elder brother are looking for an elf-like seasoning - pepper.

Yu Qian'er didn't know what pepper was, and his brother told him that this kind of thing can make food taste like a flame.

The woods under the setting sun are a bit cold, and the pepper is hidden in the gaps with few trees. The short body is covered with sharp thorns in the struggle against nature, guarding its own taste.

The thorn pierced Yuqian'er's finger, frowning and sucking the finger in his mouth, watching his brother pick off the pepper leaves skillfully.

Its seeds are still gestating, and when they mature, it will be the taste that condenses all the essence.

On the contrary, the prickly ash leaf is not strong, but it has a little more fragrance. It is paired with the tender white mutton to give birth to a unique taste.

Half a bag of pepper leaves fell into a simple cloth bag, carrying the tribe's first pursuit of food.

A few hundred meters away, a plant that has densely covered the land since the Jurassic period stretched out its buds stubbornly, like a clenched fist, showing its strength to the earth.

Bracken, this is a plant that the tribe often eats in spring, but today it is not a woman who is responsible for collecting this plant, but wolf skin and several younger brothers.

They took the sweat-soaked and slippery bones, and followed Jian's instructions, dug up the roots of the bracken.

The dense and tangled roots, the source of their strength, are naturally the most nutritious.

The wolfhide was not careful, so white sap gushed from the dirt-covered wound.

It takes a lot of effort to excavate the bones, but the most important thing for wolf skins is strength.

Bracken is fighting against nature, and wolf skin and people are also fighting against nature.

It's just that from now on, the brackens have another enemy.

The white juice is both their blood and their tears.

Since it is tears, the taste is naturally bitter.

Bitter, not the taste that the tribe likes.

So Yuqian'er's mother and sisters carried their fiber bags to the densest part of the woods. The spring rain a few days ago convinced her that a strange smell had sprouted from the branches.

As collectors of the tribe, they know the location of every fruit tree and every edible bud. This is the memory left by their ancestors with their lives and the most precious wealth passed down to their descendants.

Old thorn buds, this thorny plant has left a lot of scars on the women of the tribe, but the sweet taste made the tribe quickly forget the pain, hooked the branches with wooden sticks, and picked the most tender parts Put it in your backpack.

Sometimes the brittle branches break because of too much force.But the women of the tribe know that in the spring of the following year, new life will bloom beautifully under the dead branches.

Death is only the beginning of new life.

Not only twigs, but also those ancient trees that cannot escape the invasion of time.

The rot begins in the heart of the tree, perhaps at first as a tiny bug escaping the jingle of a woodpecker.

But on the dead wood, new life is quietly born.

Under the opened canopy, a bug was already devouring the delicious juice, and was snatched away by a rough hand, and the bug was also thrown off, bent up to vent its dissatisfaction, but was bounced far away by the fingers.

Mushrooms that absorb the nutrients of dead wood are also a favorite taste of the clan, but no one dares to try those unfamiliar ones. The old grandmother told her daughters what they can eat and what they can't eat.

As for why some people know which ones cannot be eaten, that is a very old story, and it is also a bitter story accompanied by family tears.

The story also has a taste, not only bitter, but sometimes sweet.

Yu Qian'er, who has collected the pepper leaves, is experiencing a sweet story at this time, and the sweet juice overflows from the tip of the tongue and flows down the throat.