I am a primitive

That person also took it very carefully, holding it carefully, for fear of falling to the ground.

The older female primitive bent down again, picked up another clay pot from the ground, and handed it to another person.

After she spoke a few words to them, they nodded vigorously, holding the clay pots in their arms, and accompanied by two other people, they walked all the way to the water's edge.

After filling the two clay pots with water, they stood up and went to the weird cave in groups of two taking turns holding the pots.

After arranging for these people to fetch water, the older female primitive woman was not idle, and she took out some things they brought this trip.

These are some stones with holes carved out of them, and some sticks.

After distributing these things to several people, she wrapped some rice in animal skins from the rice pile outside and placed it in front of them.

These people began to grab these small fruits with shells and put them in the stone pit.

After putting it on for a while, hold the wooden stick in your hand and pound it down.

Soon there was a 'bang bang' sound of pounding rice in the room.

Following their actions, the shells of the small fruits in the stone pit began to crack one after another, exposing the white fruits inside.

After pounding like this for a while, the few people who went out to fetch water have also returned.

At this time, the person in charge of lighting the fire had already lit another fire on the side, and surrounded it with stones as well.

Seeing these people coming back from fetching water, he took the clay pots containing water from their hands and put them on the fire.

Because of the support of the surrounding stones, the clay pot was not directly pressed against the fire.

There is an extra clay pot on it, so the rising flame runs around the pot and surrounds it.

After placing the two clay pots in turn, the male primitive then added firewood to the bottom of the two pots to make the flames burn more vigorously.

After a while, the older female primitive who had been watching the rice pounders called to stop everyone.

Then people grab the fruits in the stone pit one by one with their hands, and blow them between the two palms.

With their blowing, the shells of the smashed fruits flew out one after another and fell to the ground, leaving only the white fruit in their palms.

Of course, the rice pounded by this method will not be particularly clean, and many of them have some shells that have not been removed.

But this is enough for the older female primitives.

The white fruits they blew out were put into a wooden container.

After several people cleared out all the fruits in the stone pit, the older female primitives picked up this wood-like, roughly round container, and poured all the white fruits inside into one of the Inside the clay pot that started to steam.

While she was doing this, those who had just cleared out the white fruits continued to put small fruits into the stone pit, and poured them with sticks.

After a while, another batch of white fruits were cleaned out by them, and poured into another clay pot by the older female primitive.

After finishing these, the older female primitives took out some fruits collected on the road and gave them to everyone, so that they could start eating.

And she, while nibbling the fruit in her hand, continued to take out some things.

This is a lot of containers, the same as the one she used to hold the pounded white fruit just now.

They are all similar to wood, and they are not particularly regular circular containers.

After waiting like this for a while, a fragrance began to permeate the room.

After a while, the male primitive man who had been burning there picked up something and plunged into the steaming clay pot.

It's a stick, a string made of bark, and a tool made of that kind of round container that resembles wood.

He poked it into it, stirred it a few times and then pulled it out, and the container was filled with some whitish soup.

He tilted the container to one side, and the soup in the container fell into the clay pot again, and some large white fruits that were boiled were exposed in the wooden container.

"#￥%@#!"

After looking at it carefully, he seemed a little happy and said.

So, the older female primitive who was waiting on the side stepped forward, took the container with a long handle from him, and began to pour the inner soup and some boiled white fruits to the side. It is placed in a container similar to wood on the top.

After a while like this, these people all began to drink the somewhat white, steaming soup with one of those containers in their hands.

Compared with ordinary soup, this soup boiled with white fruit tastes more delicious.

At the end of the drink, boiled white fruit appears at the bottom of the container.

Some can be poured directly into the mouth and eaten, while others stick to the edge of the container.

When this happens, someone will stick out a finger, knock it off the wall, and continue to pour it into the mouth.

Time was passing, and as the night gradually darkened, the slave hut in Jinguan City also began to become quieter.

After finishing the soup made from two cans of white fruit, everyone began to lie down on the hay and sleep.

Sleeping in such a weird cave for the first time, many people find it very novel and can't sleep.

There was no superfluous entertainment in the primitive era, so it didn't take long for someone here to start humming primitive ditties.

In a place far away from here, the temporary camp surrounded by ropes and sticks gradually became quiet.

All were asleep except for the deer, which was chewing the cud, and the two watchmen.

After walking for a long time, everyone was very tired. If they lie down here, they will soon fall asleep.

Time passed quietly in the quiet night, and before you knew it, the night gradually receded, and the light came again.

With the coming of the light, there are birds singing 'chirp' in the bushes not far away, and sometimes they fly up with wings flapping.

The water droplets gathered at the tips of the dark green leaves couldn't bear the shaking and fell to the ground.

The temporary camp where the people of the Qingque tribe rested has also become lively here.

Some people led deer, donkeys, sheep and other things to graze around the temporary camp, and took advantage of the opportunity of cooking and tidying up to let these animals eat more grass.

Otherwise, if they start walking later, they will not have such ample opportunities to eat grass with peace of mind.

In the morning light, cooking smoke curls up, and the smell of food spreads along with the cooking smoke.

When the sun rose some distance away, the group of people who had had breakfast and packed up led the animals and continued to set off, heading south along the corrected route...

At the same time, the group of older female primitive people who drank the porridge made from the white fruit again spread out the small fruits gathered in a pile, and then continued to leave Jinguan City with their utensils Slave hut, go pick and collect this delicious white fruit...

The sun never knows how to get tired. It repeats the same thing every day. It rises from the east, crosses the sky slowly, and then sets from the west.