I am a primitive

After filling most of the tank with water, three people carried it to the stones placed around the fire.

Although this process was a bit strenuous, everyone in the Green Tribe didn't find it hard.

After these are done, the next step is the performance of the leader of the green tribe.

Before he left, he smashed the unfinished meat with a stone knife and threw it into a large tank. In order to show his arrogance, he specially made the meat very large.

It is autumn now, and the temperature is not too low. It took almost three nights and four days from going to the Qingque tribe to returning, and the meat already had some taste.

The people of the Green Tribe obviously don't care about this, and it's not like they haven't eaten meat with a stronger taste than this.

The water in the big tank had already started to smoke. The leader of the Green Tribe stood aside and looked around at the people who were looking at the big tank expectantly. In order to show his professionalism, he broke a stick and came back, learning When the Qingque tribe cooks, they put the unwashed wooden sticks directly into the big tank, stir it from time to time, and it looks decent.

Although there is a special pottery bowl tied under the stick used by the Qingque tribe...

The leader of the green tribe also gave full play to the problem of the pot lid. He first put a few wooden sticks on the mouth of the pot, and then covered the leaves of the big tree that were plucked by someone. It does look like a pot lid.

Regarding the spoon used for serving soup, he only realized it when the food was about to come out of the pot, and then remembered the bowl used for eating.

Before, I only thought that I could do whatever I wanted with a big tank, but before the boiled soup came out of the pot, I encountered problems one after another. It seems that I have to wait to go to that tribe again.

The Green Horde's only, burnt, pitch-black bowl was brought over.

After looking at the layer of ash on the outside of the bowl, the leader of the Green Tribe finally didn't use it to scoop soup directly.

He found a handful of withered grass and washed it with some water. He picked up a clean bowl, scooped half of the bowl of oily soup in the big vat, and impatiently brought it to his mouth.

The surrounding Green Tribe people all swallowed their saliva and watched eagerly. They had no choice but to wait first without a bowl.

@#￥!

Before drinking it, the leader of the Green Tribe couldn't help but secretly praised his good cooking skills.

After a little hot soup was sucked in, the expression on his face became very enjoyable.

It's just that this enjoyment quickly disappeared. He smacked his lips in doubt, and took another sip quickly, but the doubt on his face became more serious.

This unexpected reaction of his made everyone who swallowed their saliva around him also puzzled. They didn't understand why the leader behaved like this after he had already drunk the delicious broth.

"#￥%HYU!"

The leader of the Green Tribe suddenly spoke out.

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Following the shout of the leader of the Green Tribe, a relatively sturdy male primitive man next to him showed joy on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the pottery bowl containing broth from the leader.

Under the envious eyes of others, he moved to his mouth and took a sip.

He drank a bit too much in this sip, and the broth was just scooped out of the hot pot. His face was distorted but he was reluctant to vomit. After enduring it for a while, he finally couldn't stand the temperature and vomited it out.

While fanning wildly with his hands to his mouth, he kept sucking in cold air, and the sticking out tongue was glowing red, obviously scalded.

The leader of the Green Tribe snatched the bowl from this man angrily, and handed it to another man for him to taste.

When the primitive man saw the man who was still sticking out his tongue, he seemed a little afraid of the steaming bowl of soup in his hand. Seeing this, the leader of the Green Tribe suddenly remembered that the man hadn't gone to the previous happy meeting, so he held everyone together again. The bowl was taken from this man and given to a man who had been to the joy meeting.

The man didn't dare to neglect, he brought the bowl to his mouth with doubts and took a sip. It was fragrant and hot, and it felt okay.

only……?

He suddenly realized something, took another sip and tasted it, and looked at the leader who had been looking at him in surprise.

Seeing this, the leader of the Green Tribe still refused to believe it, and asked other people who had been to the Joy Club to taste it one by one, and everyone had the same reaction.

Looking at the tribal people who looked at him suspiciously and looked a little depressed, the leader of the green tribe was very hurt.

He circled back and forth around the big tank filled with broth, patting on the big tank from time to time, scratching his hair that had already scratched a lot of green leaves, full of puzzlement.

It shouldn't be like this. If you are so serious about cooking by yourself, why does the broth taste the same as the one cooked in a pottery bowl?I have obviously changed the big pottery, huh?

He carefully recalled the cooking steps of the neighboring wealthy tribe that he secretly wrote down during the Happy Meeting, and he didn't find anything missing.

This made him even more distressed. He didn't expect that he brought back all the big vats that the tribe was using for cooking, but the taste was still far inferior to that tribe.

I can't figure out where the problem is for the time being, but looking at the people who looked very hungry looking at the big tank, the leader of the Green Tribe decided to eat the broth before thinking about anything else.

Without a long-handled spoon, you can only drink the soup from the bowl first, and eat the meat last, and take turns...

Got it!

The leader of the Green Tribe who drank a stomachful of soup suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The tribe used fish to cook the soup, but this time I used animal meat, which is different, so the taste is very different, so I will try it with fish after waiting...

"Stab, stab"

The leader of the green tribe, who drank a lot of fish soup and didn't eat two pieces of meat, squatted on the ground with a sad face, scratching his hair vigorously with his hands, and the green leaves fell off in a rustle.

He looked at the clay pot, and wanted to ask it what he should do so that it would cook delicious soup.

"%#FSR#..."

A few days ago, on the way to the Qingque Tribe, when the leader of the Green Tribe was about to go back home when there was thick smoke, the person who persuaded him came over and said something to the leader of the Green Tribe.

The doubts on the face of the leader of the green tribe gradually disappeared. After thinking for a while, he took people out to hunt. Those spikes of grass around...

What happened in the Green Tribe, Han Cheng and the people of the Qingque Tribe didn't know, they were doing what their tribe should do according to their own rhythm.

A flame rose up, and the smoke slowly dispersed towards the surroundings.

There are very few people watching the fire nearby, and most of them are working hard to clear the ground not too far away.

Strong people use bone shovels to dig the soil, and some half-grown children and thinner women use wooden sticks tied with stones or follow behind with a wooden stick to break up large pieces of soil.

This process was a bit delicate. Han Cheng told them not to wander around in the field. They stood in one place, smashed all the large pieces of soil that could be knocked in front of them, took a big step forward, and then repeated the previous actions.

This is done to minimize overturned ground.

The ground that has just been turned over has relatively moist and fluffy soil, and stepping on it will make the soil there hard.

Although it can't reach the level before it has been turned over, it is much stronger than the surrounding places that have not been stepped on.

In order to keep the overturned land from being trampled as little as possible, when Han Cheng used the lame as the tool for knocking the soil clods, he extended the wooden handle as much as possible while considering whether it would be hard for people to hold the tool.

In this way, when people stand in one place, they can knock more clods of soil.

A few acres of rapeseed fields had been turned over and large chunks of soil were smashed up.